Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

At Bernal's secret base, Dago strode in from the entrance and tossed a bulging cloth bag that looked like it was full of things to Bernal, who was busy at work.

"Here you are, the honey sac of the Storm Wasp."

Bernal opened the cloth bag that Dago had given him, and a rich fragrance immediately wafted out. The light shining through the bag's opening cast a faint green hue on his face.

His eyes flickered slightly as he closed the bag, looked at Dagger, and, seemingly noticing the subtle change in Dagger's demeanor, said, "Looks like you've made your decision?"

Dago laughed heartily: "Let's do it! We'll get those bastards!"

Bernal answered calmly, walked to a gold-refining jar, stared at it for a while, and said in a low voice, "The hurricane honey is enough. If my experiment goes smoothly, it should be ready in one or two months."

After one or two months, Dago's heart stirred slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little anticipation, but it was already late, so he said goodbye to the two of them one by one.

Seven days later, in a dimly lit and cramped little house inside the Silver Tower.

Dago slowly opened his eyes, and the azure light that shone from them brought a moment of brightness to the cabin, like a sudden flash of lightning.

The current "Gray Sun Meditation Method" has become much more efficient at refining mental strength and eliminating soul trauma.

Moreover, the mental energy recovery effect of the "Grey Sun Meditation Method" has been improved from the initial level of being equivalent to taking a bottle of low-level mental potion at any time to now being roughly equivalent to taking two or three bottles of low-level mental potion at any time.

As long as he doesn't excessively deplete his mental energy by frequently casting his trump card spells, Dago feels he has absolutely no worries about running out of mental energy.

In addition to the increase in the total amount of mental energy, Dago felt that the quality of his mental energy had also improved a lot compared to when he first advanced to the first-ring wizard. If it was like water before, it is now like glue, becoming much thicker.

He felt a sense of fullness emanating from his soul. When this sense of fullness completely disappeared, he would be qualified to condense the next soul seal.

Thinking it over, Dago stepped out. The light outside made him squint slightly. A figure seemed to flash by in his vision, but when Dago looked again, the feeling of being watched had disappeared.

"I wonder who sent these flies this time."

Dago didn't seem to care and calmly closed the door of the cabin.

His place of practice and residence is a "meditation room" that only formal members of the Dharma Circle are qualified to rent, which is actually a series of small cubicles.

They were right next to each other, without any additional runic or magical effects. Sometimes, Dago could even hear snoring coming from the next room.

It's purely because being within the radiation range of the giant meditation array of the Silver Tower has a certain effect on promoting the growth of mental power, but the rent is frighteningly high.

There's a saying in the wizarding world that a tiny portion of a magic stone is worn away every year; this is called attrition. As a result, an astonishing number of magic stones are lost every year throughout the world.

The portion of these circulating magic stones that was lost turned into dust, drifting and swirling, becoming light particles that could be inhaled and exhaled.

This inhaler, like a heavy burden, weighs on people's conscience and works silently on their souls, making the rich arrogant and the poor vicious.

Unfortunately, Dago is on the path to poverty, and his magic stone reserves are dwindling.

After discovering this, he became a regular at the Tower Quest Hall. Although ordinary quests were often targeted by those with ulterior motives, he mostly accepted high-difficulty quests from the Temple of Wisdom and the official Law Ring, so he was minimally affected.

Dago left the "meditation room" and traveled out of the city to the vast forest and the Great Rift Valley.

He flew quickly toward the depths of the forest. In the forest area near the magic ring, all the magical beasts had been killed by the first-ring wizards who made a living by hunting. Now, to find a magical beast, he had to go deeper and deeper.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Dago easily found the hide of a large, boar-like monster that was urgently needed for the Sanctuary quest.

It possesses the strength of a late-stage first-level cultivator, with thick, tough skin and an outer layer of hardened hide mixed with earth-elemental energy particles. This makes it an unpopular official quest among hunting wizards.

In the dense forest piled with decaying leaves, the heavy sound of hooves suddenly rolled over the dry branches, startling the roosting birds into scattering and flying away.

Dago exhaled a breath of stale air, took off his robe in an open space, and put it into his storage ring. His appearance was too handsome, and after cutting his hair short, he had a bit more heroic air about him.

After removing his robes, his muscular physique was revealed to be as taut as rock, which made his heroic spirit stand out even more.

This is a new discovery for Dago. Previously, he had only used "Elemental Resonance" as a purely auxiliary spell, completely ignoring its potential for physical development.

A simple, intense melee with a monster would be of great benefit to his physical body.

Without using any magic, relying solely on the physical strength brought by the "Elemental Resonance" spell and the physical control brought by the "Basic Swordsmanship" during his transformation period, he swiftly rushed to the front of the wild boar monster.

This wild boar-like monster, comparable in size to a water buffalo, had gray-black bristles that stood up like steel needles, ferocious bone spurs protruding from its back, and two curved tusks that gleamed with a dark yellow luster.

Each step caused the ground to tremble slightly, and the murky beastly eyes were fixed on Dago ahead.

Dago was unarmed and didn't make any moves. When the wild boar monster roared and charged at him like an out-of-control chariot, he didn't even dodge. He simply planted his feet firmly on the ground, bent his knees slightly, and crossed his arms to protect his chest.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed through the forest as the boar-like monster's tusks slammed into Dago's arm.

Dago groaned, his feet stomping out two shallow pits in the soil, and purplish-blue bruises instantly appeared on his arms. Yet, those fangs, strong enough to pierce iron plates, failed to break his skin.

The boar monster was clearly stunned for a moment, then shook its head even more violently, trying to use its tusks to knock Dago away. But Dago's arms were like welded steel, firmly clamping down on the base of the tusks, and no matter how much it struggled, it did not budge.

Taking advantage of the monster's pause to breathe, Dago suddenly exerted his strength, pressing his left hand firmly against the boar's skull, while his right hand clenched into a fist and slammed into the monster's eye socket.

This punch lacked any technique, relying solely on brute force, yet a crisp "crack" was heard as the wild boar monster's eyeballs instantly exploded, spraying out blackish-red blood.

The excruciating pain drove the monster completely mad. It violently shook its head, throwing Dago away, and its fangs, whistling through the air, stabbed again.

Dago staggered back two steps, his back hitting a large tree. Before he could regain his balance, the monster pounced on him, its stench assaulting his senses.

In the critical moment, Dago suddenly turned to the side, avoiding the fangs, and grabbed one of its front legs tightly with both hands.

He took a deep breath, his muscles tensed up suddenly, and the veins on his arms bulged like earthworms, managing to throw the thousand-pound monster off balance.

The monster crashed heavily to the ground, scattering decaying leaves and dirt everywhere. Before it could even get up, Dago had already mounted its back, his knees pressing firmly against the monster's spine, his hands gripping the bony mane, and slamming the monster's head against the ground.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" The dull impact sounds rang out one after another. With each of Dago's efforts, the monster's head smashed into the ground, creating a shallow crater, and the gravel and decaying leaves were stained dark red.

The monster's struggles grew weaker and weaker, its fangs lost their sharpness, and its roars gradually turned into painful whimpers.

Kekago didn't stop. He knew that this monster had extremely strong vitality and wouldn't die easily. Only when the monster's head completely stopped moving and the blood vessels in its neck stopped throbbing did he release his grip and slowly climb down from the monster's back.

At this moment, Dago showed signs of exhaustion, panting heavily, his naked body riddled with cuts from his mane.

But there was no fear in his deep blue eyes. He looked down at the dead wild boar beast at his feet, wiped the blood off his face, and began to collect his spoils.

The passionate collision between elements makes his connection with the ice element even stronger.

Currently, the ice element has completely coexisted with his subcutaneous tissue and is gradually penetrating into his muscle groups.

However, he didn't feel any effects from the elemental radiation sickness, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that the system eliminated the elemental radiation sickness? Or does Dago possess some kind of magical bloodline?"