Wizard Earl

After taking a deep breath of the intoxicating and unique aroma of the potion in his hand, Juba reluctantly took out a spatial ring containing five thousand magic stones from his body and tossed it to William, who was standing on the auction stage.

After paying for the magic stones, Juba carefully placed the third magic flower of Pinsolio back into his spatial ring. Then, he stood up and coldly surveyed the people around him who were looking at him with ill intent. After doing this, Juba did not participate in the remaining blue stone auction. Without looking back, he walked decisively towards the wooden building's door.

Although he is tall and imposing, and doesn't seem very intelligent, Juba is certainly not a fool. He was able to cultivate his way up to the level of a high-level wizard apprentice in the dog-eat-dog world of Odin, where the strong prey on the weak and the might worships power. He knows very well that getting the third magic flower of Pinsorio from the auction does not mean that he truly possesses this magic potion. He still needs to resist the covetous eyes of those with ill intentions and protect the third magic flower.

It wasn't just Juba who could afford the five thousand magic stones in the auction hall. Based on Juba's own observation, he knew that there were several other advanced wizard apprentices present whose wealth definitely exceeded five thousand magic stones. And Juba wasn't the only one who urgently needed the Amon potion. So why didn't the others offer new bids and acquire the third magic flower of Pinsolio?

The answer is simple! Although they really want this potion, the auction price is too high, so why not try making a deal without any investment? Kuba knows exactly what these people are thinking, after all, he had the same idea before.

Besides the hundred or so magic stones he used for daily cultivation, Jiuba had no more magic stones on him. Staying at the Blue Stone Auction House any longer, even if he found items that appealed to him, wouldn't make any difference. Therefore, it was better to leave now; perhaps this would reduce the obstacles he encountered…

Watching Juba's departing figure, William, who had just received five thousand magic stones from the auction stage, made no attempt to stop Juba from leaving. On his plump face, there was only a faint smile, a smile that, no matter how you looked at it, gave off a feeling of smugness and cunning!

Jiuba took one step at a time towards the wooden building's door, but when he was three steps away, without warning, he suddenly felt dizzy and his magical power began to wane...

Faced with this situation, Juba was filled with fear and hurriedly looked back. However, to his utter surprise, more than 90 percent of the wizards in the auction hall, whether from Odin's camp or Kaman's camp, had already fainted. Only a few senior wizard apprentices were still struggling to remain temporarily conscious, just like him.

Seeing this, Juba immediately understood what had happened. He looked up and glared angrily at William and Castrovili, who were standing on the auction stage with smiles on their faces, and cursed, "You two dogs..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kastevili, who had remained silent, gently pointed at him, and a dark green light shot towards Juba. Under the influence of the Mordos Poison, Juba, who could no longer control his magic and was unable to make any effective defense, could only watch helplessly as the dark green light pierced through his heart.

"Bang!"

With his heart destroyed and eyes wide with rage, Juba collapsed to the ground without further struggle. After Juba's death, William and Kastevich did not hesitate and quickly dispatched the remaining high-ranking wizard apprentices in the hall who were still struggling under the influence of Mordos's poison.

Having resolved all the troubles, and seeing that not a single wizard remained standing in the hall, William finally stopped hiding his true intentions. A smug smile spread across his face as he excitedly declared to Castulli, "Castruli, my friend, we've finally done it! With the flesh and blood of these people, we can cultivate ten—no! At least twenty—Pinsolios Potions! With the help of these potions, the two of us will definitely become first-level wizards! Hahahaha!"

At this point, William seemed to have thought of something, and the excited expression on his face suddenly turned extremely ferocious. He said viciously, "When I become a first-level wizard, the first thing I'll do is kill that old bastard Lorenzo. I painstakingly organized this auction, and you did absolutely nothing, just showed your name and then took the lion's share. What a bastard..."

William wanted to continue cursing, but before he could speak, he felt a chill on his chest and looked down to see a dark green light piercing through his heart.

The Golovin tribe's second elder, Mr. Kastevili, who had remained silent throughout the auction, finally spoke after tricking William. His hoarse voice slowly proclaimed:

"Thank you for your trust, William, but you're no longer of any use!"

After speaking to Castro, he gently patted William beside him. William, whose life force was incredibly tenacious and whose heart hadn't completely cooled after being removed, collapsed limply to the ground, his eyes wide open in death…

After dealing with William, Kastevich took all the valuables from the unconscious and nearly dead wizards in the auction hall. Just as Kastevich began to tally his spoils, a young man, also dressed in traditional Odin attire and possessing the skills of a high-ranking wizard apprentice, entered the wooden building and said to Kastevich in a deep voice, "Uncle, all the people from William's Psionic Society outside have been wiped out by our tribe!"

Hearing the young man's answer, Castrovili nodded in satisfaction, then casually picked out an exquisite spatial ring from his loot and tossed it to the young man, saying indifferently, "Past, this is your well-deserved reward!"

Just as the young man Pastor was overjoyed to receive the spatial ring and was about to express his gratitude to Kastevili, another unexpected event occurred. A Golovin tribe shaman, his face still covered in blood, stumbled into the wooden building and cried out to Kastevili in great terror, "It's terrible, Second Elder! A grayish-white smoke has been drifting outside the village for some time now. Some tribesmen who smelled the smoke have bled from all seven orifices and died horribly..."