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Chapter 155
Chapter 153: The Victor is Justice, the Lost Sacred Treasure: The Lizardman's Crucible
Thud— Thud—
One after another, blossoms of blood bloomed on the Hunting Chief Lizardman's body. The force behind Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's pebble attacks was indeed somewhat astonishing.
But!
"Too weak. Magic Arrow!"
Tang Zheng chanted in a low voice.
One by one, magic arrows materialized out of thin air. Under the continuous consumption of magic power, he condensed ten arrows at once, which shot towards Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
"Damn it!"
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's expression changed. He hurriedly rolled on the ground to dodge the first few arrows, then quickly took out pebbles and shot them at the incoming projectiles.
Clang! Clang!
The pebbles and magic arrows constantly collided in mid-air, creating a series of fierce clashes.
"Plant Entanglement!" The Old Priest Lizardman also came to his senses and quickly cast his magic.
Vines sprouted from the ground around Tang Zheng, coiling towards him like slithering snakes.
With a flip of his palm, a Forest Traversal magic item appeared. He waved it at the vines, and they immediately moved around Tang Zheng.
"Magic Arrow!"
Tang Zheng cast the magic again, aiming at the Old Priest Lizardman.
"Flash!" the Old Priest Lizardman shouted.
A blinding light bloomed.
Tang Zheng narrowed his eyes. Aided by his passive skill, Divine Blessing Body, the brilliant light didn't completely obscure his vision.
The magic arrows shot out!
"Ah!" The Old Priest Lizardman failed to dodge and was pierced through by a magic arrow.
"Elder!" Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's face paled when he heard the cry of pain.
"Go, quickly! We are no match for him!"
The Old Priest Lizardman coughed up blood. He fell to the ground and shouted to Su Kui·Zhu Zhu in a weak voice.
When he saw Tang Zheng summon a second Flame Archangel, he had already realized the gap between them.
The wails of the tribe's warriors echoed.
This spurred the Old Priest Lizardman to use his remaining strength, aiming at Tang Zheng: "Shackles of the Earth!"
Whoosh~
With Tang Zheng at its center, the ground undulated like waves. It then began to sink like a swamp, quickly enveloping the feet of Tang Zheng, the Ghoul Dog, and the Hunting Chief Lizardman.
But the ground didn't sink very deep, barely reaching their calves.
"Go!" the Old Priest Lizardman shouted weakly, looking at the stunned Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
"A binding-type magic? A pity its strength isn't very high."
"None of you will escape."
Tang Zheng put strength into his legs and forcefully broke free from the binding mud.
He was a Level 30 warrior. With his passive resistance, he could break free from a binding magic of this level with just a little effort.
Bang!
At the same time, the bone chain on the Ghoul Dog whipped the ground beneath its feet, cracking the surging earth. With a powerful leap, it jumped free.
The next moment!
*Roar!* The Ghoul Dog roared and charged at Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
"Magic Arrow!"
Tang Zheng cast his magic again.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Three arrows flew out, cutting off Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's escape route.
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's face turned ugly, a trace of despair in his eyes. He had no choice but to face the charging Ghoul Dog.
Meanwhile.
The Flame Archangel had already executed all the lizardman warriors and, under Tang Zheng's command, was now charging into the tribe.
Soon.
Wails of agony once again echoed from within the tribe. The bound Flame Archangel had broken free. Under the assault of the two Flame Archangels, the lizardmen completely crumbled.
Tang Zheng lifted his foot and walked toward the faintly breathing Old Priest Lizardman.
"Why... why are you doing this?"
"The children of the tribe... I curse you! You evil human! A righteous lizardman warrior will surely take your head and hang it high for the ancestral spirits to see!"
The Old Priest Lizardman lay weakly on the ground. Hearing the wails and screams from the tribe, he looked at the approaching Tang Zheng with a face full of resentment.
"A curse? Sorry, but curses probably don't work on me," Tang Zheng said calmly, standing before the Old Priest Lizardman.
"Evil? Justice? In my eyes, the victor is justice."
It was just like the future Bone King and the Great Tomb, enacting their own versions of justice and evil among the nations. So what if clever people saw through the charade?
The victor is justice!
And the loser is nothing but an evil clown!
"You evi—" the Old Priest Lizardman began weakly, unwilling to give up.
"Charm Species!"
The magic activated.
The Old Priest Lizardman's angry curses came to an abrupt halt.
As the charm magic transferred, the previously controlled Hunting Chief Lizardman snapped awake, disoriented.
Intense pain from the wounds inflicted by Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's pebbles surged through his body, and he screamed and collapsed to the ground.
Although charm-type magic could be used multiple times, it could only precisely control one person at a time. If he were to use Widen Magic, he could charm and control multiple people.
The Ghoul Dog's fight also ended quickly. It came running excitedly from the distance, carrying the blood-drenched Su Kui·Zhu Zhu in its mouth.
"Good job."
Tang Zheng glanced at Su Kui·Zhu Zhu but was in no hurry to deal with him yet.
"First, take me to your tribe's repository of knowledge."
Tang Zheng took out a Regeneration Potion and sprinkled it on the Old Priest Lizardman. Under the effect of the healing potion, his wounds quickly healed and scabbed over.
The Old Priest Lizardman stood up from the ground with a dull expression and led Tang Zheng into the tribe.
The Ghoul Dog followed closely behind, carrying the unconscious Su Kui·Zhu Zhu in its mouth.
Inside the tribe.
Large patches of ground were stained red with blood. The mangled bodies of lizardman warriors lay scattered everywhere, making the already thick, bloody scent in the air even heavier.
Facing such a scene, Tang Zheng found his heart was exceedingly calm.
*Have I unknowingly become this cold? Perhaps, deep down, I don't see these demi-humans as my own kind.*
Tang Zheng stepped onto the blood-soaked ground and then sneered self-deprecatingly. "I'm not in a position to pity others, or other races, right now."
"Besides, I didn't wipe them all out."
He had noticed long ago that a portion of the women and children of the Little Fang Tribe had already escaped under arrangements made in advance by Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
Tang Zheng had no intention of hunting down this group of lizardmen. This group was being left for the future arrival of the Bone King.
"Tell me about that lost Lizardman Sacred Treasure of yours."
Tang Zheng said to the Old Priest Lizardman leading the way as he walked forward.
At the same time, his gaze swept over his stat panel.
【Experience Bar: 173405/70000】
He had gained about 45,000 experience points. The Flame Archangels must have executed most of the lizardman warriors and some of the ordinary lizardmen of the Little Fang Tribe.
Based on the experience required for leveling up, over 170,000 experience should be enough to gain two levels.
Tang Zheng thought to himself, *After my Magic Swordsman class reaches its max level, it's time to consider my future leveling plan.*
In response to Tang Zheng's question, the Old Priest Lizardman began to explain in detail.
The lizardman race has a clear social hierarchy. The highest position is naturally the Tribe Leader, followed by the Elder Council, which is composed of priests who assist the Tribe Leader.
Since the title of Tribe Leader belongs to the strongest in the tribe, the position changes hands far more frequently than the Elder Council, whose members possess priestly abilities.
It is precisely because of this situation that the members of the Elder Council know far more of the lizardman race's secrets than the Tribe Leader, let alone ordinary lizardmen.
From the Old Priest Lizardman's account, Tang Zheng finally learned what the lost Lizardman Sacred Treasure was—something not even mentioned in the original story.
It was a magic Crucible!
As for its specific abilities, the Old Priest Lizardman's description was rather vague. He could only give a general idea because this item, one of the four Sacred Treasures, had never fallen into the hands of the Little Fang Tribe, even before it was lost.
However.
From the vague information mentioned by the Old Priest Lizardman, Tang Zheng was able to analyze some of the magic Crucible's abilities.
He remembered that the lizardman race practiced ancestor worship, believing their ancestors would grant them power, so they would hold special rituals.
During these rituals, participants would drink a potion made from special herbs. This potion would give the drinker feelings of happiness and fervor, and dispel fear.
The lizardman priests used this to preach about the power of ancestral possession. Additionally, they would paint totem patterns on their bodies with special pigments to further promote and create a real sense of being possessed by their ancestors.
This situation reminded Tang Zheng of when the lizardmen were at war with the Undead Legion. They had specifically conducted such a ritual, though it didn't seem to have much effect at the time.
Thinking back now, he suspected that this might be related to the lost magic Crucible. Come to think of it, the Twin Witches had ignored the most powerful item, the Frozen Fang.
The item they chose to steal must have been something even more useful to them.
(end of chapter)
Thud— Thud—
One after another, blossoms of blood bloomed on the Hunting Chief Lizardman's body. The force behind Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's pebble attacks was indeed somewhat astonishing.
But!
"Too weak. Magic Arrow!"
Tang Zheng chanted in a low voice.
One by one, magic arrows materialized out of thin air. Under the continuous consumption of magic power, he condensed ten arrows at once, which shot towards Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
"Damn it!"
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's expression changed. He hurriedly rolled on the ground to dodge the first few arrows, then quickly took out pebbles and shot them at the incoming projectiles.
Clang! Clang!
The pebbles and magic arrows constantly collided in mid-air, creating a series of fierce clashes.
"Plant Entanglement!" The Old Priest Lizardman also came to his senses and quickly cast his magic.
Vines sprouted from the ground around Tang Zheng, coiling towards him like slithering snakes.
With a flip of his palm, a Forest Traversal magic item appeared. He waved it at the vines, and they immediately moved around Tang Zheng.
"Magic Arrow!"
Tang Zheng cast the magic again, aiming at the Old Priest Lizardman.
"Flash!" the Old Priest Lizardman shouted.
A blinding light bloomed.
Tang Zheng narrowed his eyes. Aided by his passive skill, Divine Blessing Body, the brilliant light didn't completely obscure his vision.
The magic arrows shot out!
"Ah!" The Old Priest Lizardman failed to dodge and was pierced through by a magic arrow.
"Elder!" Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's face paled when he heard the cry of pain.
"Go, quickly! We are no match for him!"
The Old Priest Lizardman coughed up blood. He fell to the ground and shouted to Su Kui·Zhu Zhu in a weak voice.
When he saw Tang Zheng summon a second Flame Archangel, he had already realized the gap between them.
The wails of the tribe's warriors echoed.
This spurred the Old Priest Lizardman to use his remaining strength, aiming at Tang Zheng: "Shackles of the Earth!"
Whoosh~
With Tang Zheng at its center, the ground undulated like waves. It then began to sink like a swamp, quickly enveloping the feet of Tang Zheng, the Ghoul Dog, and the Hunting Chief Lizardman.
But the ground didn't sink very deep, barely reaching their calves.
"Go!" the Old Priest Lizardman shouted weakly, looking at the stunned Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
"A binding-type magic? A pity its strength isn't very high."
"None of you will escape."
Tang Zheng put strength into his legs and forcefully broke free from the binding mud.
He was a Level 30 warrior. With his passive resistance, he could break free from a binding magic of this level with just a little effort.
Bang!
At the same time, the bone chain on the Ghoul Dog whipped the ground beneath its feet, cracking the surging earth. With a powerful leap, it jumped free.
The next moment!
*Roar!* The Ghoul Dog roared and charged at Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
"Magic Arrow!"
Tang Zheng cast his magic again.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Three arrows flew out, cutting off Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's escape route.
Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's face turned ugly, a trace of despair in his eyes. He had no choice but to face the charging Ghoul Dog.
Meanwhile.
The Flame Archangel had already executed all the lizardman warriors and, under Tang Zheng's command, was now charging into the tribe.
Soon.
Wails of agony once again echoed from within the tribe. The bound Flame Archangel had broken free. Under the assault of the two Flame Archangels, the lizardmen completely crumbled.
Tang Zheng lifted his foot and walked toward the faintly breathing Old Priest Lizardman.
"Why... why are you doing this?"
"The children of the tribe... I curse you! You evil human! A righteous lizardman warrior will surely take your head and hang it high for the ancestral spirits to see!"
The Old Priest Lizardman lay weakly on the ground. Hearing the wails and screams from the tribe, he looked at the approaching Tang Zheng with a face full of resentment.
"A curse? Sorry, but curses probably don't work on me," Tang Zheng said calmly, standing before the Old Priest Lizardman.
"Evil? Justice? In my eyes, the victor is justice."
It was just like the future Bone King and the Great Tomb, enacting their own versions of justice and evil among the nations. So what if clever people saw through the charade?
The victor is justice!
And the loser is nothing but an evil clown!
"You evi—" the Old Priest Lizardman began weakly, unwilling to give up.
"Charm Species!"
The magic activated.
The Old Priest Lizardman's angry curses came to an abrupt halt.
As the charm magic transferred, the previously controlled Hunting Chief Lizardman snapped awake, disoriented.
Intense pain from the wounds inflicted by Su Kui·Zhu Zhu's pebbles surged through his body, and he screamed and collapsed to the ground.
Although charm-type magic could be used multiple times, it could only precisely control one person at a time. If he were to use Widen Magic, he could charm and control multiple people.
The Ghoul Dog's fight also ended quickly. It came running excitedly from the distance, carrying the blood-drenched Su Kui·Zhu Zhu in its mouth.
"Good job."
Tang Zheng glanced at Su Kui·Zhu Zhu but was in no hurry to deal with him yet.
"First, take me to your tribe's repository of knowledge."
Tang Zheng took out a Regeneration Potion and sprinkled it on the Old Priest Lizardman. Under the effect of the healing potion, his wounds quickly healed and scabbed over.
The Old Priest Lizardman stood up from the ground with a dull expression and led Tang Zheng into the tribe.
The Ghoul Dog followed closely behind, carrying the unconscious Su Kui·Zhu Zhu in its mouth.
Inside the tribe.
Large patches of ground were stained red with blood. The mangled bodies of lizardman warriors lay scattered everywhere, making the already thick, bloody scent in the air even heavier.
Facing such a scene, Tang Zheng found his heart was exceedingly calm.
*Have I unknowingly become this cold? Perhaps, deep down, I don't see these demi-humans as my own kind.*
Tang Zheng stepped onto the blood-soaked ground and then sneered self-deprecatingly. "I'm not in a position to pity others, or other races, right now."
"Besides, I didn't wipe them all out."
He had noticed long ago that a portion of the women and children of the Little Fang Tribe had already escaped under arrangements made in advance by Su Kui·Zhu Zhu.
Tang Zheng had no intention of hunting down this group of lizardmen. This group was being left for the future arrival of the Bone King.
"Tell me about that lost Lizardman Sacred Treasure of yours."
Tang Zheng said to the Old Priest Lizardman leading the way as he walked forward.
At the same time, his gaze swept over his stat panel.
【Experience Bar: 173405/70000】
He had gained about 45,000 experience points. The Flame Archangels must have executed most of the lizardman warriors and some of the ordinary lizardmen of the Little Fang Tribe.
Based on the experience required for leveling up, over 170,000 experience should be enough to gain two levels.
Tang Zheng thought to himself, *After my Magic Swordsman class reaches its max level, it's time to consider my future leveling plan.*
In response to Tang Zheng's question, the Old Priest Lizardman began to explain in detail.
The lizardman race has a clear social hierarchy. The highest position is naturally the Tribe Leader, followed by the Elder Council, which is composed of priests who assist the Tribe Leader.
Since the title of Tribe Leader belongs to the strongest in the tribe, the position changes hands far more frequently than the Elder Council, whose members possess priestly abilities.
It is precisely because of this situation that the members of the Elder Council know far more of the lizardman race's secrets than the Tribe Leader, let alone ordinary lizardmen.
From the Old Priest Lizardman's account, Tang Zheng finally learned what the lost Lizardman Sacred Treasure was—something not even mentioned in the original story.
It was a magic Crucible!
As for its specific abilities, the Old Priest Lizardman's description was rather vague. He could only give a general idea because this item, one of the four Sacred Treasures, had never fallen into the hands of the Little Fang Tribe, even before it was lost.
However.
From the vague information mentioned by the Old Priest Lizardman, Tang Zheng was able to analyze some of the magic Crucible's abilities.
He remembered that the lizardman race practiced ancestor worship, believing their ancestors would grant them power, so they would hold special rituals.
During these rituals, participants would drink a potion made from special herbs. This potion would give the drinker feelings of happiness and fervor, and dispel fear.
The lizardman priests used this to preach about the power of ancestral possession. Additionally, they would paint totem patterns on their bodies with special pigments to further promote and create a real sense of being possessed by their ancestors.
This situation reminded Tang Zheng of when the lizardmen were at war with the Undead Legion. They had specifically conducted such a ritual, though it didn't seem to have much effect at the time.
Thinking back now, he suspected that this might be related to the lost magic Crucible. Come to think of it, the Twin Witches had ignored the most powerful item, the Frozen Fang.
The item they chose to steal must have been something even more useful to them.
(end of chapter)
