Planting an immortal tree in the wizarding world

Chapter 149 The Bloodline of the Harpy!
Ander kept hovering around Lyon.

He thrust the wooden sword in his hand repeatedly at Lyon.

Sometimes it was blocked by Leon's wooden shield, and sometimes by Leon's armor.

Lyon continued to use the most conservative style of play.

Normally, Leon would only strike once if Ander had struck ten times.

With no intense clashes to be seen for a long time, the audience on the field couldn't help but become a little impatient.

Gradually, the boos, curses, and provocations grew louder.

Lyon, however, remained oblivious to everything happening in the audience.

They remained focused on defending against Ander's attacks.

He was betting that Ander's physical strength was inferior to his.

As long as Ander attacks frequently and depletes his stamina.

Then it will be his turn to counterattack.

Wearing heavy armor, even when wielding a wooden sword, one still has to bear the weight of the arm armor.

He felt that if this continued for a long time, Ander's attacks would become sluggish.

Ander continued to hover around Lyon, thrusting his wooden sword forward repeatedly.

However, it did not work.

After a while, Ander seemed to realize that he was constantly expending his energy, so he wisely stopped.

After all, each competition has a time limit.
The game must end once the time is up.

At that point, he'll attack the most, while Lyon will only focus on defense. The Kingdom's knights in the stands will definitely declare him the winner.

With the thought that he was sure to win, Ander immediately felt relieved.

With a mocking look in his eyes, he looked at Leon and muttered insults under his breath.

And, every now and then, he would stab Leon in the back.

Just as Ander thrust his sword down, before it could fully extend, he immediately withdrew it.

Lyon seized the opportunity and suddenly thrust his sword forward.

With a clang, a red stain of paint was left on Ander's breastplate.

Before Ander, the marks were mostly left on Lyon's shield and other non-vital parts of his armor.

Lyon's strike could very well change the final outcome of the match between the two.

Ander stared wide-eyed at the red marks on his chest, instantly enraged.

With a loud shout, he charged towards Lyon, his wooden sword lashing out at him like a storm.

However, Lyon blocked and retreated.

Most of the sword attacks were blocked by the shield.

Ander repeatedly circled behind, lowered his head, and crouched down.

He intended to use the wooden sword to stab Leon's unarmored legs.

However, Ander's armor was not light.

Whenever he made this move, Leon would use his footwork and shield to dissuade Ander from the idea.

Realizing he might not win, Ander decided to play more aggressively.

As he backed away, he used his hands to untie the ropes binding his armor.

The armor was quickly removed from him.

The armor landed heavily with a thud.

Without his armor, Ander appeared even taller and thinner, resembling a snake.

Then, his speed increased instantly, and he circled around Lyon in a flash.

brush!
Ander moved almost close to the ground, slashing at Leon's calf with his wooden sword.

Even at his peak, the Golden Knight's physical body did not surpass the strength of ordinary mortals.

Even if he used a wooden sword, as long as he applied the right amount of force, he could still cut his calf until it bled.

If he attacks a few more times, Ang's legs will be covered in wounds and he might not be able to stand up.

But just then, Leon's calf suddenly kicked to the side and onto the ground.

A cloud of dust rose from the ground and swept towards Ander's face.

Ander quickly closed his eyes, still relying on his memory to estimate Leon's movements, and thrust the sword in his hand towards Leon's calf.

Lyon suddenly turned right and charged toward Ander.

呲!
Ander's wooden sword pierced Leon's calf.

But Lyon had also reached above Ander.

Ander, his face covered in dust and still closed, felt his wooden sword pierce his flesh and rub against his bones.

Just as Ander was about to draw his sword, Leon suddenly used the strength of his right leg to clamp the wooden sword tightly.

Then, he rushed forward and thrust the wooden sword in his hand fiercely at Ander.

Ander realized that the wooden sword was difficult to pull out, so he gritted his teeth, gave up on the sword, and pushed off with his right foot, intending to retreat.

Once he can see again, he will fight Lyon.

As soon as Leon's wooden sword pierced down, it immediately plunged into Ander's thigh.

"what!"

Ander let out a scream.

Seeing that both of them had bled, the atmosphere in the audience immediately became heated.

They cheered and urged the two to continue fighting, to fight to the death.

Ander also wanted to learn from Leon, tightening his muscles and bones to grip Leon's wooden sword.

However, he discovered that as soon as he moved his muscles, a sharp pain would erupt at the wound site.

This made him groan involuntarily.

Finally, he did not do what Leon did, letting Leon pull out the wooden sword.

After drawing his sword, Leon ignored the injury to his right leg and continued to stagger after Ander.

He kept thrusting his wooden sword at Ander.

Ander reacted quickly and grabbed it.

However, although he was fast, he was not as strong as Leon.

Lyon immediately pulled back forcefully.

Ander's hand was instantly turned into a bloody mess.

Just as Lyon was about to launch another attack, the bell rang.

The competition has ended.

For a moment, most of the spectators in the stands were unable to discern the outcome of the match.

If it is a duel with steel swords, the living will win and the dead will lose.

Based on what we just saw, there is no doubt that Ander's combat strength is superior.

After all, it has always been Ander who has been dominating Lyon.

However, judging from the marks on their armor and the injuries they sustained, Leon had the upper hand from behind.

However, this does not mean that Lyon's fighting skills are better than Ander's.

Lyon's temperament is far superior to Ander's.

The guards in the stands were discussing the outcome of the duel.

Meanwhile, Lyon and Ander are receiving treatment.

In the arena, there are wizards who know healing magic.

As long as the knight is still alive after the duel, his injuries can be healed.

The wooden swords were pulled from their legs, and under the wizard's spell, their injuries were healing at a visible speed.

Soon, both of their injuries were fully healed, and they were able to stand up.

Ander glanced at Lyon from time to time, his eyes filled with coldness.

Before long, the results were announced, and Lyon won first place in this competition.

Then, Ander stepped down, while Lyon remained.

Lyon met Augustus V and accepted a steel sword as a gift from him.

After a series of courtly rituals, the tournament ended, and Lyon was arranged by Augustus V to reside in a place in the upper city.

They were waiting for Augustus V to find a sorcerer to perform physical modifications on them.

From Augustus V's words, Lyon knew that winning first place did not necessarily mean he would accept Dolifa's physical transformation.

Augustus V had to consult with his great-uncle.

Augustus V was merely demonstrating royal etiquette.

Actually, he wasn't particularly concerned about Lyon.

After all, Lyon was a knight, not a wizard. Augustus V didn't even ask if Lyon's family was there.

After summoning his ministers and coordinating with Lyon, Augustus V was immediately escorted away.

Lyon was then led out of the Colosseum by a minister.

“My lord, I would like to see my family,” Lyon said.

The minister leading the way was a somewhat withered old man. He said to Lyon:

"You are about to undergo physical transformation, so it's best to stay in one place and wait."

"Once the wizard has some free time, he will immediately begin the physical transformation for you."

"If you leave, won't the wizard have to wait for you?"

"If the legendary wizard Lord Dorifa is willing to transform you, then leaving would truly mean missing a golden opportunity!"

Lyon thought about it and agreed, so he followed the minister.

……

In the Colosseum, Layton, with Ronan and Bran, intended to visit Lyon, but was stopped by royal knights.

Even though they were Lyon's relatives, the knight wouldn't give way.

"Hehe, you're not the only one who claims to be Lord Lyon's father."

The knight in golden armor smiled:

“If you still have bad intentions, I will enforce the law.”

As the knight spoke, he placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Layton and his two companions had no choice but to leave.

They didn't know how Lyon was doing, so they could only wait.

Will Leon really accept Dolifa's physical modifications?

Ronan pondered to himself.

He couldn't help but wonder how much strength Leon's modified body would reach.

Of course, he was also worried that something might happen during the transformation of Lyon.

After all, in the wizarding world, physical modification is not a safe bet.

One wrong move and you could lose your life, or even become deformed.

However, the possibility of these things happening is much smaller with the physical modification of Dolifa.

……

Triumph City, Upper City.

After Lyon had been pampered by numerous servants and enjoyed good food and drink for two days in a luxurious mansion, the minister who had accompanied him, the withered old man, came to his door and said that the kingdom's legendary wizard Dolifa was willing to perform physical modifications on him.

Upon hearing this, Leon felt as if he were in a dream.

Even with his unwavering resolve, his heart couldn't help but pound violently at this moment.

The two arrived at a mansion, and under the guidance of the withered old man, Leon stepped onto a teleportation array.

Then, the withered old man waved to Lyon.

The scenery before Lyon suddenly changed.

From a dark room, we entered a wide open space.

This is a large, single-level apartment with no walls, but with carved pillars.

Looking out, you can see blue sky, white clouds, and birds.

Extend your gaze further, and you will see the boundless sea.

Looking at the scenery before him, Lyon immediately guessed that he had most likely arrived at Dolifa's Wizard Tower.

Triumph City is the tallest, and therefore one of the most prominent buildings.

"Come up."

Suddenly, an old and calm voice came from the side.

Lyon heard this and turned to look, but saw nothing but a staircase leading to the darkness of ignorance.

When Augustus V went to see Dolicus, he also used this same staircase.

Lyon thought it was Dolifa calling him, so he quickly placed his left hand on his chest, bowed respectfully, and then strode to the stairs and climbed them.

He dared not be negligent in front of Dolifa.

As he walked up the stairs and disappeared into the darkness, the scenery before him changed once again.

Before me was a vast space.

Bookshelves lined the surroundings, with books and scrolls displayed one after another.

Beneath the bookshelf stood an old man.

The old man appeared quite small beneath the bookshelf.

No, not only the old man, but even Lyon felt that he was very small in the face of the vast collection of books.

The old man was dressed in a white robe, with white beard, white hair, and white eyebrows.

His hair and beard were unkempt, curled up and hanging down to his chest.

"Lord Dollyfar."

When Lyon saw the old man, he hurriedly bowed.

"Haha, no need for formalities."

Dolifa laughed merrily twice, then stepped forward and put her arm around Leon's shoulder.

"Enough with the small talk, I will now begin the physical transformation of you."

After saying this, Dolifa suddenly began to use witchcraft.

The next moment, a vortex appeared between him and Leon, engulfing the two of them.

In an instant, the two disappeared.

Then, it appeared in another location.

"Welcome to my laboratory."

Dolifa laughed.

Lyon looked around and saw that in this spacious room with mahogany walls, there were huge, transparent cylindrical glass tanks.

Inside the jar were creatures he had never seen before.

However, he had seen some of them in picture books as well.

For example, dragons, elves...

"You should stand in that wizard formation."

Dolifa pointed to a circular magic formation on the ground.

Lyon responded with a "yes," walked towards the magic formation, and stood within it.

Dolifa snapped his fingers, and instantly energy particles surged toward Leon, drilling into his mind.

Lyon felt a wave of drowsiness surge through his mind.

Soon, it fell into a deep sleep.

Dolifa snapped her fingers again, and Lyon floated up.

Dolly looked at a glass tank.

Inside was a dragon with fleshy wings and blue scales.

This dragon is a sea beast, a sub-dragon species, and is quite difficult to obtain.

After all, since the rise of wizards, they have driven dragons to the brink of extinction.

The vast majority of dragon-like creatures in the wizarding world today are subspecies.

Moreover, the bloodline of the subspecies is becoming increasingly diluted.

Nowadays, subspecies of dragons are becoming increasingly rare in the Kingdom of Valant.

Most of the subspecies of dragons live in the sea and deep forests.

As for the true dragons, few wizards know their whereabouts.

Some wizards believe that the true dragons found a space and then the entire dragon race migrated there.

Transplanting dragon blood into knights is the bloodline transplantation method that Dorifa is most familiar with in modifying the physical body.

Especially the "blue-eyed sea dragon" in this tank.

Dolifa looked at the "Blue-Eyed Sea Dragon" and then at the unresponsive Leon.

Then, looking at the ground, he pondered for a long time before finally making a decision.

He looked up and stared at a glass tank.

The jar contained a monster with a female body, a pair of fleshy wings on its back, and a ferocious appearance.

This is an ancient monster, a harpy, said to be able to contact the nightmare world.

He decided to abandon the "Blue-Eyes Sea Dragon" bloodline, which had a high success rate, and instead transplant the "Harpie" bloodline, which he had never transplanted before.

(End of this chapter)