Planting an immortal tree in the wizarding world

Chapter 167 The Curse of Concealment, Transforming into Darkness!
Late at night, in Triumph City within a city.

The streets were quiet, save for the soft clanging of armor from the patrolling guards.

The stench of blood in the house finally alerted one of the security guards.

He immediately knocked on a house door, and when no one answered, he broke down the door and entered.

He walked straight into the bedroom and saw a horrific scene that he would never forget.

The guard immediately rushed out of the house and took out a flare from his waist.

Light it up and lift it upwards.

Suddenly, a spark shot into the sky with a sharp sound.

boom!
This firework had been enchanted, and the sound of it exploding in the sky was equally deafening.

And after the sound exploded, a blinding white light flashed across the sky, instantly illuminating the entire Triumph City as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, several figures flew out from the upper city of Triumph City.

These were all wizards from the Wizarding Council who had come upon hearing the news.

They were all first-level official wizards, sent here as pioneers.

They found the guard who had given the signal, learned what was going on, and then went into a house.

The guards nervously gripped the cross-shaped swords at their waists, waiting for the wizards to emerge.

However, after a while, there was no sound.

The guard grew increasingly frightened as he waited. After waiting a while longer, when the investigating wizards still hadn't come out, he took out a flare from his waist and fired it into the sky!
boom!
Immediately afterwards, several more figures flew out from the upper city of Triumph City.

These individuals were also wizards from the Wizarding Council, most of them being first-level official wizards, with one of them being a second-level wizard, an elite wizard.

They immediately found the guard who fired the signal cannon and asked him what was going on.

The guard immediately explained the situation.

Upon hearing this, the elite wizard did not act as rashly as the previous first-level formal wizards.

He pondered the enemy's strength, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the enemy might possess extremely strong abilities.

He felt he should inform the royal family of this conjecture and this situation.

Let the royal family send a powerful wizard to nip this potential threat in the bud!

Thinking of this, the elite wizard called to the other wizards and flew back to the upper city of Triumph.

They performed flight magic, the hems of their wizard robes fluttering in the wind.

But the next moment, a dark figure suddenly darted out of a house.

It drew an arc in the air, like a sickle.

In an instant, it swept over these wizards.

The next moment, the flying wizard was torn apart at the waist.

On the other side, a dark elf wearing a black hood landed and stood still.

In his hand, he held a short blade that gleamed with a cold light.

The short blade was covered in the blood of those wizards.

The dark elf slipped the dagger into his hood, then grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth. With a slight upturn of his lips, he extended a scarlet tongue and licked the blood from the dagger.

Meanwhile, the guard who witnessed this scene suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down, he saw a sharp blade piercing through his armor and emerging from his chest.

The next moment, the blade was withdrawn from his chest and pulled out of his body.

The guard's eyes gradually dimmed, and he collapsed.

Triumph City fell silent once again.

The other residents in the city heard the fireworks, but they didn't know what was happening and dared not make a sound.

Soon, another shadow swept out from the upper city of Triumph City.

This is a man riding a griffin.

He had long blond hair and stubble on his face.

He was dressed in dark gold armor and held a cross-shaped sword that was almost as tall as a person.

This man was none other than the Royal Guard Chief, Oranel Thorn.

He was both a knight and a wise wizard.

He didn't know much about witchcraft; he only used it as a means to enhance his physical body.

Some people have called him a melee wizard, which displeased him greatly.

He always considered himself a knight.

Just now, several wizards went missing in the central city, escalating the situation.

Under the organization of Augustus V, after a round of discussions, Oranel Thorne was sent to investigate.

The other wizards who were protecting Augustus V stayed by his side, ready to activate the magic array and guard the upper city if they noticed anything amiss.

Upon seeing Oranel arrive, one of the dark elves attempted to repeat his previous tactics.

Suddenly, a dark shadow swept up from the street, tracing a sickle-like arc.

Oranel immediately sensed something, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

Dark elves possess extremely powerful stealth magic, which allows them to remain undetected by others using their senses.

However, at this moment, Oranel felt a sense of danger.

This is the instinct of wild animals.

After undergoing knightly training, this instinct gradually returned to the knight.

After being amplified by energy particles and having gone through countless life-and-death struggles, Oranel's perception of danger had become extremely sharp.

The next moment, he reached for his waist with his left hand, drew a golden short sword, and blocked it downwards by instinct.

when!
He blocked the dark elf's attack and finally saw clearly what kind of enemy this was.

His gaze, peering through the hood, fell upon a handsome face in deep purple, and a pair of slightly pointed ears. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knew that the enemy before him was the Dark Elf.

Just then, the other two dark elves also rushed up, each wielding a sharp blade, and attacked Oranel.

From this man's appearance and demeanor, the three dark elves knew that he was Oranel, the royal guard captain.

Oranel is also someone who strengthens his physical body, which is highly consistent with their cultivation path.

Therefore, they all felt that they could make good use of many of Oranel's resources.

Furthermore, they knew that Oranel was a true wizard, and was now considered one of the top wizards in Triumph City.

If we kill Oranel, the pressure on them will be much less.

The three dark elves, while casting elven magic to disrupt the opponent's five senses, transformed their swords into a net and thrust it towards Oranel.

Knowing that the other party had cast a spell, Oranel immediately focused his mind, gathering energy particles to disrupt the other party's magic.

Moreover, his armor was engraved with protective magic runes by Dolifa, which served to defend against witchcraft.

Elven magic is essentially similar to witchcraft.

However, what wizards see as riding wizards, elves see as magic.

Therefore, the magic of the three dark elves had almost no effect on Oranel.

Oranel possessed immense physical strength, and he wielded the greatsword fused with refined gold with ease.

Dang Dang Dang!
The steel longsword is as tough and sharp as the legends say.

The three dark elves' longswords broke upon contact with the adamantite longsword.

……

In the world of cultivation, Ronan sensed the sky above through the natal longevity tree seedling in the bungalow.

The Dark Elves' concealment magic requires both mana and mental energy to maintain. After engaging Oranel in battle, they were unable to maintain the spell.

Ronan was immediately able to sense the battle between the four through his mental power.

……

The Wizarding World, Triumph City within a City.

Just after Oranel broke the swords of three dark elves, he used his longsword to pierce the body of one of them.

The other two dark elves switched to a different longsword and fought Oranel again.

This time, they didn't touch Oranel's adamantite greatsword.

The dark elf who had been pierced by Oranel still had a chance to live, even though the adamantite greatsword had wounded his heart.

To deal with the other two dark elves, Oranel suddenly drew his adamantite greatsword, refusing to strike the dark elf again.

The dark elf continued to fall to the ground, struggling to land on its hands and feet before shakily standing up.

At this moment, the nearby guards, holding cross-shaped swords, surrounded them.

The dark elf's eyes flashed with ferocity. Suddenly, he pulled a longsword from his storage ring and charged at a guard with lightning speed, killing him and breaking out of the encirclement.

He leaped into a dark shadow.

Immediately afterwards, the guards saw the dark elf disappear into the shadows, and there was nothing around him except the dark elf's bloodstains on the street.

……

The dark elf leaped out from another shadow.

After reaching a secluded spot, he immediately took out the medicine and prepared to pour it down his throat.

However, he suddenly sensed danger approaching.

He immediately swung the sword in his hand to the side.

when!
A bronze sword clashed with his longsword.

The moment they met, the scenery before the dark elf's eyes changed.

He went from a dark and quiet street to a gloomy jungle.

Before me stood a young man with blond curly hair.

This young man was Ronan, who had drunk the intermediate-level transformation potion.

He became very interested in the magic of the dark elves.

Upon seeing a severely wounded dark elf, he immediately perked up, thinking about how to obtain the dark elf's magic.

However, Oranel and the two dark elves were constantly fighting above his bungalow.

He was afraid that the three knowledgeable wizards would discover his whereabouts, so he did not travel back.

Knowing that Oranel was fighting with two dark elves, he was far away from his bungalow.

He seized the opportunity and traveled back to the wizarding world.

Just now, I brought this dark elf to the world of cultivation.

"who are you?"

The dark elf, seeing that he had suddenly moved and was in front of a stranger, couldn't help but ask.

"What kind of gibberish are they speaking?"

Ronan didn't understand Elvish, but ignored him and reached for his chest.

There, a body bag was hidden close to his body.

Instantly, a plume of smoke emerged from his chest, turning into a large cloud of mist that landed on the ground.

The fog instantly dissipated, revealing various reanimated corpses and a large group of undead creatures.

Under Ronan's control, they surged toward the dark elves.

Ronan used Hongmeng to analyze the dark elf's stats and knew that the dark elf wizard was of a high level. Although the dark elf was seriously injured, he dared not be careless.

He then poured his magic into the sorcery model of the "Tree Man Technique".

Instantly, the trees around them uprooted themselves from the soil, which transformed into legs and surrounded the dark elf.

The dark elf was surrounded by undead creatures and treants in layers.

At this moment, his wound was still bleeding. He wanted to drink the medicine, but under the siege of the undead creatures and treants, he had no time to drink it.

He could only wield his sword, constantly fending off the attacks of the undead creatures and treants.

He saw a necromancer warrior's giant axe blocked by him.

Immediately afterwards, swords and spears came thrusting at him.

The tree-man's branches and vines also materialized into sharp weapons, stabbing towards him.

Vines also sprouted from beneath his feet, binding him up.

The next moment, Ronan seized the opportunity, released the Azure Spirit Sword, and severed the dark elf's head in one swift motion.

After losing its head, the dark elf died.

Ronan then withdrew the undead creature and stopped casting the Treant spell.

One by one, the tree-people returned to their tree pits and became trees.

Ronan used his wizard's hand to take the storage ring from the dark elf's severed hand.

He immersed his mind in the storage ring, immediately focusing on the rolls of parchment inside.

Immediately, an idea struck him, and he took out the parchment scroll.

The parchment scroll was covered with densely packed text.

It's all Elvish script.

He used Hongmeng to record the Elven script.

So he immediately summoned Hongmeng to translate these characters, wanting to see what was written on them.

The Curse of Concealment, the Dark Swamp...

As Hongmeng was translated, a stream of information kept flooding into his mind.

He discovered that the parchment scroll contained extremely rare dark elemental magic.

'No, it should be dark elemental magic.'

He saw that these dark elemental spells, apart from being chanted in Elvish, did not have the multifaceted magical arrays typical of witchcraft, but rather complex Elvish runes.

The structure of this rune is also extremely complex.

It is not two-dimensional like the talismans in the world of cultivation.

In fact, three-dimensional space is like a combination of many lines and patterns.

Although it's chaotic, there are still rules governing it.

Ronan immediately used Hongmeng to scan these elven runes, and constructed a model and converted formulas in a three-dimensional coordinate system.

Soon, one after another, elven runes appeared in the three-dimensional coordinate system in his mind.

And there are formulas next to it.

'Pick which ones to practice first.'

Ronan pondered for a moment and decided to practice the "Concealment Spell" first.

This magic was the magic that made him unable to sense the dark elf's presence.

It gathers dark element particles and drapes itself in a dark element shield with special magic.

The scroll states that once the "Concealment Spell" is practiced to a certain level, even superhumans several levels above oneself will not be able to detect one's existence.

Ronan felt that he needed this magic.

If he were to master this "Concealment Spell," he might be able to travel from the wizarding world so suddenly that even a Nascent Soul Ancestor wouldn't be able to detect him.

(End of this chapter)