Black Hearted Mage

The magical communication stone in Kaisas's hand was carefully crafted by the elven elders of the crater. This communication stone contained powerful magic and could quickly transmit information.

When Caesar activated the communication stone, the coordinates it sent out were like a beacon, and Old Ethan easily captured them. Old Ethan was an experienced archmage, and by tracking the signal from the communication stone, he quickly locked onto Caesar's location.

Old Ethan cast his arcane spell without hesitation, converging the arcane energy into a portal. The portal shone with a dazzling purple light, as if it was a passage to another world.

At this moment, Caesars was in a semi-comatose state. His consciousness was hazy, but he could still feel the intense arcane energy surging around him. When he reluctantly opened his eyes, the dazzling purple light instantly caught his eye, making it almost impossible for him to look directly.

Just as Kaesas was still recovering from his shock, a figure slowly emerged from the portal. It was an old elf dressed in purple arcane robes. His steps were steady and solemn, revealing an air of majesty.

The old elf walked straight to Caesar's side and carefully examined his injuries. The old elf frowned tightly, obviously worried about Caesar's injuries.

After an examination, the old elf concluded that Kaesus's injuries were extremely serious and he could not withstand the onslaught of arcane energy. So, he made a quick decision and directly cancelled the portal to prevent Kaesus from suffering further damage.

"Fat dog, has Caesars drunk the potion?" The old elf turned to look at the puppy beside him and asked in a low voice.

The puppy understood the old elf's words and nodded, then stretched out its paw and pointed at several crystal bottles not far away. Seeing this, the old elf walked over quickly, picked up the four crystal bottles, and held them to his nose to smell the scent of the potion.

After confirming the type and quality of the potion, the old elf took a deep breath and said to the puppy: "I am going to pull out the dagger from Caesar's body, don't disturb me!" His tone was serious and firm, and no one dared to question it at all.

As Old Ethan spoke, he took out a dark purple staff and thrust it into the ground. A purple protective shield appeared.

Two poisoned animal tooth daggers pierced Caesar's kidneys and liver. They would not take Caesar's life, but they were also a big trouble.

As the fang dagger was pulled out, blood gushed out like a fountain. Old Ethan forcefully injected two bottles of hemostatic gel into Caesar's wound, stopping the bleeding.

Old Ethan picked up the two animal tooth daggers and carefully examined the details on them, especially the residual poison.

After some investigation, Old Ethan concluded that this was a paralyzing poison, venom from the Dark Spider's servants. Although the venom wasn't very toxic, it could incapacitate a person for a short period of time, making it a very effective tactic in combat.

However, what struck Old Ethan as odd was that these two fangs seemed somewhat unique. They possessed a natural magic-breaking property, capable of easily piercing the hide of superb beasts. This property was extremely rare in ordinary fangs. Just like the fangs of a golden-eyed black demon snake, they could pierce high-level magic shields but not a great magician's.

Old Ethan brought the tusks closer, carefully examining their shape. They were very similar to the puppies' teeth, both sharp and somewhat flat. However, like the puppies' teeth, these two tusks had tiny serrations on either side, giving them greater piercing and cutting power.

Old Ethan couldn't help but fall into deep thought. He searched his mind for memories of this beast fang, but found nothing. It seemed that this kind of magical beast didn't exist on the Roland Continent, which made him very confused.

Just as Old Ethan was deep in thought, he suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation in the surrounding magic power. He immediately became alert, observing his surroundings with a sharp gaze, and finally his sight fell on Caesar's back.

Strange dark golden lines began to appear on Caesar's skin. These lines resembled scales, looming. Old Ethan frowned slightly, a wave of surprise welling up in his heart. However, before he could react, those dark golden scales, as if cast by magic, spread across Caesar's entire back in the blink of an eye, completely covering the two wounds on his back.

The little golden-eyed black magic snake stayed motionless next to Caesars, and the dark golden scales seemed to be good for it.

"Old Ethan, why can't I move?" There was a hint of panic and helplessness in Caesar's voice.

Time passed minute by minute. Half an hour later, Caesars finally slowly opened his eyes. However, he found that his body was still frozen, completely unable to move. He couldn't even feel the pain from his wounds, as if he had lost contact with his body.

"Boy, you have been poisoned by an overdose of paralyzing poison. Although you have drunk a powerful antidote, you can't move for at least one day." Old Ethan's voice sounded in Caesar's ears, with a hint of helplessness.

A wave of despair surged in Caesar's heart. He stared at Old Ethan with wide eyes and said anxiously, "Old Ethan, I have a photo stone in my pocket. Please take it and have a look. You have hurt me so badly!"

Old Ethan sighed, walked over to Caesars, and reached out to grope in his pocket. After a while, he took out a photo stone from the Thorn Flower Company.

Old Ethan held the photo stone in his palm, as if it were a rare treasure. He took a deep breath and slowly injected a trace of magic power into the photo stone.

As magic power was infused, the surface of the Shadow Stone flickered with a faint light. Suddenly, a curtain of light shot out from the Shadow Stone, like a transparent wall, standing before the two of them.

On the screen, the image of an island gradually became clearer. This island looked quite unique, composed of columnar basalt. When the old elf saw the rocks on top of the basalt moving, his pupils contracted sharply.

When Old Ethan's gaze fell on the lizardmen in the image, his brows furrowed sharply, his face filled with surprise. Compared to the lizardmen he remembered from 20,000 years ago, these lizardmen had undergone tremendous changes.

Old Ethan stared at the lizardmen within the light curtain, carefully observing every detail. He noticed that they had become noticeably shorter, their once majestic figures now relatively short. Furthermore, the soft scales on their skin had become smaller and finer, and their color had changed from cyan to turquoise, giving them a more vibrant appearance.

Old Ethan frowned, lost in thought. He began rummaging through his space ring, seemingly searching for something important. After some searching, he finally pulled out another photo stone.

The old elf placed the two stones side by side in his hands, then used his magic to restore the images in the two stones one-to-one. This made the difference between the two even more obvious.

"Damn it! These lizardmen can actually change color. It's unbelievable!" Old Ethan said with wide eyes and astonishment. "No wonder the Elf Council has been unable to find any trace of them!"

The old elf stared intently at the small island in the swamp. Jixue said, "This island is an extinct volcano. The volcanic ash outside has been washed away. Since the Lizardmen appear here, this must be their lair!"

Thinking of this, Old Ethan couldn't help but feel an irrepressible excitement in his heart. They had been searching for these hateful lizardmen for a long time, and now they had finally found their lair, which meant that their great hatred could finally be avenged.

Caesars on the side seemed a little worried. He looked at Old Ethan and reminded him, "Old Ethan, don't underestimate these lizardmen. They have very strong stealth capabilities and are very cunning!"

After hearing what Caesars said, Old Ethan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile. He said, "Boy, it's not that the Lizardmen are strong, but that you are too weak. The Grand Magician is nothing, and the Mage is just a starting point. Remember, magic never ends!"

The old elf directed the puppy to retrieve the lizardman's head that it had bitten off. The following scene was something Caesars would never forget.

The lizardman's head was oval, and its mouth was noticeably shorter than that of an ordinary lizard, but the overall shape was still very similar. Old Ethan took out some items from his mysterious space ring, including a metal array disk, several long metal needles, and several bottles of strangely colored alchemical potions.

He inserted an elemental crystal into the slot of the array disk. As the magic power slowly flowed, the metal array disk began to emit a faint light. Old Ethan gently placed the lizardman's head in the center of the array disk, as if it were a precious work of art.

Then, he picked up a thin metal needle and dipped it into a crystal bottle without hesitation. The liquid in the bottle seemed to have some special magical properties. Then, he suddenly inserted the needle into the lizard man's head with swift and precise movements.

At that moment, something amazing happened—the lizard man's head suddenly opened its eyes, and those eyes, which had been tightly closed, were now full of life. Old Ethan didn't pause. With astonishing speed, he inserted the remaining six metal needles into the lizard man's head, each needle landing precisely in its designated position.

After completing this series of actions, Old Ethan picked up two bottles of alchemical potions that emitted a pungent smell and poured them into the metal array without hesitation. The potions interacted with the magic power in the array, producing a slight vibration.

Unbelievably, this lizard man, who had been dead for nearly an hour, seemed to have regained life. A low sound emanated from his throat, and then he stuck out his flat, forked, cyan tongue, as if adapting to his bodyless state.

Old Ethan observed all this quietly. His withered hand slowly extended, his fingers deftly avoiding several metal needles before gently placing it on the top of the lizardman's head. Purple arcane energy enveloped the lizardman's head, and the old elf closed his eyes as if in deep thought.

Caesars, the puppy, and the little black snake were all shocked by this scene. They didn't know what old Ethan was doing.

"You idiot, you licked my back just now. I felt it clearly!"

Caesars was furious, glaring at the puppy with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire. However, his body was extremely stiff at the moment, completely unable to move. He could only lie there on his side, allowing the puppy to do whatever it wanted to him.

The puppy seemed to be completely oblivious to Caesar's scolding. It opened its mouth wide, revealing its scarlet tongue. It also stretched out its powerful paws, pointing directly at Old Ethan, who was not far away, as if it wanted Caesar to divert his attention to it.

After more than ten minutes, the lizardman's head began to change under the continuous impact of arcane energy. Its once hideous features gradually turned gray, as if its vitality had been drained. Furthermore, as time passed, tiny cracks began to appear on the skull, rapidly spreading like a spider web.

The old elf had kept his eyes tightly closed, concentrating on controlling his arcane energy. When he felt the lizardman's skull had reached its limit, he suddenly opened his eyes and loosened his grip. The lizardman's skull instantly shattered like weathered rock, breaking into countless tiny fragments that scattered across the ground.

Seeing this, Old Ethan felt a little relieved. He turned to look at Caesar and said, "Caesar, the space beneath that extinct volcano is quite large. And according to the lizardmen's memories, there are probably over two thousand lizardmen inside. Fortunately, their lair only has one exit, which is good news for us."

Old Ethan continued gravely, "This situation is a bit tricky. Although the individual lizardmen aren't very strong, there are so many places for them to hide in their nests that it's difficult for us to capture them all. It seems we'll have to ask the Elf Council for help this time!"

"Old Ethan, are there any treasures in the lizardman's lair?" Caesar asked.

Old Ethan said, "The Lizardmen don't have any treasures, but they do raise a kind of large demon dog, and their weapons are the demon dog's teeth. This kind of dog was originally bred by the demons. I always thought they were extinct, but I didn't expect there were still two!"

Caesars asked, "There are only two demon dogs. Where do the lizardmen get so many teeth?"

"Kaisas, this kind of demon dog will change its teeth after a certain period of time, and the old teeth will fall out on their own. This kind of demon dog has a very large appetite, eating over a kilogram of meat every day, which is basically equivalent to its body weight!"

"Two big dogs weighing over a thousand pounds!" Caesar exclaimed.

"They are big fat dogs weighing over 2,000 kilograms. The lizardmen are afraid that the demon dogs will devour them, so they feed them very fat. The two demon dogs can hardly walk!"