From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 32 A Tragedy Caused by a Pot of Soup

The continent of Itniti has many special products, and the eccentric men and women are just one of them. What is more common are actually groups of ruthless bandits.

These creatures frequently appear throughout the continent, whether in shady paths, abandoned mines, or long-forgotten underground tombs; they can be found everywhere.

The "Crow's Claw" bandit gang was one of them.

However, they have now encountered a "minor" problem.

Lucas, the bandit leader, was terrified. In front of him were four tall men in black robes, and his companions lay dead on the ground beside him.

Clearly, these four men in black robes were after him.

"That damn idiot Ralph, I shouldn't have listened to his advice."

Recalling what had happened a minute earlier, Lucas felt utterly devastated.

Just a minute ago, they had intercepted a shipment and were happily returning to their base. They expected nothing unexpected to happen on the way, until they came across a small camp.

"Since we're already here, why not rob some things while we're at it?" Ralph, the smartest member of the bandit group, suggested on the spot.

"Agreed." "Yes." "Me too!"

The bandits all agreed, and seeing this, Lucas couldn't stop them.

Because it was dark, they couldn't see the situation at the camp very clearly, and could only tell that it was a small camp.

Since it's a small camp, there probably aren't many people there; they're likely just passing travelers, so killing them wouldn't be a problem.

Out of caution, Lucas did not lead his men out directly, but instead ordered his men to fire a volley of arrows from a distance.

After a volley of arrows, the impatient bandits howled and rushed toward the only source of light in the dim forest.

Then... they encountered four tall and terrifying monsters.

A chill emanated from their breath, the surrounding temperature was low enough to freeze, and those pairs of blue eyes stood out starkly in the darkness...

Lucas was certain that in all his years as a bandit, he had never seen anything like it.

The most terrifying of the four monsters is the largest one.

Because he had a pale skull strapped to his right shoulder, the origin of which every Northerner knew by name.

Wendigo, a nightmare sung by word of mouth in the North.

Who is this expert who can turn a Wendigo into their own trophy?

Lucas didn't know that; all he knew was that he had run into a tough opponent this time.

The four tall, black-robed monsters were completely unharmed by the arrows. They covered a distance that would normally take a dozen steps in just a few strides, and smashed their axe blades and hammers onto the bandits.

Although it looked more like the bandits had willingly handed themselves over.

The battle lasted less than half a minute, and more than a dozen bandits were slaughtered. Some lost their heads, while others had their brains splattered out.

Lucas was the only one left on the field.

"Please spare my life!" he uttered in a shameful voice.

No one answered; only the howling of the cold wind could be heard.

Thinking of his fish and mushroom soup that had been contaminated by arrows, Modi's expression wasn't very pleasant.

He spent two hours fishing for that pot of soup, and when he missed the boat, he didn't hesitate to go into the water himself to catch the fish.

He had finally waited until the appointed time, and just as he was about to taste the food, these clueless people ruined his plans.

"What a bunch of damned robbers, I think you deserve to be slaughtered."

The three Others, Gan, Wen, and Cui, were not very happy either. They were just listening to their master tell an enlightening story called "Mordi's Elbow Overturns the Black Heavenly Mother" when they were interrupted by a volley of arrows.

Whether they understand the story or not is not important; what is important is that they have a story to listen to.

Now that the story is over, all they can do is let those who dared to disturb their enjoyment get into trouble.

The three White Walkers rushed forward, ignoring Lucas's cries of agony, and each tore a part of his body apart.

In less than half a second, the wailing ended, and the three White Walkers, each holding a part of Lucas's body, knelt before Mordy.

Blood mist surged, and all the corpses present vanished.

Lucas Cody, the second-in-command of the Ravenclaw Bandits

[Master of theft]

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After glancing at the blood-stained book, Modi absorbed all the information from the newly acquired pages in just two or three seconds.

"Most of them are pretty useless stats, but this [Stealing Mastery] is somewhat useful. Wait, isn't he a bandit who robs and plunders? How come he has the Stealing skill?"

He kept the useful pages and incorporated the useless ones into the Devialet Pages, continuing to push it to a higher level.

"Even after my teacher's death, I continued to help her contribute to society. I, Mo Di, am truly a person of great love."

The page becomes stronger, which means he becomes stronger. The stronger he becomes, the more he can kill those who deserve to die, thereby saving more innocent people.

After rounding up and subtracting, his increased strength is equivalent to saving people.

Bearing the heavy responsibility of spreading love and peace, Modi's path to becoming stronger cannot stop for a moment.

"The Crow Claw Bandit Gang has a righteous death; let's go and wipe them out."

Modi remained expressionless. He knew full well that he was targeting this nonsensical bandit group in order to become stronger and save more people.

It's definitely not for a mere pot of fish and mushroom soup.

A flash of magical light appeared, and a red ray of light appeared in his eyes, one end stretching into the unknown distance.

The [Tracking Technique] has revealed to him the location of the Crow Claw Bandit Gang's lair.

"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening," he said softly. "Although it is late now, it is still a good time to send them on their way."

The three White Walkers looked up suddenly; despite their low intelligence, they understood what he meant.

They decided to follow their master's teachings and send the filthy, vile band of thieves to the family reunion.

After spending a long time with Modi, they gradually became more benevolent.

After tidying up the camp, the man and the three Others silently made their way to the bandit gang's lair under the cover of night.

With each step, they can cover several meters, and that's not even their limit.

Leaving aside Mordy, the three Others, Gan, Wen, and Cui, have all undergone the transformation of Cold Blood True Qi and possess the martial arts realm of the first innate level.

Otherwise, Modi wouldn't have let them follow him around.

They sped up, leaving the dense forest behind.

With each breath, a thick icy mist rose around them, completely obliterating their last traces.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at their destination.

This was a bandit hideout built on a gentle slope, surrounded by sharpened wooden walls, with several watchtowers standing around it.

On each watchtower, a sentry stood guard, but they were clearly not very focused. Some were even slightly drunk and did not notice the man and three aliens hiding in the icy mist at all.

In the icy mist, Modi gazed at the bandit hideout so close at hand and whispered, "Go do what you want to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Frostblood White Walker beside him vanished.

The icy fog seeped into the bandits' hideout, covering it bit by bit.

"What happened? Why is it foggy?"

"I don't understand what the lookouts were doing. Why didn't they warn us about this unusual situation?"

The two patrolling robbers exchanged a glance, and a chill crept up their spines.

This strange phenomenon is unlikely to have formed naturally; the only possibility is that it was caused by human intervention.

They immediately took out the horn, intending to alert the others in the hideout.

But the visitors in the cold wind did not give them that chance.

A tall, dark figure burst out from the icy mist, its arms outstretched, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the necks of the two men.

As the claws slashed across, the two men had just brought the horn to their lips, but before they could even blow it, everything went black.

The horn fell to the ground, followed by the two headless corpses.

The shadowy figure that caused all this didn't even look at it before disappearing back into the icy mist.

The killing is far from over.

On the watchtower, the sentries who had been dozing off or drinking finally came to their senses and quickly blew their horns, waking up the entire bandit stronghold.

"......sucker Punch."

Modi looked up and raised his hand at the same time.

Several icy arrows flashed by, and the horn sounded abruptly.

The sentries on those watchtowers all had their heads blown off by the ice arrows.

After killing the sentry, he strolled leisurely to the wall of the bandit stronghold and stomped down.

Ice crystals welled up from beneath his feet and spread all the way to the wall.

Several thick icicles rose from the ground, easily knocking down and tearing apart the wooden wall.

The collapse of the wall attracted the attention of the bandit leader, Mitchell.

"What's that noise? What happened to the west wall?"

He hurriedly stepped out of the warm room and bumped into the icy fog, immediately shivering.

"What's going on with this fog?" he asked his trusted aide, but received no answer.

"Where's Lucas? They haven't come back yet after they went out?"

The answer was still negative.

"Could it be that they betrayed us, causing the location of our stronghold to be leaked and attracting our enemy's attack?"

"Unlikely," one of the bandits replied, staring at the icy mist, recalling a story he had heard as a child.

His face was pale. After hesitating for a moment, he guessed, "This ice fog is very likely caused by Wendigo."

"Wendigo?" Mitchell looked puzzled. He wasn't a native of the North; he came from the central part of the continent and hadn't heard much about the legend of Wendigo.

Naturally, they didn't have much awe for this extraordinary creature.

"Yes, the Wendigo, the legendary cannibalistic evil spirit. When it appears, icy mist and freezing winds will also appear...!"

The robber's voice suddenly turned shrill. He pointed tremblingly at a black silhouette in the icy mist, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"It, it... Wendigo is here!"

Mitchell instinctively raised his crossbow and fired a bolt at the shadowy figure.

The crossbow bolt pierced the icy mist. Even though he didn't know if it had hit its mark, he suppressed his growing fear and uttered a wild statement:

"Hmph, what Wendigo? Watch me shoot it back."

He cocked the crossbow, but before he could even aim, a dark figure that should have been some distance away suddenly sprang up and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The moment he saw the true face of the shadowy figure, he was so frightened that his hand trembled and he instinctively pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

The crossbow bolt was fired, and before he could react, everything went black. When he regained his senses, he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The tall figure stretched out his left hand and steadily caught the fired crossbow bolt, appearing completely at ease.

"Your turn is over," Mordy grinned from beneath his helmet. "Now it's my turn."