Chapter 426: Oakheart Codex
Without a complete Arcane Ring, there's no chance of ever reaching the rank of Title Archmage in this lifetime.
Over the years, he had scoured one plane after another searching for clues to the Arcane Ring. Yet after all this time, there was still no real progress—only the vague notion that King Ronan of the Caucasus's magical legacy was likely hidden deep within the Turin Mountains. But the depths of the Turin Mountains are vast. How could anyone hope to find it? He had almost given up hope entirely...
But months ago, when he deduced that the mysterious distant cousin was heading to the Turin Mountains, he forced himself to tag along. Truthfully, all his courage in facing this cousin was just bravado—especially after witnessing his cousin's madness: killing three elders in the council and crippling Owen Merlin...
Even now, holding the magical legacy of the Arcane Ring in his hands, it all feels unreal—like he's trapped in a dream...
"Hubert, come here." After finishing everything, Leon Merlin called the Dragonblood Orc over.
"Huh?" The Dragonblood Orc shrank back, thinking he'd messed up again and that Leon Merlin was about to have that damned fire monster talk to him...
"Take this."
"Huh?" The Dragonblood Orc glanced at the crystal shard in Leon Merlin's hand, unsure whether he should reach out for it...
"What's with the 'huh'..." Leon Merlin's face darkened. This guy, the Dragonblood Orc, was nearly Sword Saint-level now, but his nerves were still no better than a rabbit's: "If I tell you to take it, then take it. Stop fussing. Or do you want Saedus to hand it to you himself?"