Chapter 1379
The other side hadn’t said a word, but had already started doing so much. Leon Merlin shook his head, feeling a bit helpless. He’d never wanted to get tangled up with these lunatics, but now it seems it’s not just Maxwell who’s made up his mind—the Thorned Crown itself has decided as well.
But every time Leon thought about what this group of lunatics might do next, he really didn’t want to take on the Thorned Crown. He’d already taught them the research on bloodline transplantation, pointed them in the right direction—who knows what kind of outrageous things these maniacs would come up with next.
“You don’t have to worry about this. They mean no harm.”
Farrow left, completely confused. Leon wasn’t in the mood to keep digging through the records at Astral Academy either—there was just too much scattered information. Trying to find anything useful in this sea of documents was no easy task.
At best, he might dig up some uncertain clues. The results pointed to the Seventy-Third Deity having reincarnated in the Odin Kingdom, but the exact location was still unknown. The only thing he could be sure of was that the most likely place was Central Odin.
Odin Kingdom is roughly divided into two parts: the south and the north. Back when the kingdom was first founded, the current Odin Royal Family inherited the legacy of the Third Dynasty. The royal family and a few major nobles rooted themselves in the southern part, while the north became home to most of the mage factions and remaining nobles.
Back then, the mage factions and lesser nobles in the north weren’t as powerful as those in the south, but they were numerous—hardly weak. As time passed, the gap between north and south gradually narrowed. Some mage factions declined, others rose up. These days, there’s not much difference between the two, but overall, the south is still stronger.
The central region served as a buffer, with only a few weak factions wedged in between. Nowadays, everyone takes this for granted: Central Odin, that narrow strip barely a thousand kilometers wide, is considered the weakest part of the kingdom. If the Seventy-Third Deity reincarnated there, it’s probably because it’s the safest place—plenty of time to grow.
Unfortunately, Central Odin is just a strip a thousand kilometers wide, stretching across the whole kingdom. There’s no way to pinpoint the exact spot. Even searching for centuries, you might never find it.
With a silent sigh, Leon rubbed his brow. Two months of sifting through mountains of data—ninety-nine percent of it useless. Finding anything truly valuable was painfully difficult.
He hadn’t found the exact location of the Seventy-Third Deity’s reincarnation, but he did uncover other useful information.
The requirements for building a Sanctuary Tower were incredibly strict. Rare materials were a given, but many of the components simply couldn’t be made by human hands. Even a Saint-ranked alchemist couldn’t produce them perfectly—substitutes were the best anyone could manage.
Leon knew all too well what happens to incomplete or imperfect Sanctuary Towers. They had to be whole—and flawless.
Some parts would have to be crafted by other races. The Forgefire Dwarves were already on board, which was a relief—they’d always been the hardest to find. Records said their last surviving clan didn’t appear in Northend World until ten thousand years later. Who discovered them, and where, was never recorded.
The Forgefire Dwarves had been found, but there was still no sign of the other races. Unexpectedly, in the Astral Academy’s library, Leon found traces of Cave Goblins and Red-Skin Mana Leeches in a mage’s travelogue.
And it wasn’t that long ago—just over a hundred years back, someone discovered a passage to the underground in the western part of Central Odin. The author of the travelogue was among the first to find it. Down there, they encountered many unusual races, including Cave Goblins and Red-Skin Mana Leeches.
Both races once lived on the surface during the Nesser Dynasty. Back then, Cave Goblins were slaves to the Chromatic Dragons, building their lairs—every dragon’s nest was crafted by Cave Goblins. Of course, their status was abysmal, the lowest of the low.
They had little fighting power, no top-tier champions, doomed to be the lowest laborers. The Red-Skin Mana Leeches had it even worse—they were just food for the Chromatic Dragons. Young Destruction Black Dragons especially loved them; for those dragon hatchlings, Red-Skin Mana Leeches were the perfect snack...
With the fall of the Nesser Dynasty, Cave Goblins and Red-Skin Mana Leeches vanished as well. By the time of the Third Dynasty, a few remained, but by the middle of that era, they’d completely disappeared from the lands of Northend World.