Chapter 1002: A Misunderstanding
And among the variant bloodlines, its fusion rate is considered quite high. If it meets a swordsman with high compatibility, it can be directly transformed into a Frost Swordsman—far more powerful than an ordinary swordsman.
This Ice Ape is an exceptionally rare level forty beast. Even as a pseudo Sky Rank, it possesses a portion of Sky Rank power. Its heart blood is actually more valuable than its level forty Frost Mana Crystal—and by a wide margin.
In this situation, Morgan still went to great lengths to steal the Mana Crystal. Anyone with half a brain knows the Mana Crystal is more valuable.
"If you insist that we took the Ice Ape Mana Crystal, I have no way to explain it. We didn’t take it, and that’s that. Does the Henry Family really need a level forty Frost Mana Crystal?
Hmph, any magic artifact I casually pull out is worth at least as much as a level forty Frost Mana Crystal. The Henry Family’s reputation is exactly what we say it is.
If I say we didn’t take it, then we didn’t take it. The most valuable thing about this Ice Ape is its heart blood—that’s the real treasure. What’s a Mana Crystal worth? If you want to frame us, at least come up with a better reason!"
Morgan’s expression turned cold, the smile that had been hanging on his face vanished, replaced by indifference and hard resolve. But his words, no matter how you spun them, sounded exactly like he was trying to worm his way out...
Hubert heard this and instantly flew into a rage. Steam began to rise from his body, his chest heaving violently, and his skin started turning red—he was about to start a fight.
"Damn bastard, you dare play dumb and refuse to admit it? Hell, Hubert’s slaughter will make you confess—you're even more shameless than Anderson..."
Kurum’s expression darkened. In an instant, he cast Fire Elemental Avatar; the mages of the Battalion Legion abandoned their harvesting work, raised their Dragon Scale Staffs, and each transformed into blazing fire elementals.
“Lord Morgan, there’s no need for a battle over a mere level forty Frost Mana Crystal. Hand it over—this is your only choice. This is the Blazeforge Battlefield, danger lurks everywhere. We do not wish for war, but we do not fear it. Steal our spoils, and only blood will wash away the insult.”
Morgan hovered in midair, a cold smirk curling at his lips.
“Ridiculous! The Henry Family would covet a level forty Frost Mana Crystal? What a joke. Our family’s daily earnings far exceed ten such crystals. Why would we bother with this one?”
“Seems to me you country bumpkins from Andalusia see our Henry Family’s wealth and want to extort us for a fortune.”
“I used to think the Andalusia Kingdom had some folks who weren’t utterly provincial. Now, it seems I’ve overestimated you.”
“Anyone who dares to covet the Henry Family’s riches will learn we possess not only wealth, but formidable magic. Any who dare gaze upon our treasures will be torn to shreds without mercy.”
“You want to rob us? Come then—let me witness your so-called strength.”
With those words, Morgan drew his staff, its shaft crafted from Bloodthirsty Demonwood, as cold and dark as a venomous serpent. Eight runic leaves of Demonwood formed a sphere, fixed at the staff’s tip.
Bloodthirsty Demonwood grows in the deepest abyss, the finest material for casting dark magic. In the Northend World, it is exceedingly rare.