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Chapter 501 - 501 501 The Key Battle on the Wasteland

501: Chapter 501: The Key Battle on the Wasteland 501: Chapter 501: The Key Battle on the Wasteland “It’s quite expensive indeed, a pity that I still couldn’t obtain the final stage.”

Zhao Guang shook his head as he looked at the Holy Dragon Fighting Energy cultivation method in his hand.

That’s right, Zhao Guang had purchased it – clearly priced in Silver Tower.

For such top-tier Combat Energy, Silver Tower too had a collection, which was difficult for ordinary people to obtain, including the Crystal Core of a Golden Giant Dragon, but the Silver Tower was not without access to it.

However, Silver Tower is a Mage Organization, and basically, no one there practiced Combat Energy.

Even other high-level Combat Energy – Zhao Guang had seen quite a few in this place.

Unfortunately, he could only afford to buy up to the practice method of a Great Knight.

Silver Tower also possessed the Legendary Level practice methods, but these couldn’t be bought simply with Magic Crystal Stone.

When it came to Legendary Level heritage, regardless of the organization, they would all be extremely cautious.

Mages were different from warriors; as long as Mages established a path, they could improve all along the way if they were lucky enough.

But for warriors, without any heritage, trying to deduce a cultivation method on their own was extraordinarily difficult.

Especially since the Holy Dragon Fighting Energy that he practiced was derived from the Golden Holy Dragon’s power circulation methods.

If he wanted to continue deducing it, he would have to find a Golden Holy Dragon that had also practiced Combat Energy.

Forget it, there’s no need to consider what comes after for now.

Zhao Guang had already determined the criteria; to acquire more advanced practice methods, he must apply with Silver Tower and complete specific missions in order to obtain it.

If the inheritance were not Combat Energy but other Spell-related heritages instead, the difficulty of acquisition would be even higher.

“I wonder if the Empire has any collection of it.

If they do, perhaps the difficulty of obtaining it would be lower.”

Thinking of the internal workings of the Empire, Zhao Guang felt some reliability, as he had quite a few things in his possession that the Imperial Family had always wanted, especially the cement when used with Earth Mages had incredibly good effects.

As long as he was willing to part with it, the Empire would definitely offer him very satisfactory terms.

With this in mind, Zhao Guang simply sent a letter to the Empire inquiring about the Holy Dragon Fighting Energy.

While Zhao Guang was tinkering with the Combat Energy cultivation methods, the south had entered a state of great tension.

Marquis Coruas was looking at various reports with a headache, not even residing in his own castle anymore but instead, had come to a temporary command post near the frontline.

“Damn it, have these Undead Mages all gone mad?

Why are they attacking me so fiercely?”

Someone below spoke in a low voice, “Perhaps, it’s because we stand in their way.”

“Are you suggesting I should let them continue south by clearing the path?

Do you understand what that means?

These Undead Mages have no clear objective, and for all we know, they might want my territory as their new residence.”

“Moreover, once I do that, how would the other nobles view me?

How would they attack me?”

“But didn’t Viscount Zhao Guang also open up the path?”

“Hmph, when has he ever opened the path?

He’s been guiding those Undead Mages at the border; they have been moving through the Beastman territory, not entering his lands at all.”

Marquis Coruas was filled with rage at this point.

No one would believe such a thing if spoken aloud – it must be that Zhao Guang had reached some agreement with those abhorrent Undead Mages.

Otherwise, why wouldn’t the Undead Mage leave that vast wasteland?

Why go around to the Beastman’s side?

And those damned Beastmen, actually allowing a group of Undead to cross their territory, it’s simply inconceivable.

It must definitely be that bastard Zhao Guang who managed to get the Beastmen to make such a move.

I have no idea what benefits the Undead Mage offered them to make them act this way.

But I can’t just let it happen; the Great Horned Bull Wilderness is a very special place.

It’s true that it’s the Beastmen’s hunting grounds.

However, to limit the Beastmen and for the sake of his own prestige, Marquis Coruas has demarcated this area within his own territory.

Indeed, the Chirali Empire recognizes this place as Marquis Coruas’s domain.

Moreover, this wasteland is vast, occupying almost half of the entire territory.

Similarly, everyone knows what’s going on, but once the Undead Mage actually passes through this place, Marquis Coruas will be unable to explain himself.

He says it’s not him who let the Undead through, but this is clearly his land.

Just like with Zhao Guang, it’s clearly his own territory, and as long as they haven’t entered, there’s no problem.

Some of the explicit rules can be quite interesting at times.

“Coruas, what on earth are you doing?

Why allow those damned Undead to provoke us?

We should send troops and wipe them out.

As long as I can exterminate these Undead, I can prove that I am the most formidable son of my father,”

“Once I become the new King, I will definitely make you a Duke.

Let’s take action.”

Looking at Sikell who had rushed in, Coruas suddenly put on a mask of agony.

Now, there were problems not just externally, but such a big dilemma internally as well.

If only he had known, he wouldn’t have banked on this idiot; does this fool have no brain at all?

How to attack the Undead Mage, and with what?

Rely purely on his elites?

Are these elites enough for the Undead to exhaust?

Without these elites, what will he use to protect himself, to guard his own territory?

And here he’s talking about making me a Duke; with all this turmoil, it’s uncertain whether I can even remain a noble.

“Your Highness, once we go to war with those Undead Mages, it will inevitably weaken their strength.

If this continues, our power compared to others will fall even further behind,”

Coruas tried to persuade Sikell, but at that moment, a messenger suddenly ran in.

“Marquis, Your Highness, bad news, the Undead have started to attack.”

“What, those cursed Undead, I knew this battle was unavoidable,” Sikell said with a look of smug satisfaction, as if to point out his own brilliance, that he had anticipated what Coruas had not.

For Coruas, it was all a headache, although he had known that these creatures would attack, he still harbored a sliver of hope.

This battle was crucial; whether he could protect his territory depended on how well he could control the losses.

Those damned Undead Mages, incessantly unleashing plagues, chaos had already begun to erupt on his side.

“Let’s go; let’s see what these Undead Mages really want to do.” The battle was now unavoidable, but as a border Marquis, Coruas still had the courage to fight.

“What, I have to go too?” Sikell pointed to his own face, incredulous.