Chapter 412 - Volume 3
Chapter 191 – The final moment (7)
Professions like Magic Swordsman and Rune Knight were indeed capable of identifying items. Rune Knights were able to use magic, but their true skillset was to analyze magic and fight wizards. They were greatly specialized in anti-magic and well-versed in dealing with Chants.
The words to form a Chant were typically fixed. The only ones who were exceptions to this rule were powerful wizards who could bend the rules. Witches who resided in rivers of concentrated Mana, believed there were thirty-six thousand words in this world that had mysterious power in them.
These words made up the rules of all Laws, Runes and Holy Words. and they were frequently used to activate magical artifacts. The most common words to activate old artifacts were the following.
Eaam was earth, Oss was wind, Vo was water, and Flamme was fire.
But they were not going to work for the cloak.
The magic artifacts created from the Golden and Silver Lineage were indeed old, but the earliest magic artifacts were taken from the Elemental Planes.
Faena sensed the cloak had a powerful Earth Element leaking out from it. She first tried the words that were from the races of the great earth, the Poem of Titans.
There were twelve hundred words in it. Trying them out one by one was nearly impossible, but she was experienced enough to choose the suitable words for activating a magic artifact. It was narrow enough to test them out.
[Didn’t he die hours ago from the fake Lernaia Hydra’s fangs? One of them went through his heart. And the only people who can survive that are people from the Golden Lineage. Even an angel cannot revive him.]
But Faena cast a veil of doubt on him. The more Brendel stared at the figure, the more he looked like Amman. He felt that was something wrong but did not think up wild theories just yet.
“That’s really Amman? You’re certain of it?” Brendel could not help but ask.
“Why are you acting so strange? How can I be sure of it? He’s so far away and his figure is all unclear, not to mention his face is under his hood. I only feel that he appears to be Amman, and it’s just a passing remark. Why are you acting so serious?”
Faena grumbled but added another remark:
“But if he’s really Amman, then it’s truly shocking news. Think about it, a Bishop from the Cathedral of Flames and a member of the Tree Shepherds working together!”
She even licked her lips, as though she found a piece of juicy gossip.
But Brendel’s facial muscles only tightened further.
[If this is really him, then it’s not as simple as a juicy gossip to be discussed over tea. There’s no legitimate way to come back from the dead. But evil spells relating to necromancy…… I would have never associated Amman with that. Yet, to work with Andesha…… Which means he’s a spy? Amman is a Tree Shepherd?]
All sorts of information were popping up in his mind. This piece of information was just too stunning. Even the game did not leak out any information about him, and he thought that no secrets from an NPC would be kept hidden from the gamers.
While he kept thinking of wild theories, a loud voice suddenly called out and echoed in the forest:
“Who’s over there? Stop hiding and come out!”
Brendel’s arms jolted. The sudden voice was a little hoarse, and it was so chilling that he felt like his bones were cold.
Indeed, it belonged to Andesha.
But how was it possible for her to detect them?
Brendel’s eyes subconsciously looked to Faena and found her staring back at him in terror. Both of their faces were pale.