booktalesy Chapter 112 The Wrath of the Lost Knight Oreg
Chapter 112 The Wrath of the Lost Knight Oreg
Chapter 112 The Wrath of the Lost Knight Oreg
After resting.
Xia Tong slowly stood up and went to examine the spoils at the enormous remains of the corrupted tree spirit.
From a distance, two points of light could be seen floating on the remains.
Xia Tong picked them up one by one to examine them.
One is a gray crystallized soul, the other is a golden seed.
Within the white soul crystal, one could vaguely discern a tall figure wielding two swords and clad in the armor of a knight of the lost home—the knight of the lost home, Oreg.
The other golden spot was a golden seed.
Xia Tong placed the golden seed into the Holy Grail bottle.
A golden light flashed.
The number of dew drops in the Blue Dew Holy Grail Bottle has increased significantly, and the number of uses has increased by one more time.
"Melina, I have a question."
Xia Tong sensed the enormous ball of runic energy within her body and wondered, "Why is the runic energy this corrupted tree spirit gave me so immense?"
"As far as I'm concerned, this corrupted tree spirit is much stronger than the golden tree avatar, but only a little over twice as strong."
"But Rune has almost four times as many, 15,000 points."
Melina's figure appeared beside her, and she explained softly, "The Corrupted Tree Spirit is no ordinary creature."
"It is a manifestation of the uncontrolled, suppressed, and rotten power of the golden tree's root system."
"It constantly absorbs the purest and most concentrated energy from the roots of the golden tree, but it cannot fully refine it, which causes its body to become deformed."
"Therefore, the amount of runes in its body far exceeds that of ordinary organisms."
Melina then pointed to the ashes in Xia Tong's hand: "This soul crystal in your hand belonged to a true hero. Stormwing—Oreg."
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Melina's voice was full of respect.
"He was my former partner."
The knight-errant Ingwell, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly spoke, his voice low and nostalgic.
Xia Tong understood.
He picked up the Blue Dewdrop Chalice and took a sip to replenish his mana.
Then, holding Oreg's ashes, he slowly shook the summoning bell.
"Ring ring—"
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A tall figure, also clad in the heavy armor of a knight from a lost homeland, materialized and took shape.
The difference was that he didn't carry a halberd, but instead held a broad-bladed knight's greatsword in each hand.
He exuded a chilling killing intent that could only be honed through countless killings.
Oreg stood there, motionless like an iron tower.
Only the pair of ghostly eyes, flickering beneath the helmet, gazed ahead.
Ingwell slowly began to walk.
The heavy metal combat boots clicked and clattered on the stone slabs.
He walked right up to Oreg and stopped in front of him.
Both sides remained silent.
After a long while, Ingwell finally spoke slowly.
Do you regret it?
His words were brief, consisting of only three words.
Oregon clearly recognized his old friend as well.
He paused for a moment, as if recalling something.
Only then did he say in a deep voice, "Having personally killed a hundred men, I have earned the honor of returning to the tree."
"I don't regret it!"
Oregon's voice was firm and resonant, carrying a sense of pride.
Then he countered, "And what about you, Ingwell? You refused the King's blessing, refused to return to the tree, and have been wandering as a masterless ghost ever since."
Do you regret it?
Xia Tong listened quietly from the side.
He understood what Oregon meant.
After Gofulei defeated the Storm King, these two powerful knights lost their lord and became knights of the lost home.
Later, when the Ring of Fortune shattered, King Montgomery, recognizing the strength of Oreg and his companion, recruited them to help eliminate the traitors.
Oreg accepted the offer of amnesty and became a trusted lieutenant of the "Blessed King," receiving the highest honor of "Returning to the Tree" after his death.
Ingwell refused at that time.
Faced with his old friend's question, Ingwell laughed, a laugh filled with relief.
"For the dignity of the storm, I held out until the very last moment."
"I don't regret it."
"Hahahahaha!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, their laughter both bold and desolate.
"I never imagined that we would be standing side by side again, deep underground in this dark place."
"Yes, in this inhuman, ghostly form."
Both of them simultaneously extended their right arms, which were covered by arm armor.
"clang!"
A crisp metallic clang.
Two powerful hands clasped tightly together.
Seeing this, Xia Tong finally felt relieved.
As the "Storm Wings" who were once under the command of the Storm King, they chose different paths and had different ideologies.
But they did not turn against each other because of this; instead, even after death, they were able to put aside their prejudices and hold hands.
That's the real reason they're the Stormwings.
Mutual respect leads to the same goal, even if the paths differ.
"Two seniors."
Xia Tong stepped forward, interrupting their reminiscing at the opportune moment.
"Stoneville is not what it used to be."
Xia Tong pointed north, her tone icy: "The Storm King is long gone."
"The one who now occupies that city is a descendant of the Golden King named Grek."
"But he was a coward; in his pursuit of power, he conducted gruesome limb-splitting experiments in the city."
"They cut off the hands and feet of their fellow countrymen and sewed them onto their own bodies, making a mess of Stoneville—"
"absurd!"
Oreg's twin swords trembled violently, emitting an angry hum.
"That Greg, who only knows how to hide behind women's skirts and run away?"
"Damn it! As the current ruler of Storm City, he has utterly tarnished the honor of Storm City!"
The two men exchanged a glance, their eyes blazing with fury.
Then Oreg looked at Xia Tong, and then at Ingwell and Ruthel standing next to Xia Tong.
He seemed to be assessing something.
Then Ingwell spoke: "To wield the sword against the strong, to be humble to the weak, possesses the will and qualities to become a king."
"He is worth following."
Ingwell gave this assessment.
Oregon nodded slowly.
Then she looked at the tall, headless knight Ruthel beside Xia Tong.
"You have earned the approval of this temple knight and my former partner, Ingwell."
"He must have some ability."
Oreg turned around and faced Xia Tong: "I will temporarily rely on you."
"But whether you offer absolute loyalty depends on you—can you help us reclaim the glory of the storm!"
Xia Tong met Oregona's scrutinizing gaze head-on.
Time will tell.
"I will lead you back to Stoneville."
Oreg and Ingwell then exchanged a glance and turned around simultaneously.
This time, there was no hesitation, no arrogance.
"Splash!"
Accompanied by the heavy scraping sound of armor.
Ingwell and Oregon both knelt on one knee and lowered their proud heads.
"The faded ones."
Ingwell's voice was filled with murderous intent: "Take us back and cut off that usurper's head!"
Xia Tong naturally understood that the so-called usurper was none other than "Golden" Grek, who had seized control of Storm City.
Xia Tong stepped forward and solemnly helped the two of them up.
Then, with Melina's help, he communicated with the blessing and transformed into golden light to teleport away.
One day later.
A lakeside south of Lake Yakir.
A faint, unsettling smell of burnt meat filled the air.
Xia Tong saw a group of ragged, wealthy zombies.
They were skin and bones, their skin hanging on their bodies like dried tree bark, their eyes empty and crazed.
For the "immortals" who have lost their blessing but cannot truly die, eternal life is nothing but endless torment.
They gathered on the shallow beach by the lake, forming a circle.
Some people even tied themselves to wooden frames or stood voluntarily in the burning campfire.
The flames were left to scorch the already numb, rotting flesh, making a sizzling sound.
Xia Tong hid in the shadows and quietly watched all of this.
The reason for this was that a huge figure was hovering ahead—the dragon Agil was circling.
Thanks to the extraordinary physique of the faded ones, Xia Tong could also hear the cries of those immortals.
"Ah—great dragon—grant us fire—"
"Burn it all—burn this cursed body to ashes—"
They crave dragonfire.
Legend has it that only the supreme flames of a dragon can completely kill them and end this eternal torment.
However, reality is cruel.
Even for Akiel, dragonfire is a precious source of energy.
Just like in the animal documentaries Xia Tong watched in her previous life, venomous snakes never easily release their venom.
Even king cobras have a very high probability of "dry bites".
The same applies to Akiel; it does not readily use its dragonfire.
Because that is extremely physically demanding.
Then, the dragon Yakir flapped its enormous wings and descended from the sky.
"boom!"
The enormous claws mercilessly crushed the bodies of those immortals.
In an instant, limbs flew off and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
There was no purification from the flames.
Only physical destruction, like being crushed into puddles of flesh like insects.
Xia Tong watched this scene and gripped the staff in her hand tightly.
"Is this the madness of the border region?"
Even death has become a luxury.
In fact, similar scenarios are not limited to this place.
Xia Tong also saw that near the ruins of Yizhan Street, some immortals were digging haphazardly under the rubble of the rock wall.
These so-called rock wall ruins are actually the remains of the ruins that fell from Sky City back then.
It's unclear who started this rumor.
It is said that one can dig up "destined death," which will end their suffering of immortality.
Xia Tong sighed softly.
After the dragon Yakir finished venting its anger, it flapped its wings and flew away to the center of the lake.
Only then did he cross the area.
Soon, Xia Tong found his destination—the fortress camp south of Lake Yakir.
Xia Tong rode on Toret, the horse's hooves slowly making their way toward the gate of the square camp.
Soon, three Kaidan mercenaries on horseback charged toward Xia Tong, brandishing scimitars.
Xia Tong lightly waved her staff.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The three radiant stones sped away.
The three Kaidan mercenaries landed in response.
Even though they tried to turn their horses around to avoid them, those radiant stone giants seemed to have eyes, directly knocking them and their horses off their feet, sending them flying backwards, coughing up blood.
As the three Kaidan mercenaries fell to the ground, howling in pain.
Taking advantage of their weakened will, Xia Tong fired three more Radiant Stone Shards, hitting them squarely on the forehead.
A bloody hole remained on his forehead, and he died instantly.
All of this happened too fast, in just a few breaths.
On either side of the camp are two huge stone platforms, each about ten meters high.
On each of those giant rocks stood a noble magician.
They raised their staffs, swirling several radiant stone fragments, and rushed towards Xia Tong.
Xia Tong rode the Torret, skillfully using cover to evade.
"Ring ring—"
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He then summoned the lost knight Oreg.
This was the first time that Oreg had been officially summoned by Xia Tong.
He seemed to sense Xia Tong's intention, wanting him to demonstrate the strength of the dual-sword style.
With a "buzzing" sound.
The figure of the lost knight Oreg slowly melted into the air.
That was the Storm Teleportation combat technique unique to the Knights of the Lost Land.
When he reappears.
They had already appeared behind a powerful and wealthy magician like ghosts.
He thrust his broad, lost-home knight's greatsword forward.
"Pfft!"
Before the noble mage could even turn around, he was pierced through the chest by a greatsword and died instantly.
Then, Oreg lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot.
A storm arose from his toes, and he leaped forward with a sudden burst of speed.
He leaped straight onto another high rock.
Two giant swords were raised high and then slashed down fiercely!
"Whoosh!"
A sharp, tearing sound, like tearing silk.
The noble magician, along with his staff, was completely shattered into four pieces.
Blood flowed down the boulder.
And just like that, it took less than ten minutes.
The entire square camp was slaughtered by Xia Tong and Oreg, a combination of close and distant attacks.
Xia Tong then ransacked the entire camp.
In a tent in the corner of the camp.
Xia Tong found a scroll that glowed with blue light—the Royal Scroll—and also a greatsword.
Xia Tong was secretly pleased with the former.
I never expected to find such a good thing while routinely cleaning up the outposts around Lake Yaquil.
The ruins of Yizhan Street, including the basement.
Xia Tong respectfully handed the royal scroll to Teacher Serian.
When Professor Seren saw the scroll, the eyes beneath the diatomite mask seemed to flicker, and he let out a soft sigh.
"Oh? A scroll?"
"I really miss this — I never thought you'd actually find this."
Teacher Selian opened the scroll, glanced at it briefly, and confirmed its authenticity.
"So it's a magic scroll from the Kalia royal family."
She closed the scroll, her tone softening and becoming more professional: "Speaking of which, the Kalia royal family's research into magic is no less than our academic school's."
"They even have unique insights in certain practical areas."
"For example, the Caria Swift Sword and the Shining Sword Circle recorded on this scroll."
"These are all advanced techniques for transforming magic into physical sword blades."
Serlian looked at Xia Tong: "Originally, I wanted you to solidify your foundation in the magic of the Radiant Stones before I taught you the magic of the Kalia royal family in a while."
"But since you've already gotten this scroll by luck..."
"This means it's fate."
"Then, I'll teach you the magic above in advance."
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