Amber Sword Chapter 484: Act 158: The Travel Mage's War (Part 1) (Third

Chapter 484: Act 158: The Travel Mage’s War (Part 1) (Third Update, Featured and Seeking Support)_2

“What’s wrong? Rosco, you bastard—what’s going on?” Kabais finally realized sothing was amiss and couldn’t help but roar loudly. But he wasn’t a Wizard or an Elental Mage, unable to sense the six Great Elents stirring in the air beneath the night; it felt like they were swirling around, filled with a mix of anxious agitation and joyous celebration. They surrounded Brand’s body, cheering for the birth of a new Elental Mage on Vaun land.

Elental Mage, executor of Elental Rules.

The Four Great Elf Kings’ most unbreakable ally—

However, at that mont, Brand saw rows of glowing green text transforming within his vision:

“Elent Contract completed.”

“Elental Resonance frequency adjustnt completed.”

“Spellcasting profession’s potential attribute ‘Bloodline’ erged.”

“Dual profession achieved successfully.”

As all the text faded away, Brand seed to be pulled back into reality, with only the varied expressions of the Wild Elf sisters facing him in his view. Furlo opened her mouth and, after a tough struggle, finally spoke with a complex expression: “Congratulations, Lord…”

“Welco to the world of Elental Mages.”

“It’s truly unbelievable, Lord!” The younger sister Tiya looked at Brand with eyes sparkling like she had discovered a new continent, filled with curiosity and blind admiration.

“Wait!” Hu Que interrupted them: “Are you saying…” He turned back and looked at Brand with an extrely bizarre gaze.

Furlo just nodded.

Silence—

“That’s impossible!” Kabais finally couldn’t suppress his shout, breaking the silence. He even stepped forward forcefully, smashing a stone slab with a loud ‘boom’: “Rosco, do you know what kind of joke you’re playing? No one can beco an Elental Mage just by feeling Elental Synergy, unless the Elental Emperor Tu n is reborn!”

“But Lord, I’m not joking! It’s just…” Rosco couldn’t help but helplessly pat his forehead. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he could hardly believe what was happening.

They suddenly stopped talking, staring silently at the young man. The tall Skeleton Lord paused for a while before squeezing out a counterattack word: “Maybe it’s indeed unbelievable, but young human, what’s the point of doing this? Do you expect to be scared and give you way? What can a newly erged Elental Mage do?”

He said this, but his tone revealed a hint of uncertainty. After all, who knew if this spooky young man would pull off so other tricks?

But Brand just glanced at him.

He lowered his eyelids and silently checked his data: after becoming a dual Elental Mage, his full-series Elent Pool increased by two slots, and the Fire Elent Pool increased by three slots. The Light and Dark Elent Pool also opened, each with two slots of capacity. This was not surprising to Brand; it was considerably lower than players’ bonus, but it didn’t matter since it was just the first step.

Because for this night—

The real show was just beginning—

Brand opened the experience lock for the second ti, stopped for a mont, and imdiately allocated the newly acquired Elental Mage profession:

“Elental Mage level 1, experience required 6.”

“Agree to allocate.”

“Elental Mage level 2, experience required 10.”

“Agree to allocate.”

…

“Elental Mage level 10, experience allocated 610.”

Furlo’s face suddenly changed, “This… how is this possible?” She looked at Brand dumbfoundedly, almost blurting out. If earlier it was just disbelief, now this Wild Elf girl seed to be dreaming. The rapidly increasing elent density around Brand felt like a myth, weaving a strange dream where she had never seen or imagined an Elental Mage rising so quickly. No, it was beyond a simple rapid rise.

It was like riding a rocket!

Unless soone was the Chosen One of a god, no one could ascend like this. But gods had long disappeared from the earth! Martha above, the girl couldn’t help but moan inwardly, what on earth was happening?

But Brand seed completely indifferent to the feelings of those around him, as his level continued to rise:

“Elental Mage level 17, experience required 4620.”

“Elental Mage level 18, experience required 6333.”

…

“Elental Mage level 22, experience required 12870.”

Upon reaching level 22, Brand’s mind finally paused. He glanced at the remaining three hundred and more experience points in his pool and lightly sighed. It was a pity that the main attributes of Elental Mage as a casting profession were Will, Bloodline, and Perception. Otherwise, the 22nd level combined with his original character level, coupled with his original main attributes Strength, Agility, and Constitution, might have been able to directly hit the Elental Wall, entering the Enlightennt Elent stage.

Of course, having chosen this path, he had no regrets. In any case, he was not without gains. He looked at his Elent Pool—

Fire Elent Pool with thirty-seven slots, other Elent Pools with thirty-two slots each, and Light and Dark Elent Pools with twenty-four slots each.

Brand looked up at Kabais.

“Black Iron Peak…” The tall Undead Lord practically ground his teeth to say this: “Is that the end?”

“That’s the end.”

Upon hearing this answer.

Kabais finally exhaled a long breath, almost worried the young man would break through the Elental Wall right in front of him. Even though it seed impossible, when the more impossible things had already happened, there was nothing truly impossible left in the world. Moreover, at this mont, Kabais believed that the young man before him was indeed soone who could turn the impossible into the possible.

But fortunately, the world was still real. The Undead General couldn’t help but feel imnsely relieved.

But Brand looked at him and spoke: “Do you rember what I said before?”

“What?”

“I said, if you still want to return to the Hill of the Dead to manage your territory, I’ll give you one last chance.”

Kabais froze.

He instinctively turned back, only to find Rosco was turning to flee: “Rosco, you bastard, what are you doing!?” Kabais couldn’t help but roar, but when he turned again, he saw the human who had been confronting him put his hand into his pocket before pulling out a book.

A black-covered book.

“But unfortunately, you have no chance anymore,” Brand said: “Kabais.”

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(PS. Third update delivered.)