As for not to recklessly venture into the Dark Elf city... well, he could only treat it as if it went in one ear and out the other.
Left ear in, right ear out.
After all, his original "ultimate purpose" was not just to enter it, but even planned to hunt down the lord of the city.
Just thinking about it, it’s clear that the Dark Elves would not let him off.
After contemplating for a while, the Ashen Bishop ntioned a crucial point:
"By the way, the magical aura of the Dark Territory is extrely chaotic, mixed with a lot of corrupt magic power, which will cause significant interference in the casting of magic."
"Except for the local native races, even a Legendary Mage might not be able to accurately control their magic casting, and may even suffer magical backlash."
"If you’re planning to find a companion to travel with, I’d suggest you best not bring any casters. It’s quite a dangerous place for them."
Herbert knew this point, indeed, the Dark Territory is also called the "Forbidden Zone for Casters."
Unless there are compelling reasons, casters try their best to avoid setting foot in it.
And thus, this gives native races like the Dark Elves who do have casters, a considerable advantage over outsiders.
It’s well-known, that when honorably mages engage in desperate close combat, it usually ends in a child’s play battle.
In so of the most unfortunate situations, close combat professionals can’t even get near the casters, and can only be rcilessly out-gunned from a distance.
But this isn’t really a big problem.
Herbert himself is not a caster, and the accomplice lady Svanni, anticipated to travel with him, is a native-born mage.
The chaotic magic power that is unsettling to outsiders, for her, it’s like returning ho—indeed, back ho.
It’s just a pity for the rmaid lady, who couldn’t be invited to this party and could only regretfully leave.
Herbert wouldn’t let her take the risk.
After waiting for Herbert to have so thinking ti, the Ashen Bishop ntioned the final points of caution.
"And, the most important point... the Holy Power you carry is sowhat too conspicuous."
She shifted her perspective, looking at Herbert with a special gaze, couldn’t help clicking her tongue, mildly shaking her head.
No doubt, it’s indeed... too bright.
Although Herbert has not yet stepped into the Legendary Realm, the purity of his Holy Power is no less than that of an ordinary Legendary Paladin.
Even surpassing it!
She could tell at a glance that Herbert’s Holy Power has probably already reached the level of Holy Mark Transformation.
"For those lurking in the shadows, your Holy Power is as dazzling as a torchlight, very easily attracting the attention of so dangerous folks."
"For this, you need a thod to conceal your aura, whether it’s a special magic guide item, or a special blessing, if not, it could also be so sort of seal or curse."
The Ashen Bishop didn’t provide specific thods, believing that since Herbert had the intention of going there, he must also have appropriate preparations.
"Lastly, food there is very scarce, it’s best for you to bring along a good supply of dry rations. Water sources aren’t that scarce, in any case, Paladins can purify water, just find any pond to drink from."
After liberally adding many more details, the Ashen Bishop finally paused.
She gazed at the young man who was slightly furrowing his brows at the mont, lightly chuckled, and asked: "So, after hearing so much, do you still want to go there to train?"
Upon hearing this question, Herbert slowly raised his head, looking at the Ashen Bishop whose face was unclear but could feel she was smiling.
The young man also revealed a frank, clear smile.
He said:
"I’m just not going to tell you, hey↑hey↓!"
Ashen Bishop: ?
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