The Witcher: From the Academy of Knights

Chapter 49 Magic Tide
In the new calendar year 862, the season of fire, May.

The Duchy of Tar, the western border.

Stormwind.

The crimson sun hangs in the sky, like a huge furnace, emitting light and heat, as if the air is about to burn.

Among the castles built on the hillside.

In the dark and damp dungeon, the corners were covered with moss, and there was a smell of decay in the air. On the walls on both sides, an oil torch was inserted every few meters, making crackling noises.

Tatata!
The sound of dull footsteps gradually sounded, the light of the fire on the wall flickered slightly, and a few figures were reflected on the ground, pulled and twisted a little.

Gradually, several figures came to the depths of the dungeon.

With silver-white hair and a tall and straight figure, Fiers, the Duke of the West Territory, walked in the front, with a serious expression on his serious face.

Suddenly, the Duke of the Western Territory stopped.

Whoa!
In the prison not far away, a black figure rushed towards Phils, but was restricted by the chains behind him, and could only protrude a dry and twisted arm.

The Duke of the West Territory had no expression on his face, and took a torch from the wall next to him.

Under the light of the fire, everyone could clearly see the shadow in the prison.

It was a scrawny humanoid creature, its flesh and blood had already rotted, bones could be seen on its abdomen and chest, and a bloodthirsty and crazy luster flashed in its gray eyes.

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped.

"Is this... the legendary ghoul?"

Behind the Duke of the Western Territory, a burly knight in dark brown armor looked at the rotting corpse-like creature in the prison, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Could it be that the ancient legend about [Magic Tide] is true?"

Beside him, another man dressed as a bachelor also frowned slightly.

"Can't be wrong!"

Fiers, the Duke of the Western Territory, had solemn eyes, and said quietly: "According to ancient records, when the tide of magic sweeps again, darkness will swallow everything!"

"Three years ago, ghouls appeared in the western region. Two years ago, some people saw werewolves appearing in the black wilderness. Now even ghouls have crossed the Great Wall!"

"Perhaps, the tide of magic is really coming!"

With that said, Fiers, the Duke of the Western Territory, took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "If the tide of magic is inevitable, then we must prepare in advance."

"Only by unifying the thirteen cities in the western region can we gather strength to face the demonic tide!"

The Duke of the Western Territory's eyes flashed, and a hint of ambition flashed in his eyes.

As the lord of the western region, Phils sits in nine cities.

However, among the thirteen cities in the Western Territory, there are still four cities that do not belong to him, although the relationship between the two parties is nominally a lord and a vassal.

But in fact, those four cities exist independently.

For many years, Phils has been trying to unify the thirteen cities in the western region and become the real master of the western region, but he has never been successful.

Now, the demon tide is approaching, and Phils finally made up his mind.

He wants to unify the thirteen cities in the western region and fulfill his lifelong wish.

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At the same time, Night Crow City.

In the study room on the second floor of the castle, Sauron sat there with a piece of information in his hand, and a fruit plate and ice cubes were placed on the table in front of him.

Beside, Ral the Raven stands on a crossbar.

"The Crusaders have been wiped out?"

Sauron looked at the information in his hand, with a thoughtful look on his face.

This information was sent from the capital to Night Crow City three days ago.

According to the above information, about five days ago, the Crusaders who ravaged the southern border had been put down, and it was the Second Princess Hester who personally led the crusade.

This battle only took half a month!

The Crusaders, which had gathered tens of thousands of people, fell apart without even persisting for 20 days under the crusade of the Second Princess Hester.

The vast majority of the Crusaders have already surrendered, only the leader of the Crusaders led some people to escape by chance, but they have been unable to cause any more disturbances.

Today, the second princess, Hester, has become the hero of the Duchy of Tar.

The people's calls for her are getting louder and louder, even the old king intends to make her the crown prince, and he will announce it when Hester returns to the capital.

It seemed that everything was moving in a direction favorable to Sauron.

However, for some reason, Sauron felt a sense of foreboding in his heart.

"I hope it's my delusion."

Sauron shook his head, and with a thought, the data panel appeared in front of him.

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Name: [Sauron]

Occupation: [Senior Knight], [First Class Apprentice]

Strength: [5], Constitution: [4.7], Dexterity: [5.1], Spirit: [2.3]

被动：【雪鹰呼吸法Lv4（15/100）】、【红蛇呼吸法Lv4（25/100）】、【暗灵之祭Lv2（15/100）】

Skills: [Three Forms of Bow and Arrow], [Seven Swords of Breaking the Army]

Runes: [Dark Soul Wave], [Crow Spirit], [Bull Power], [Spirit Control]

Status: [Normal]

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More than half a month has passed since the assassination of the female assassin Mary.

After the threat of the fangs and snake shadow was resolved, Sauron's life returned to peace. Every day, he either practiced breathing or meditated.

Relying on the potion refined by Frost, the Bull Breathing Technique was soon raised to the limit, condensing the [Power of the Bull] rune.

In addition, after such a long time of hard work, the idea of ​​​​the sacrifice of the dark spirit has finally been upgraded, and the [Spirit Controlling] rune has been condensed.

Since then, there are four runes in Sauron's sea of ​​consciousness!
"Snow Eagle Breathing Method! Red Snake Breathing Method!"

Looking at the data panel in front of him, Sauron had a thoughtful look on his face.

After practicing these two breathing methods for a period of time, they have also improved rapidly, but in the later stage of practice, they are more and more dependent on potions.

However, Sauron did not have any potions that matched these two breathing methods.

The golden blood potion given by the second princess Histor had long since been consumed, so Sauron had to find a way to get some potion if he wanted to improve these two breathing techniques to the extreme.

After pondering for a while, Sauron summoned Maester Frost.

In the Duchy of Tar, concocting potions has always been the job of bachelors, and this is also a skill that a person must master if he wants to become a bachelor.

"Maester Frost."

Sauron looked at Frost in front of him and raised his needs.

After listening to Frost, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Is there any problem?" Sauron frowned.

As a wise and elderly bachelor, it shouldn't be a problem for Frost to prepare some basic potions.

"Preparing potions is no problem for me."

Frost sighed, spread his palms and said, "However, where do the materials come from?"

"My lord, there is one thing I must remind you."

"Since you bought the two books of breathing method from the Black Sail Chamber of Commerce, there is not much money in the books of Night Crow City."

"If there is no accident, in two months, we will face a financial crisis!"

(End of this chapter)