Chapitre 38: Magical Beast Forest
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
The head of the tribunal, Qatar, was a very fervent believer in the God of Light. He believed that the only God in the world was the God of Light, whose light shone on this continent. Everyone in the world had to believe in the God of Light, even newborn humans.
Qatar and his followers were the busiest in the entire Church. They were either busy trying the infidels sent to the Church or on their way to try the infidels. The archbishops all had time for afternoon tea in the back garden, but the judge and his band of followers believed that fighting for the God of Light was what made life eternal.
Qatar's unsmiling face was on everyone's mind now, and they all clamped their mouths shut. No one wanted to mess with a lunatic like Qatar. After all, he was crazy enough to mess with himself.
Inside the temple, when the Pope mentioned the head of the Tribunal, all the archbishops and elders shut their mouths, and the look of shock on their faces eased slightly. To be honest, in the Temple of Light, aside from Pope Themis, who had a supreme status, the ones people avoided the most were the head of the Tribunal, Qatar, and his band of followers. That was true even for Archbishop Caluxfa. No one wanted to get into trouble with the fanatics.
Especially since this fanatic was extraordinarily powerful. They were dressed in black robes and had sharp auras. They were rare dual-cultivators in the world and could not be described as paladins by ordinary mages. They were very good at mental magic attacks and magical combat aura. Every mage on the continent knew that if they were entangled by the spiritual magic of the Temple of Light, they would either die or lose a layer of skin. After losing this layer of skin, it would be no different from taking a trip to Purgatory.
The power of the Tribunal had permeated the entire continent. It was clear that if one person was selected from the Temple of Light to determine the identity of the mage from that other world, it would be Qatar. In the history of the Temple of Light, no one had ever been able to destroy an army of ten million people alone. No matter how coincidental it was, this was a huge crisis for the Temple of Light. It was also possible that it was a huge opportunity!
The Pope needed to know more about that mage. He needed to know if Kaia was telling the truth that the other party knew how to use light magic! If he could, then he needed to know more about him. Had he used some despicable trick to steal the power of the God of Light… or had he been an emissary of the God of Light to begin with, and only by chance he descended on the wrong side?
…
At this moment, Mo Fan, who was on the mind of all the Archbishops of the Temple of Light, had already set off for the Magical Beast Forest. The five of them were almost at the edge of the forest. Along the way, Irigore introduced Mo Fan to the general situation of the Magical Beast Forest.
This made the other two knights feel very uncertain. They were forced to accompany the Archmage to the Magical Beast Forest. They knew how powerful Mage Mo Fan was, but when they heard Mo Fan ask the Knight Commander if the dwarfs knew how to forge iron, they felt very nervous.
The handsome mage is extraordinary, much more powerful than ordinary mages and even more powerful than the Royal Preceptor. However, is it possible that such strength is not enough to break into the Magical Beast Forest? Didn't anyone tell this mage from the Alternate World how dangerous the Magical Beast Forest is?
The few of them entered the Magical Beast Forest. They were like young children walking into the mouth of a hungry lion. There was nothing to do but courting death. The two knights looked at each other in tacit understanding and saw worry in each other's eyes. But they had reached the border of the Magical Beast Forest and there was no retreat.
Mo Fan could naturally tell that these people did not believe that he could enter the Magical Beast Forest and escape unscathed. He was not in a hurry to explain. In the face of absolute truth, they would know if he could do it or not!
He continued to ask Irigore, "Were beasts and dwarfs actually neighbors? Don't they fight because of the difference in size?"
Surprised, Irigore asked, "Why would you think that, Sir Mage? Although they live together on the eastern edge of the Magical Beast Forest, their territorial divisions are perfectly clear.
There won't be any disputes." Mo Fan let out a long 'oh' and nodded as if he understood.
Irigore had explained the situation of the Magical Beast Forest to Mo Fan. He now had a general understanding of it. There were not only magical beasts in the Magical Beast Forest. There were also the Cat Ears, the Elves, the Orcs, the Dwarfs, and so on. There was a huge system of species inside. The Cat Ears were a strange race. They were considered a kind of division from the Magical Beasts. Their race was very intelligent and they had separated themselves from the lower-level races like the Magical Beasts.
Mo Fan felt a sense of species evolution as he listened to Irigore's introduction. The various species had the tenacious vitality of magical beasts, but they could also think for themselves. They lived in the depths of the forest of magical beasts, and they were as mysterious as the dragons. The elves were close to the Skadi territory. They were night elves, and they concealed themselves by day and marched by night. They were close to nature, and they were best at making bows and arrows. Then there were the dwarfs, who didn't know how to forge iron and make artifacts. But they were hard workers, and they had made their place in the forest of magical beasts by virtue of their diligent habits.
Orcs, on the other hand, were a mix of magical beasts and humans. Some orcs had ancestral bloodlines. When the ancestral bloodlines awakened, they could break through magical levels or battle auras in a short period of time. It was a race that relied purely on luck. If they were lucky, some orcs could reach great heights quickly. If they were unlucky, no matter how hard they worked, they could not advance.
-- Cadeau
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