Abe The Wizard Chapter 337
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Chapter 337 White Flame
Abel learned something by being with Black Wind and White Cloud for so long . If you commit yourself to bonding with your mounts, they would most likely do the same to you . And not just that . On a practical level, Abel’s the one who’s been sharing the soul potions with Black Wind and White Cloud this entire time . He was literally their go-to for boosting their intelligence and strength .
By calling with his soul chain, Abel told White Cloud to make a landing beside the two-foot dragon . While the two-foot dragon was nervous to see a sky sparrow this big, Abel kept on telling it to calm down . Eventually, it started seeing White Cloud as its friend, as a fellow member of the same team .
It’s good to see that a two-foot dragon would befriend a creature that’s not the same species as itself . Because of how quickly it assimilated into the team, Abel decided to give it a soul potion as its reward .
The two foot-dragon kept staring as Abel took out the purple soul potion . It really wanted it . Since the soul potion was the filtered essence of countless hell creatures’ souls, even without explicitly knowing what it was, it knew that its body wanted it .
Thirty seconds . After Abel poured the potion into the two-foot dragon’s mouth, it only took thirty seconds for it to travel through its body . Nothing changed much, though . Its scales just got a little darker . Maybe that just showed how strong a pseudo-dragon was . You’d need a lot of resources to strengthen a creature that was already this powerful .
Still, one bottle was all it took for the two-foot dragon to undergo decades of aging . To show how good that felt, it started breathing out like, then roared in a cheerful manner . The sound pierced through Lilay Valley first . Then, it echoed through the Double Moon Forest towards where team Lawland was .
White Cloud was a little disgruntled by that . On the other hand, all the hair on Black Wind’s body was starting to stand up . It looked really surprised by that roar .
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When the two-foot dragon saw this, it decided to stop roaring . It wasn’t trying to scare for its fellow team members . It probably just stopped because it felt pretty relieved already . In fact, since it was a dragon, it didn’t really feel the need to communicate with Black Wind and White Cloud, even though it had already acknowledged their existence .
Right team, team Lawland was waiting anxiously in the Double Moon Forest . Abel had gone by himself, and that made the team members feel very useless . Instead of playing around, as usual, they started to practice their elemental spells . Carrie was glad to see this, but as of now, she was more worried about Abel’s wellbeing .
And suddenly, a dragon’s roar came from their front . It’s the direction that Abel went . Carrie was really getting worried . She turned to look over towards her dire wolf, who was already crouching on the ground .
Despite the painful look on their faces, the four eleven ladies were prepared this time . They were not immobilized by this dragon’s roar . They had gone far enough already, so the imposing pressure coming over to them was not as strong as last time .
When the dragon stopped roaring, Carrie jumped on her dire wolf . She was ready to ride it towards the direction that Abel went . Jenny got in the way, though .
“Move, Jenny!” Carrie called out anxiously, “I should’ve not let Bennett go in the first place! It’s my responsibility to do the scouting! I have to go get him back!”
Jenny was a lot calmer in comparison, “You can’t go, Captain . You know how fast Bennett’s mount wolf is . The only thing we can do is wait . If you want to go get him, you must wait for a day first . After a day, we’ll go look for him together . ”
Lady Muriel got in front of the dire wolf as well, “We’re just as worried as you, Captain! If Bennett doesn’t come back in a day, we’ll all go find him together!”
Carrie suddenly held her head with regret, “I should’ve known this already . The spiritual beasts went away because of the pseudo-dragon!”
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From that first dragon’s roar, Carrie started doubting if that pseudo-dragon was just passing by this area . She wasn’t certain about that, though . Now that the second roar was coming in from the same direction, she knew that it was staying in the same place . It was the reason that the elemental spiritual beasts were chased out .
Lady Muriel said as she clenched her fist, “Have some faith, Captain! Bennett is a powerful fighter . Don’t we all know that?”
Carrie frowned and said helplessly, “One day, then . If he’s not coming back, I’m definitely going to find him!”
By this point, Carrie’s already regretted having commenced this quest . Since the team members were all women, they became greedy when they heard that Abel was a master alchemist . It was the same for her . She wanted him to craft the “beauty potion” so she could look prettier .
But with so many accidents happening so far, she should’ve canceled the quest when they encountered that spiritual beast a few days ago . She should’ve told the team to go back to report to the elves, not continuing the pursuit for eternal beauty . The more she thought about it, the more she began to drown herself in regret .
Meanwhile, Abel and the two-foot dragon were having a great time together .
“Let’s give you a name!” Abel said as he scratched the two-footed dragon by its chin . The two-foot dragon didn’t understand, though . With the current intelligence that it possessed, even Black Wind was smarter in comparison .
“What ability do you have?” Abel asked once he connected to the two-foot dragon’s power of the Will .
After hearing that, the two-foot dragon started to open its mouth . Abel could see a powerful fire element that was forming inside . When the fire element became big enough, the two-foot dragon spat it towards a rock that was the size of a human . The flame that came out was white, and after staying on the rock for a while, the rock started falling apart in pieces .
“A white flame! Wow!” Abel said in awe .
Fire could be categorized into different levels . The ones that were ignited by fire elements were many times hotter than ordinary ones, and they could be classified into basic, intermediate, and advanced levels . The basic flames were from red to dark red, the intermediate ones were from orange to light yellow, and the advanced ones were the shades that came after .
Among the different classes of fire, the white ones were at the top level . They could burn almost everything . When most flames came into contact with the substance they were burning, they would usually change into whatever color the substances were . However, white flames would always retain the same color .
It was a white flame that the two-foot dragon spat out . That must’ve been stronger than a top-level advanced spell cast by a top-level advanced wizard . Abel really got lucky here . Actually, come to think of it, what was so scary about Wizard Cliff now? With the help of the pseudo-dragon, he could just go home and kill that man .
Hmm . That could work, but just to be safe, Abel decided that he must be at least a novice wizard first . To be safer than that, he decided that he should also be a summoner druid and a knight’s commander . He wanted to be strong, strong enough to protect himself, and anything that he saw as important .
Abel tapped the two-foot dragon by its scales, “Your name is Flying Flame from now on . The white flame you conjure will make your enemies tremble on the ground . ”
When Abel sent this message with his power of the Will, he could feel the two-foot dragon calling out in joy . “Flying Flame, Flying Flame . ” Now that Flying Flame’s got its own name, it started to look cheery .
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