Chapter 173: Resurrected Beasts
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"We are leaving now," Ozzic said with a forced smile. He turned around and walked out. manders of the other mercenary groups followed him. The situation overpowered them. The super magic beast’s presence did not allow them to "stay" anymore. If there were any conflict, a behemoth could kill them all. The behemoth would not even have to kill them with weapons. When a behemoth ran through the crowd, it could slash a path. Many ants could eat an elephant, but the key would be the large number of ants. Without several hundred thousand people, they could not hope to win the fight.
"Orsie, thank you for speaking up for us. If you would like, your mercenary group can stay in Moramatch," Anfey said slowly. He had a good impression of Orsie. He had spoken up for Anfey in that difficult situation, which meant he had moral lines that no one could cross. He would not do anything against his will. He was upright and direct. Anfey liked to collaborate with these kinds of people because he felt relaxed around them, and none of them had malicious intent.
"Thank you, but I would like to be with my friends," Orsie said casually.
Anfey was shocked by his answer for a second. He did not say anything to Orsie. It looked like Orsie did not buy Anfey’s nice offer, but thinking at a deeper level, it was easy to tell Orsie would not easily bend with the wind. He would not go along with the crowd. He spoke up for Anfey out of morality and justice. The reason he chose to stay with Ozzic was also out of a sense of morality and justice, since he had been invited there by Ozzic.
Seeing Ozzic and his followers leaving, the short-tempered Sante landed from the air. He nervously looked at the behemoth making threatening gestures. He grabbed Hagan’s collar, "Is this behemoth your magic beast? Damn! Why did you not tell us until now?"
This was really happening between true friends. Even though Hagan had a scary behemoth, Sante still dared to grab Hagan’s collar. If Hagan had several gigantic dragons, Sante still might have grabbed his collar. If he had been a middle-aged man and had grown very sophisticated, he probably could have controlled his emotions, but Sante was still very young. He had a firm belief that friendship would not change because their social status had changed.
"Let it go, let it go," Hagan yelled as he struggled to get away from Sante. "Are you a f*#king mage or sword? I cannot breathe."
"Tell me right now why you have a behemoth," Sante raised his voice.
"Sante, let him go," Anfey said quietly. "You are not the only one wanting badly to know it. We are all waiting to ask him."
Christian, Zubin and Blavi landed from the air. Anfey, Suzanna and the others had crowded Hagan into the center. They looked quite different from each other though. They all knew how powerful a super magic beast could be. With such help in the legion, they all wanted to know the real story behind it.
Suddenly, the behemoth stopped screaming and threatening them. The gigantic body had turned into millions of grains of powder and blown away in the wind. The behemoth disappeared, which made everyone think something had gone wrong with their eyes or they just had a weird dream.
"What happened?" Christian asked in surprise. "Hagan, tell us please."
"Do you remember the magic beast bones in the werewolve’s chamber? They are behemoth’s." Hagan gave Sante a dirty look as he rubbed his neck. "It was actually really easy. I made some resurrecting potion. With behemoth bones, I can make a behemoth."
"It does make sense." Anfey looked at the ancient tree, which had been broken by the behemoth. The behemoth also had destroyed houses. "The behemoth was alive. He was not an illusion."
"Of course, it was a real behemoth." Hagan laughed. "Unfortunately, the behemoth made with resurrecting potion could only live for a very short period of time. If they could live forever, hahaha…"
"If they could live forever, every alchemist would be invincible. You wish." The corners of Suzanna’s mouth curled into a frown. She still held onto the grudge over being suppressed by the behemoth’s power before.
"This is what made our alchemists feel bad about our alchemy," Hagan sighed. "When I learned to make resurrecting potion for the first time, I thought it was the trashiest of all the potions. Not useful at all."
"Why would you say so?" Christian asked.
"For example, if we had found the bones of a unicorn and made a real unicorn with the resurrecting potion, his speed and attacking power would be less than one tenth of the real unicorn’s. He would barely be a match for a few magic wolves. His existence is short, so he could be disappeared before even the battle ended
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