Chapter 345: Beverley Pass

Chapter 345: Beverley Pass



After several hours of flying, Ren's Blood Feather Gryphon was also feeling weary.

Of course, Ren, the sandwich cookie was even more exhausted and tormented, feeling more fatigued than when he had continuously slain magma creatures in the Hammerfall Tunnel. As they flew directly towards the Beverley Mountains, Ren didn't bother searching for a village or town to rest, so the three of them landed in an open area by a lake surrounded by dense forest.

As for the safety of the lakeside at night, with wild beasts roaming about?

This was basically a joke to the three wizards.

At this moment, the night was deep, and the bright moonlight shone down, casting a scene of mottled tree shadows. A gentle breeze blew, rustling the leaves, and ripples formed on the lake's surface.

After a bonfire was lit in the open area, the three of them rested.

The next day, the morning light began to reveal itself.

Seeing this prompt, Ren, who should have been happy, was not feeling cheerful at all; his mood remained heavy.

Correct content at 69%...

Blood Feather, on the other hand, dove down directly, pouncing on a Black Flame Cultist who was filled with shock.

At this moment, Anna also looked at Melita curiously, obviously quite interested in the Wind Falcon creature.

[Ding!]



"Good morning, Lord Ren," Melita said, startled for a moment before quickly returning the greeting.

"Huh?"

"Hehe, I was thinking the same thing." The middle-aged man named Erickson seemed to sense something about the mention of the Barbarian Chief, feeling that it was not a simple matter.

The other three were dressed as knights, with robust builds. However, they seemed to be followers, and from their auras, they appeared to have the strength of seasoned Great Knights.

"Is this the Purple Tumor Wood?"

[Detection: Promotion to Seamstress requires: 1. Apprentice Seamstress level 3 maxed out; 2. Agility of 5 points or higher, Constitution of 5 points or higher; 3. Create any ten qualified Seamstress products. Current conditions fully met. Promote to Seamstress?]



Ren turned his head and looked down, and in front of them, amidst the towering mountains, there was a noticeably lower valley, as if a gash had been cut into the high mountains.

For the sudden appearance of this group, the other travelers and caravans in the passage seemed to sense their unapproachable nature and quickly made way for them.

Although they were at a distance, Ren could still clearly hear the words 'High Priest' and 'Barbarian Tribe', which made him narrow his eyes.

Ren crushed the blood-colored crystal, and this action didn't arouse any suspicion from Melita, who thought that Ren had just acted out of anger.

At the bottom of the panel, a new icon frame glowed slightly.

Could he not fly smoothly like a normal bird, flapping his wings up and down? This was unbearable. However, although their thoughts were different, none of them said anything.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and fragments of a giant raptor with blue and purple feathers descended!

In an instant, Ren used the hard Mithril in his hands to transform into a needle and a pair of scissors, and he began to mend his white wizard robe that had been damaged in the previous battle.

Soon, the three of them prepared to set off again.

Beverley Pass.

But the next second! "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Lord Ren, who was so powerful, actually knew how to mend clothes?

"Of course, Lord Ren, the Wind Falcon is a naturally aggressive, gregarious species of raptor. They hunt any living thing within their territory."

A warm-hearted wizard?

The battles in the Hammerfall Tunnel might have been too simple for Ren at this point, and the system only rewarded him with two points of Golden Skill Points.

Due to the deep and formidable auras of the two men behind them, Melita immediately sensed that their strength far surpassed her own.

"Those Black Flame Cult bastards!" Ren's face turned somber as he spoke in a low voice.

She slightly turned her head, and with her sleepy, beautiful eyes, she saw Ren's hands moving swiftly, seemingly holding a needle and thread to mend his robe.

"The Wind Falcon is born with the ability to control wind elemental energy particles. Forget about your Gryphon; even the Imperial Griffin's speed might not be able to match it."

The scene before him instantly reminded him of the cult attack that had occurred in Flashgold Town.

These Black Flame Cultists had four-pointed darts embedded in their foreheads.

[Apprentice Seamstress Experience +31]



Indeed, if numerous wind blades were to strike, even a Second Level Liquidation Wizard might find it hard to defend against. The defense of Second Level Defensive Magic also had its limits.

"They actually use such a raptor as a mount. They are not simple."

So that was it.

Immediately, several 'thump' sounds echoed as these cultists fell face up.

Their teasing made Melita's chest heave with anger, but she dared not say anything.

"The Wind Falcons in the Beverley Mountains number over a hundred thousand, all led by a single Epic Tier Wind Falcon Queen. It's said that the Empire has considered exterminating them but gave up."

As for a First Level Wizard? Most likely, they would meet their end on the spot, though he couldn't be counted among them.

Several black-robed figures seemed to be herding people into a building in the center of the town, and those who didn't obey were killed on the spot. "Ren, they seem to be from the Black Flame Cult," Anna also immediately recognized these black-robed figures.

"I thought it would take a few days to reach the full level of Apprentice Seamstress, but I managed to level up after a couple of days of intermittent practice."

He had already discovered the core skill 'Dextrous Hands', and now he needed to figure out how to apply it in combat.

At this moment, Melita, sitting behind Ren, had a hard-to-describe feeling.

[You have enhanced your understanding of White Silk Wizard Robe repair!]



Ren glanced at the extinguished bonfire, then looked at the two of them and found they were still asleep. He checked the system prompts.

With Ren in the middle and the two women in front and behind, the three of them mounted the Blood Feather Gryphon and continued flying towards the Beverley Mountains.

As the Blood Feather flew over a small town, even at a height of several hundred meters, Ren faintly heard screams coming from below.

"You three, stop the chatter!"

After annihilating the Black Flame Cultists with one move, Ren jumped off the Gryphon with a solemn expression, looking around.

Soon, the other party also landed, and their strange bird calls naturally attracted the attention of Ren and the two women.

At this moment, Ren suddenly thought of something, and in his hands, two dark daggers instantly transformed, and as he brandished them rapidly, in an instant, it was as if Ren's hands had disappeared, and in their place, countless dagger shadows filled the sky.

Ren also noticed that the so-called passageway was just a path through the Purple Tumor Wood Forest.

Ren took a look and found that both the Supreme Deadly Poisoner (Transcendent) and the Supreme Armorer (Transcendent) were level 6. However, after adding these thousand-plus points of experience, the Supreme Deadly Poisoner (Transcendent) would be able to level up again.

"Huh? Hand speed?!"

The one who made the move was Ren.

Just as Ren and the two women landed, in the not-too-distant sky, four or five large black birds suddenly flew towards them.

This gave Ren a clearer understanding of the situation at the Northern Border of the Empire.

During the journey, Ren and the two women discovered another town that had been attacked by the Black Flame Cult.

"Get out of the way!" The three veteran Great Knights shouted, as if no one was there.

As he took light steps, intending to retrieve the Bone Staff and Blood Crystal, suddenly, above him, the glass spire of the church's roof burst open.

"Also, among the Wind Falcon flock, there are male hunting Wind Falcons, which are stronger than ordinary Wind Falcons."

Dextrous Hands lv1 (Active) Effect: After activating the skill, hand speed slightly increases.

"By the way, have we heard from Crowley?"

However, when Ren walked to the side of the Blood Feather Gryphon, he hesitated. He looked at Anna, then at Melita, but couldn't think of any good suggestions for a moment.

"Ren, Melita, you two woke up early!" Hearing their voices, Anna also woke up in a daze.

"As for the other mutated Wind Falcons and such, we won't know for sure, but judging by the tens of thousands in number, there are probably quite a few of these mutated Wind Falcons, at least a hundred or so."

Melita also felt extreme disgust for this cult that indiscriminately slaughtered ordinary people.

"High Priest Erickson and Crowley sent a message two hours ago. They have joined forces with the White Bear Monster to attack the Barbarian Tribe."

Ren couldn't help but feel delighted.

[Note: After advancing to Seamstress, the new Seamstress profession panel will replace the original Apprentice Seamstress panel.]



As a Druid, she had the ability to sense animal emotions.

"I heard female wizards are very open-minded."

"Enemy attack!" The remaining four or five Black Flame Cultists reacted and shouted.

He calmly looked at the five of them.

"Why is the Beverley Pass area able to avoid Wind Falcon attacks?" Anna curiously asked.

"Hmm!" Ren's expression turned serious, and he immediately controlled the Blood Feather, diving towards the church-like building.

[Seamstress advancement successful! Agility +2! Obtain the core skill: Dextrous Hands lv1]



Oh my!

Logically, if the Wind Falcon's speed wasn't fast enough, the Blood Feather Gryphon could easily fly through.

As Melita spoke, she seemed to imagine the scene, and her face showed a hint of apprehension.

When he threaded the needle again, his naturally high agility made his hand speed extremely fast. At this moment, after activating Dextrous Hands, his speed became even more dizzying.

"Interesting." Including the two in black robes, they stopped and turned to look at Ren.

At this time, Ren seemed to sense something, turned around, and behind him, Melita stared at him with a blank expression.

Soon, the other party of five quickly arrived at the center of the passage, approaching Ren and the two women.

As the group continued forward, a voice sounded from behind: "Wait, you offended my friend, and you want to leave without apologizing?"

Additionally, due to the subsequent effects of absorbing the Soul Energy Crystal, the vaporization degree also increased by 1%.

"By the way, Lady Melita, can you introduce the Wind Falcon flock in the Beverley Mountains?" Ren asked.

Below the icon, there was a line of small text: [Core Skill: Dextrous Hands lv1 (Active)]



"If it's just one Wind Falcon, it's not a problem for wizards or even Great Knights. But the problem is, when Wind Falcons forage, they do so in groups. Can you imagine the scene of dozens of Wind Blades raining down from above?"

[Ding! A total of 1311 Transcendent Experience Points converted. Please choose to enhance the Supreme Deadly Poisoner (Transcendent) / Supreme Armorer (Transcendent).]



She wanted to, but also felt some resistance. This made Melita feel reluctant about the Blood Feather Gryphon.

Instantly, Ren could clearly feel the increased dexterity in his hands.

The Bloodwing's iron claws, sharp as ever, easily tore through the chest of the unsuspecting Black Flame Cultist, who screamed in agony.

Anna and Merita exchanged glances.

At this moment, the Spirit attribute on their status panel displayed: 63 (Vaporization 21%).

"Hmm, these Carrion Vultures are quite aggressive," Anna nodded.

However, he didn't continue staring at them.

"The Purple Tumor Wood forest near the pass constantly releases a peculiar gas that makes Wind Falcons feel aversion and discomfort, causing them to actively avoid that area," explained a guard at the entrance.

'Dexterous Hands' significantly enhanced the use of daggers and other short blades, and the effect was immediate.

The icon showed a pair of slender hands, one holding a piece of cloth and the other pinching a needle, sewing in a swift motion.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Attention everyone, no fighting inside the tunnel. The noise from combat might attract the attention of the Wind Falcon flocks. Do not damage the Purple Tumor Wood," the guards at the tunnel entrance repeatedly reminded passersby.

The next moment, a system prompt appeared before Ren's eyes: [Congratulations! Your Near-Legendary Poisoner profession has leveled up!]



She had considered changing positions.

"By the way, High Priest Erickson, I heard that our church in the central region of the Empire, Minster Province, suffered a devastating attack with heavy losses?"

However, noticing that Ren and his companions were all Full Wizards, the burly man in the black robe spoke up, "Of course, the most terrifying of all is that Wind Falcon.

"Indeed, Ren, in the past year, these Black Flame Cultists have been frequently active in several provinces of the Northern Border, causing numerous atrocities," Merita, who was standing nearby, added gravely.

Hmm? Dexterous Hands?

"That kind of description can easily be misunderstood," Ren couldn't help but feel a bit distracted.

As the Bloodwing Gryphon descended, the purple forest below came into view, with distinctive purple trees bearing coconut-sized bumps on their trunks, emitting a faint, pungent odor.

As the blood-colored crystal absorbed the energy, Ren completed the process, and the system prompt sounded again:

After the scolding, the three Great Knights restrained themselves, but their gazes remained unabashedly fixed on Merita.

Around noon, the Bloodwing landed and took a short rest.

This scene was all too familiar to him.

Ren, Merita, and the Bloodwing Gryphon followed a caravan, heading towards the tunnel.

"Hmm, there is such a thing. Logically, this guy, Ekster, should be quite capable, and this kind of thing shouldn't have happened to him," Erickson frowned slightly.

Ren glanced at the Carrion Vulture and then shifted his attention to the few people who had jumped down.

Inside the entire church, hundreds of town residents were curled up, lying on the ground in disarray, their faces filled with terror and desiccation, their deaths gruesome. Clearly, the blood essence of these town residents had been absorbed through the blood sacrifice ritual into the rhombic crystal.

"Maybe he just likes you like that."

At the forefront, two people were conversing on the large birds.

In the center of the Evil Array, the top of the bone staff, which had been transparent, now had a rhombic crystal enveloped in a dense, blood-red aura.

"A Giant Carrion Vulture!" Merita whispered.

But that meant she would be hugging Ren, and Ren would be hugging Merita.

As he slightly moved his mind, he activated the core skill, Dexterous Hands.

Additionally, she didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble for Ren and Anna.

"Gah!"

"Not good! There's someone on that bird!"

A piercing sound of a weapon cutting through the air echoed, and the four to five Black Flame Cultists froze in their tracks, their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Ren thought for a moment and then stood up. He took a small cloth bag from the nearby Bloodwing Gryphon and retrieved some white silk cloth and fine thread from it.

Meanwhile, Ren, immersed in testing his new core skill, Dexterous Hands, didn't notice Merita's astonished gaze.

After a moment's thought, Ren chose the Near-Legendary Poisoner profession.

"Additionally, for those special magics that require hand seals, there should be a certain degree of amplification, at least reducing the casting time," Ren mused.

Ren had just looked at the map of the Northern Border, and noticed that the Beverley Mountains stretched from east to west for thousands of kilometers. In fact, if they could travel straight through, they would save a lot of time.

"Hmm."

(Note: The effect of this skill is based on the host's dexterity, with a certain proportion of enhancement, and the duration is based on the host's physique and psychic energy.) "Agility +2, a slight advantage, but a blank profession panel that can provide attribute enhancement is already very good." Ren nodded slightly.

Everything seemed to be understood.

As the Beverley Pass was located in the northeast corner of their current position, connecting the two points formed a diagonal line.

Ren smiled.

Travelers and caravans came and went in an orderly manner, passing through the purple forest.

"Awake? Lady Merita, good morning," Ren smiled.

At their level of strength, they had become very sensitive to being stared at.

"Ren, in half a day, we will reach the Beverley Pass of Kaswes Province," Merita, who was more familiar with the route, explained.

"By the way, what about the speed of the Wind Falcon?" Ren asked again.

A group of black-robed Flameforge Cultists had just finished their chanting for a blood sacrifice ritual, and it seemed like they were in the final stages.

【Dexterous Hands lv1 (Active): Due to the tailor's constant use of their hands, their dexterity surpasses that of ordinary people.】

On the map given by Olena, there was a simple introduction to the Wind Falcons, describing them as fierce and numerous, but no detailed information was provided.

However, Ren, after some thought, chose to engage. Simultaneously, he silently said to himself, "Rest in peace, your blood will not be wasted in vain. These scoundrels will pay a heavier price in blood!"

Anna seemed to have something on her mind as well, slowing her steps and clutching a corner of her white wizard's robe, feeling a mix of tension and shyness for some reason.

Ren nodded, slightly calming himself down, and then walked to the center of the Evil Ritual Array, taking the Bone Staff and crushing the Blood Crystal in his hand.

Early in the morning, Ren, who had unexpectedly gained a core skill, was naturally in a good mood.

Several black flame birds with bald necks and blood-red eyes appeared, exuding a sense of ferocity.

Melita paused, then continued, "The quality of this Blood Crystal is quite good. We should all receive rewards from within the church." One of the cultists smiled and spoke.

The two leaders, one robust and the other thin, wore black robes and had a deep aura, deliberately concealing their true power.

As Ren finished his repairs, the system suddenly flashed a prompt:

Ren nodded.

"Why are these violent raptors suddenly attacking us?" The cultists, who had been smiling, froze, their minds suddenly filled with this thought.

The situation in the Empire seemed even more turbulent than Ren had imagined. "We've arrived, Lord Ren. That's the Beverly Pass ahead," Melita pointed to the lower left, saying excitedly.

With the remaining points he had before, Ren now had a total of 7 Attribute Points and 0 Skill Points left, along with 21 Golden Skill Points.

"I heard that the Barbarian Chief in the Frostwind Tundra has an extremely strong physical body. It's a good opportunity for you to test your skills against him."

Because of this, Ren might have pointed the gun at Melita, and it would be better to keep pointing it at her than to point it at someone else. Melita seemed to remember yesterday's situation as well, her face turning slightly red. It was impossible for her not to feel anything, especially when the object of her attention was a powerful, wealthy, and handsome young man.

Well, this was quite the tailor! At the same time, the original Apprentice Tailor panel disappeared, replaced by the Tailor panel.

Speaking was Ren.

At this moment, the two black-robed figures in front noticed Ren and his two companions, and they were also surprised to see three people dressed in white wizard robes.

The two black-robed figures behind continued their quiet conversation.

However, their auras gave Ren a strange sense of familiarity.

In the afternoon, the image of the Wind Falcons flashed in Anna's mind, and she shook her head slightly.

To withstand dozens of Wind Blades without a scratch would require the dexterity of a Level 3 Crystal Wizard.

But for new skills, Ren always tried them out before evaluating.

The next second, the dense blood essence within the diamond crystal seemed like a flood finding a breach in the dam, rushing into Ren's body.

At this moment, in the church hall...

"Move aside!"

"High Priest Erickson, after your breakthrough, your pure physical strength has surpassed the limits of a Great Knight several times over. I believe no one within the church can surpass you now."

However, consecutive sessions of Advanced Meditation had improved Ren's psychic energy by another point.

"Yes, Lord Ren."

A black-robed figure wearing a hood spoke respectfully to the middle-aged black-robed figure beside him.

Especially the three Great Knights responsible for clearing the path, as they passed by Ren and his companions, their unrestrained gazes scanned Melita's beautiful face and figure, and one even whistled.

This made Ren look down.

"To cross here, you'd need to be an Imperial Dragon Knight, otherwise, it's nearly impossible."

At this moment, the system prompted: 【Ding! Detected a large amount of unknown absorbable energy. Absorb? (Note: Absorbing will convert it into designated profession experience.)】

"The innate ability of Adult Wind Falcons to use Wind Blades is almost as powerful as the Wind Blade Spell of a Wind Wizard."

Why can't they just fly properly?

At the same time, Melita, awakened by the morning sun, seemed to notice Ren's movement.

Ren immediately focused his attention on the icon.

"A Wind Falcon Queen?" Ren was surprised and asked.

"Yes, finally got it!"

However, it seemed that due to Ren's recent power increase, he could clearly sense that the energy level of this blood essence was relatively low.

Obviously, there was no need to consider whether to change professions, and Ren immediately chose "Yes!" without hesitation.

Melita, on the other hand, was so surprised that she covered her mouth. She hadn't expected Ren to stand up for her like this, and at the same time, she felt both happy and worried.

"This lady has a really nice figure."

"Oh? Offended?"

"Young man, do you think you're so powerful just because you're a Full Wizard?"

"It's best not to stick your neck out if you're not strong enough. There are more than ten, if not twenty, Full Wizards who have died by my hand. Now, do you still want our apology?"

The thinner black-robed figure, with a sinister expression, stared at Ren and said.

(End of Chapter)

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