After realizing that the crimson, flame-like seed in the troll priest's hand was most likely a mythical seed, Char's heartbeat couldn't help
After realizing that the crimson, flame-like seed in the troll priest's hand was most likely a mythical seed, Char's heartbeat couldn't help but start to accelerate violently. He never expected that he would get such a clue this time. A mythical seed… one could only imagine how extraordinary the rewards would be. No matter what ability reached the mythical level, it would be a world apart from the legendary level. If it could be cultivated to maturity, it could be said that it would make him reach the top in one step.
After taking a deep breath, a look of determination filled his eyes. It seemed that this trip to the Forbidden Forest was a must. The opportunity to obtain a mythical seed was right in front of him. If he missed it, he might never have another chance in this life. But Char was definitely not a person to be blinded by greed. A series of thoughts quickly ran through his mind before he decided to act.
"This time, I'm entering the Forbidden Forest mainly to subdue the troll tribe and for the mythical fruit in the hands of the troll priest. Ordinary trolls are no longer a threat to me. The main threat will come from the priest. But even if it has a higher concentration of Titan blood, it was already extremely old in the troll's memory. At least a dozen years have passed since then, and its decline will be even more severe. In close combat, I'm definitely not at a disadvantage. As for magical abilities?"
A hint of fear flashed across his eyes. What the troll priest had displayed in the memory was an extremely high level of Transfiguration. But the good thing was that it claimed the bloodline of the Forbidden Forest trolls came from the god of fire in the Olympian era. The magic it displayed was all related to fire. As it happened, fire was one of the few things Char feared the least. The legendary level of heat and drought resistance was no exaggeration. In addition, his current legendary life and other abilities had made great progress. It would be extremely difficult to burn him to death.
After thinking this through, he felt somewhat relieved. But just to be safe, he pondered for a moment and then walked towards Snape's office. He remembered that in the original book, before the last level of the Philosopher's Stone, there was a door covered in Fiendfyre blocking the way. But after drinking a bottle of potion, Harry had passed through intact. This potion was definitely Snape's work. To be immune even to Fiendfyre… one could imagine how strong the fire resistance would be after drinking this potion. If he could get it, plus his own innate fire resistance, he felt that his ability to withstand fire could approach the mythical level in a short period of time. Maybe, even if Dumbledore's flames cleared the way, he would not be harmed.
When he arrived at Snape's office and explained the purpose of his visit, Snape frowned. "You want a bottle of Ice Crystal Potion? Do you know how difficult this potion is to make? What do you want it for? Why, are you going to swim in a volcano?" But a moment later, Snape snorted. He turned and carefully pulled a small black bottle from his medicine cabinet, handing it to Char. "Here's all I have on hand. If I hadn't allocated a little more before, you wouldn't have it even if you wanted it." Then, Snape looked him up and down and took out another bag, handing it to him. "I don't know what you're going to do. But you, little idiot, must know what's going on. Go ahead. I don't have time to worry about little wizards like you."
After leaving the office, Char looked at the bag. It contained various magical potions used for healing. It was no exaggeration to say that unless one was killed on the spot by the Killing Curse, if you drank these potions, it would be difficult to die. A hint of gratitude showed in his eyes. Then, he took a step forward and walked towards the Forbidden Forest. With the Ice Crystal Potion and these potions, he was truly foolproof.
After entering the forest, he did not rush to go deeper but waited quietly. Ten minutes later, there was a loud bang, and Eugene arrived with a troll through Apparition. "Mr. Sprout, young man. I brought the troll," Eugene said, bowing.
After Char nodded, his eyes fell on the troll again. Returning to the forest after so long, the giant was bewildered by the sight. Even in its little eyes, there was a look of fear. Char could feel its worry, as if it was afraid of being kicked out of Sprout Island. "Gronnak…" the troll mumbled, tears about to fall from its little eyes.
Char felt helpless. He waved his wand and cast the Troll Communication Charm. The troll's aggrieved mental fluctuations filled his mind. King. Don't chase me away. I could eat less. I'll work more.
Char sighed and explained, "I'm not trying to drive you away. Instead, I hope you can take me to meet your fellow tribesmen. There's still plenty of empty space on Sprout Island, enough for quite a few trolls to live in. We can then open up new islands, large enough for the entire Forbidden Forest troll tribe to move over, so they no longer have to wander around."
The troll felt the mental fluctuations, and its impoverished spiritual world was filled with ecstasy and worship. "Gronnak! Gronnak!" it roared with joy. "The legend is true! The King of Trolls will lead us to a new life! We trolls will surely rise again! King!" Then, the troll stretched out its hand cautiously, allowing Char to step onto its arm and stand on its broad shoulder. The troll strode forward, heading towards the direction where all the trolls had gathered.
At the same time, deep in the Forbidden Forest, in an open area, a huge, leaping flame, as if substantial, was suspended above the ground. The heat wave was rolling and scorching, burning away even the stench of the trolls that surrounded it. Amid the crackling sound of the flames, ancient incantations, mixed with the sound of reciting mythological poems, echoed. The flames illuminated huge figures leaping around in a wild dance of awe and worship. The scene seemed to bring this place back to the ancient Olympus era, to a sacrificial ceremony for the God of Fire.
But if someone observed carefully, they would find that the trolls leaping around were not so much offering sacrifices as they were clumsily imitating various rituals under the command of an old troll. Even they themselves might not know what they were doing.
On a high platform made of mud, the troll priest that Char had witnessed in the troll's memory looked even older. He looked at the scene below with sad eyes, feeling the sorrow spreading from deep within his blood. The Olympian gods who were once extremely powerful, who ruled the world and were worshipped as gods… after their era came to an end, their descendants had fallen to this point. He was the only lucky one who could still maintain high intelligence and some magic. But he didn't know whether this was luck or a curse. An immense sadness flashed through his eyes, making him feel tired.
But soon, he still supported himself with the long staff in his hand and slowly stood up. "Today is the last day of the Vulcan Celebration. According to tradition, it's time to see if there's anyone among the new tribe members who can lead the tribe to rise again." The troll priest's eyes were full of hope. He could feel that his end was approaching, but a prophecy always supported him. As the legend went, the King of Trolls, the Unburnt One, the successor of the Titans, would appear. The troll tribe would start the road to revival because of him. "The Centaurs' predictions are never wrong. This king will definitely come. I will definitely wait for him."
The next moment, the troll priest opened his palm. A leaping flame appeared in front of all the trolls. It was the red fruit that looked like fire that Char had seen in the troll's memory. When it appeared, even the stupidest trolls felt an instinctive awe. The Titan blood in their bodies, so thin that it was almost countless, told them that the seed before them was related to a great and noble existence. All the trolls lowered their heads. The troll priest struck the long staff in his hand. "Donate your blood." The trolls ripped their fingers apart without hesitation. Large pools of blood gushed out. There was also a look of desire in the priest's eyes, trying to see which young troll's bloodline could resonate with the seed. If so, even if he was not the prophesied king, at least the Forbidden Forest troll tribe could produce another priest to pass on their history. Maybe he could replace him and wait for the arrival of the king.
But what made him despair was that the entire Forbidden Forest's troll settlement had been gathered, but not a single drop of their blood could resonate with the seeds. In that moment, the troll priest cried in despair. Could it be that he would be the last priest who still remembered the history of the trolls? After his death, would the trolls completely become despised beasts no different from other magical creatures?
But at this moment, the flaming seed in his hand suddenly burst out with a much brighter light than before, the flames swaying and tilting in one direction. Seeing this, the priest seemed to have seen a ray of hope in the midst of despair. With trembling eyes, he looked in the direction of the leaping flames. Then, in the dense woods, a tall, burly figure strode towards them. The troll priest looked at the troll, his eyes shining. Good! Strong and burly! He stands with high spirits, walks with a vigorous manner, and has a wise look in his eyes. This boy has the potential of a Titan. The one who caused this seed to move must be him, the future king of monsters!
Just the next moment, when the troll priest's blurry eyes saw the appearance of the troll clearly, his expression suddenly stiffened. Because he saw, on the troll's shoulder, the figure of a wizard. It was obvious that the troll had been controlled. He was even using his palms to push away branches to prevent them from hitting the wizard. This discovery suddenly changed the priest's expression from stiff to angry.
"What tribe are you from?" he roared. "You have betrayed the glory of your ancestors and the honor of your bloodline, and you have actually bowed your knees to a human wizard. I command you to throw him down, crush him to death, and cleanse your sins before the sacred flames!"
The flames floating on the ground grew larger and larger, the scorching heat wave making the other trolls retreat. At this moment, the leaping flame turned into an ancient, majestic image of a giant that seemed to support the heavens and the earth, roaring at the unworthy descendant in front.
The troll next to Char suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression in its blood, as if it was telling it to kneel, to obey the orders of the priest. Its large palm slowly rose, moving towards Char.
Char narrowed his eyes. He slowly tightened his grip on his wand. The muscles all over his body wriggled, his bones making slight crackling sounds. He was ready to wrestle.
The giant priest's eyes showed a bit of satisfaction. If this troll could really crush the human wizard, such a small amount of shame would just be the prelude to ascending the throne. A king should experience legends.
But the next second, both the troll priest and Char froze. Because the troll that Char was standing on, its thick palm that had slowly stretched out, was now tightly held by its other palm. Then, as if he was fighting against the instinct to kneel and obey that came from his blood, the troll roared to the sky. He broke his own wrist violently. Even with a troll's vitality, this hand would be powerless for a short period of time.
At the same time, stimulated by the severe pain, the troll slowly stood up with his bent knees. He even spoke the most fluent words so far, for the first time ever. "He is… Gronnak! I will not hurt the king I follow!"