Seeing the scene unfold, Char's eyes flickered. He had already prepared himself for the troll to attack him. After all, overcoming instinct
Seeing the scene unfold, Char's eyes flickered. He had already prepared himself for the troll to attack him. After all, overcoming instinct is a very difficult thing, even for wizards. How many people had lost their original intentions in the pursuit of power? How many had bowed their heads before death and fear? Even human wizards with advanced intelligence were like this, let alone a troll with its limited intellect. But he really hadn't expected this. The troll would rather break its own wrist than succumb to the instinctive command to hurt him. This made Char take a deep breath. This creature, so despised and looked down upon by others, unexpectedly possessed a noble character that exceeded that of many people.
At this time, the troll priest standing on the platform had anger suddenly burst forth in its ancient eyes. In its view, this troll had been completely tamed, becoming a loyal servant of humans. It had even gone so far as to follow a little human wizard as its king, even at the cost of breaking its own wrist. How could the prophesied troll do such a thing? For the priest who had spent its whole life wanting to lead the troll tribe to rise, this kind of thing had touched its last nerve.
"How can a descendant of the God of Fire bow down before humans?" its clear, ancient voice boomed. "How can you honor a human as your king? You have betrayed your race!" The next moment, it tapped the ground lightly with the long staff in its hand and issued orders to the dozens, even hundreds, of trolls around it. "Kill that little human wizard. If you encounter obstruction, kill him too!"
Hearing the priest's command, the other trolls all cast their eyes towards Char. They slowly stood up, their huge shadows enveloping him. They were holding thick wooden clubs, and some even had more sophisticated stone clubs. The troll under Char looked at his own kind, who were now emitting murderous intent, with vigilance. It kept roaring, trying to scare them away. But the trolls were just faithfully carrying out the priest's orders, step by step, surrounding Char and it.
The next moment, the clubs were raised. They smashed down hard towards where Char was. A series of deafening noises rang out immediately, and clouds of smoke and dust rose into the sky.
The troll priest on the platform was no longer paying attention. Its eyes looked a little dazed, as if it no longer knew what the future of the entire Forbidden Forest troll clan would be. It had sought out the centaurs many times, and they had given prophecies. When the King of Trolls, the Unburnt One, and the Heir of the Titans arrived, the Forbidden Forest trolls were to begin an unprecedented rise, perhaps even restoring the glory of their ancestors. But it had been waiting for so many years. Even with the blood of Titans flowing in its body, giving it a lifespan far exceeding that of ordinary trolls, it was still nearing the end of its life. Why hadn't the prophesied existence appeared yet? Could it be that the predictions of the centaurs would sometimes go wrong? Was the troll tribe destined to become just wild beasts begging for food, with even their last bit of inheritance vanishing into thin air?
Click. Click. A teeth-grinding sound came from the long staff in the troll priest's hand. Just at that moment, it suddenly frowned. A similar crackling sound had reached its ears. "This direction is…" The troll priest turned its head suddenly. Then it saw a scene that made its eyes open wide.
In the smoke and dust, a tiny figure stood proudly in the face of many giant monsters. This little human wizard was not dead. There were even several huge wooden clubs that were about to hit him on the head, but they were held firmly by two arms that looked quite slender. No matter how hard the trolls tried, Char's figure was like a mountain, motionless. This scene made the priest stunned. It didn't understand. Where did such strength come from within this tiny body? But its eyes turned cold, and it struck its long staff again, urging the trolls on.
More and more trolls came over. The troll under Char roared repeatedly, trying to stop them, but it was hit hard by a wooden club and fell to its knees. Char, standing on its shoulders, landed steadily on the ground. His eyes turned cold. He turned around and spoke to the troll, who was still struggling to get up and join the battle. "You step back. Protect yourself."
The troll seemed not to understand. A strange flash appeared in Char's eyes. "Since you call me king, you must obey the king's orders. If I allow my followers to be harmed in front of me, how can I be worthy of the title of King of the Trolls? Back off!"
Under Char's angry rebuke, the troll then retreated worriedly. But Char did not retreat. He advanced, walking step by step towards the giants. To this day, his legendary life and legendary power were no longer what they used to be. Enough to briefly wrestle with the Kraken. Even the Kraken had thought he might have the blood of a Titan. In hand-to-hand combat, even a troll with its thick skin and flesh was far inferior to him.
He took out his bat. After shaking it a few times, it turned into a whistling wind. He walked towards a troll that was heading towards him. Facing the swinging wooden club, he did not dodge or evade but instead struck it head-on. When the two forces collided, the troll's palm suddenly exploded, blood splattering. Even its arm made a noticeable cracking sound and was pulled down softly from its shoulder. Its huge body fell to its knees on the ground.
And Char didn't even look at it. He kept moving forward, walking faster and faster. One giant after another, with just one collision, was knocked to the ground by his tyrannical force. Even with dozens or hundreds of them here, nothing seemed to be able to stop him. A moment later, surrounded by trolls, he had actually opened a passage with his sheer might, facing the troll priest on the platform.
The troll priest took a deep breath, a bit of disappointment in its eyes. "The blood of the Titans actually lost to a human in terms of strength. You truly bring shame upon our ancestors." The next moment, a crackling sound came from the priest. Its already hunched body actually began to straighten. Veins bulged on its muscles, as if they were cast in steel. The next second, it was already rushing towards Char with its long staff in hand. The rough and wild atmosphere that came with it made Char feel as if there really was a Titan from the mythological era of Olympus charging towards him.
Yes. The troll priest was an individual born among the trolls with a high concentration of Titan blood. To put it in an analogy, it was simply the Dumbledore among trolls. In terms of strength, which the trolls were most proud of, even though it was old, it was far superior to all the trolls present.
This made Char take a deep breath. There was no fear in his heart. On the contrary, he was somewhat looking forward to it. Today, there were very few things that could hone his legendary power and legendary life. Even wrestling with the Kraken, the training effect was almost non-existent. He wondered if this troll priest would bring him any surprises.
He took steady steps and swung his bat to meet the long staff wielded by the priest. The moment of contact, the force was several times greater than that of a normal troll, coming like a tidal wave. Char's palm was in pain, and the huge force caused his knuckles to crack slightly, drops of blood splattering. But this injury was nothing for him, who had fought with the Kraken until the reefs were stained with blood. It couldn't even be called an injury. In the next second, the wound was completely healed by his strong vitality.
But at this moment, there was a look of surprise in his eyes. The brute force of the troll priest was not stronger than that of the Kraken and was even much weaker. But in the collision with the priest, his own legendary life, legendary strength, and other legendary abilities… the light became extremely bright. The progress that had stagnated began to grow slowly again. This also made him confused. Could it be that the effect of training does not just depend on how hard the attack is? Is it related to other factors? What was the difference between the Kraken and this troll priest?
His thoughts flashed. Finally, they settled on one thing. The troll priest truly possessed the blood of the Titans and had inherited some of their power. Even the source of this branch's bloodline was the famous God of Fire. In other words, the power of the troll priest was more or less related to the mythical level. Was it because of this?
Thinking of this, he looked at the troll priest in front of him. A hint of heat flashed deep in his eyes. A combat target like this, related to the mythical level, was rare in the entire magical world. This was truly a rare boost to his legendary life and legendary power. So after suffering a little loss and having his hand burst open, he actually looked excited. He strode towards the troll priest again.
The troll priest frowned, not understanding what he wanted to do. But since its power surpassed his, it certainly wouldn't be polite. It swung its staff again and smashed it towards him. Char did not dodge but confronted him head-on. This time, the priest obviously didn't hold back, smashing down with all its strength. Char groaned, his arm going numb, and the center of his palm covered in blood. The loss he suffered was even greater than before. But his eyes became more and more excited. Because of this strike, his two legendary abilities, life and strength, were like they had taken some excellent tonic. The light was blazing, and the growth rate was greater than any previous time.
This made him roar with joy, his eyes burning as he stared at the troll priest. "Come again! Come again!" He seemed completely tireless, taking one step forward again and again, attacking the priest.
At the beginning, the troll priest could still suppress him. But gradually, it felt powerless. It was old and tired. If it could go back to its youth, it would definitely be able to teach this human a bigger lesson. But very quickly, its lament for its advanced age turned into horror. It discovered something terrible. After so many collisions, not to mention a human, even a troll or a giant would have been exhausted long ago. Char hadn't shown any signs of fatigue yet. In fact, with every collision, his strength was like a rising tide, rising slowly but steadily.
Until now, after dozens of clashes, it was already difficult for the priest to suppress him in terms of strength. Instead, the fatigue that surged from its body caused it to retreat, breathless. Looking at the tiny human body in front of him, the priest looked confused and horrified. It didn't understand how a human body could reach such a level of pure power.
At this moment, excited shouts came from the woods nearby. "Gronnak! Gronnak!" The troll that had come with Char was looking at his mighty figure with admiration.
The priest saw this, and the anger in its heart was simply indescribable. In its view, this was nothing less than an act of a "troll traitor." In its anger, it had no intention of getting involved with Char anymore. After knocking him back with a powerful blow, it no longer swung its long staff like a weapon. Instead, it was like waving a magic wand, drawing a wonderful trajectory. At the same time, an ancient and vast spell was chanted from its mouth, echoing in the Forbidden Forest.
Char's expression became serious. This was the troll priest casting a spell. A powerful fire magic. Even before it was released, he could already feel the scorching heat coming towards him. Even with his extremely high resistance to fire, he was not careless. He immediately took out the Ice Crystal Potion he had gotten from Snape and drank it in one gulp. He shuddered involuntarily. It really felt like drinking extremely cold ice. Even the heat in the air was getting cooler.
At this time, he set his sights on the troll priest, especially the way it swung its long staff and the spells it chanted. This gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere. A moment later, thanks to his greatly improved memory, he realized it. It was the ancient weather magic insight gained after harvesting the Elber tree. The scene he saw at that time was somewhat similar to the scene in front of him now. No wonder he had felt that the blurry figure's wand-waving movements were completely different from anything he'd ever seen before. At that time, he had just thought that the casting gestures of ancient magic and modern magic were different. But now he thought about it. That was because the figure's size far exceeded that of a human. What it held was not a slender wand but a heavy long staff, or a giant scepter. Maybe the figure he had seen was a Titan from the Olympian era. And the troll priest in front of him… the magic it was casting was most likely an ancient magic from the Titans.
Thinking of this, while dodging, he listened carefully to the spells chanted by the priest. It really was a spell composed of runes. It really was ancient magic. His eyes burned, trying to figure out something from the priest's actions. The priest also noticed something unusual about him. It sneered. "Trying to steal the Titan's magic? Thief. Turn to ashes here!"
With a knock of its long staff, the flames were like raging waves, as if they were going to sweep up the sky, and they surged towards Char. He saw this scene, a hint of horror in his eyes. This was indeed the first time he had come face to face with the power of ancient magic. This scene was really grand and exaggerated. There was no way to hide. He even remembered Dumbledore's signature fire magic in the original novel. He wondered how powerful that was compared to the ancient magic in front of him.
He took a deep breath. Looking at the sweeping flames, his eyes were even hotter than the fire itself. He had benefited a lot from the previous battle. Now, facing this ancient magic head-on, he didn't know how much progress he could make with his legendary abilities. The next moment, he was engulfed in the scorching flames.
The Ice Crystal Potion faithfully played its role, forming a magical protection on his body that could isolate him from the fire damage. However, through this layer of protection, he could still feel the scorching heat waves invading. Obviously, the power of this ancient magic exceeded the upper limit of the fire that the potion could resist. Even the potion that could resist Fiendfyre could not completely block the damage of this ancient magic.
But while feeling the heat, a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face. His legendary life force was blooming brilliantly. At the same time, his legendary heat resistance, which had not been used for a long time, also burst into blazing brilliance. Its progress from legend to myth began to advance. And his legendary drought tolerance was also shining. This flame could hone three legendary abilities at the same time. And this rate of increase was far greater than anything he had ever seen before. It was truly rapid progress. With every second of growth, he felt the blood in his body boiling. A transformation was happening silently in his body.
A moment later, the effectiveness of the Ice Crystal Potion was completely consumed. The scorching flames began to burn his body directly. Even though his resistance to fire was far beyond that of ordinary people, his body was still burned, and shocking burns appeared. A heart-wrenching pain rushed into his mind. But he stood in the sea of fire, not moving. Even in the severe pain, he activated his Occlumency, actively entering the flow state to block out the pain coming from all over his body. His attention was all concentrated on the system panel. The brilliance of his legendary abilities was dazzling. The transformation was still ongoing.
Then, a scene that he did not expect appeared. His legendary life, which had gone the furthest among his many legendary abilities, after a burst of growth just now, suddenly saw its progress come to a halt. Complete stagnation. There was no more growth. As he frowned, not knowing what was going on, a thin line slowly extended from his legendary life ability, connecting the two abilities of legendary heat resistance and legendary drought resistance. Seeing this, he looked surprised, and a guess emerged in his mind.
"I had a guess before," he thought. "If a certain ability wants to be promoted from legendary to mythic, it may require multiple related legendary abilities to be stacked. The enhancement of hematopoietic capacity promotes both legendary life and legendary power, which confirms my suspicion. Now, the progress of legendary life has suddenly stagnated, but the system panel has started to link legendary heat resistance and legendary drought resistance. I can still feel that my body is undergoing a transformation. Could this be a sublimation of life on the long journey from legend to myth?"
He wasn't sure, but he could feel the heat rising in his body. The transformation was still ongoing. The fire in front of him was constantly burning his body and bringing him pain, but it was also an opportunity. Just as he was enduring the pain, looking at the abnormality on the system panel, waiting for the transformation to be completed, the flames around him were already showing signs of weakening. Feeling this, his eyes suddenly showed dissatisfaction. His own legendary life transformation was in progress… why was the fire not burning anymore?
At this time, the troll priest had put away his staff and looked tired. Char had long been drawn into its ancient fire magic. It was afraid he had turned into ashes. There was no need to maintain the fire magic anymore; it was an extremely tiring burden. But just as the priest was about to turn around, a terrifying sound came from the sea of fire behind it that had not yet been extinguished.
"That's it? Is this what you call the magic of the God of Fire? That's too weak. I stood there and let it burn for so long, and it seems to be just like this." Char's mocking voice reached the ears of the priest. It was simply hard to believe. How has this human not died after being burned by fire magic for so long? Was it the potion he drank earlier? But how can potions brewed by modern wizards resist ancient fire magic?
There was no time to think. Char's disrespect and ridicule of the God of Fire caused the priest's anger, which had just subsided a little, to burn again. It slammed its staff again. Another ancient fire magic surged out. Char suddenly groaned, but his eyes became extremely satisfied. On the panel, the thin lines extending from his legendary life were increasingly closely linked to his legendary heat resistance and legendary drought resistance. Even the radiance of the three abilities felt like a fusion. A burning heat surged within his body. This transformation was still brewing.
Fire. More fire, this thought came to his mind. He continued to attack from outside the flames. "Are you burning me or giving me a sauna? The descendant of the God of Fire, is this all you can do? It's still warm. Can you give it a little more effort?"
The troll priest gritted its teeth. Ancient fire magic erupted one after another. Although the magic in the Harry Potter world does not consume so-called magic power, this kind of advanced magic consumed a lot of physical and mental strength. In its current dilapidated state, every time it released the ancient fire mgic, it felt a deep fatigue sweeping over it. But what it couldn't understand was whyWhy is Char still talking?
Why is he still alive?
The thoughts raced through the troll shaman's mind until a sudden idea made him freeze on the spot. He remembered the centaur's prophecy.
The prophecy foretold that he would witness the coming of three figures: the King of the Monsters, the Unburnt One, and the Heir of the Titans. This single, prophesied existence was destined to lead the giant monster tribe to a glorious rise. The shaman had always assumed this figure must be a giant monster, or at the very least, a powerful giant.
But now, seeing Char standing completely unharmed within the heart of the raging inferno, the troll shaman's understanding wavered. A new possibility struck him with the force of a physical blow.
The King of the Trolls. There were indeed trolls who supported this young wizard, wanting to make him their king.
The Unburnt One. The young wizard was right there, clearly not burned to death by the intense, roaring flames.
Could it be that the prophecy was referring to him all along?
While the troll shaman was still reeling from this earth-shattering disbelief, something changed within the blazing fire.
A slow, ecstatic smile spread across Char's face. The immense heat flowing from the transformation within his body had finally reached its absolute limit and was now gushing out of him. The heat surged powerfully, and every inch of his flesh and blood seemed to be transcending, sublimating towards a much higher level of life.
At that exact moment, on his system panel, the brilliant lights of three legendary abilities—Legendary Life, Legendary Heat Resistance, and Legendary Drought Resistance—completely merged into one another.
The words in the ability column on the panel suddenly became blurred.
Then, the two abilities, Legendary Heat Tolerance and Legendary Drought Tolerance, completely disappeared.
As Char stared, stunned by the change, the words "Legendary Life" began to morph.
[Life Enhancement (Legendary, once upgraded)]
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[Sublimation Characteristics: Unburned]
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