Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 55 - Koguk Blood Teeth

Chapter 55: Chapter 55 Koguk Blood Teeth

“My name is Koguk Blood Teeth, a warrior of the Blood Teeth Tribe. My former homeland was called Barbaric Bone Prairie, where countless tribes like the Blood Teeth Tribe lived.

Barbaric Bone Prairie was never peaceful. Tribes wandered in search of grasslands, and battles were common occurrences. Before that war, I thought my fate would be like the warriors of the past, to die bravely in a tribal clash or fighting against a Barbaric Beast. Then my soul would return to the Ancestors’ Plains, to join those great warriors of history, feasting on fine food and drinking exquisite wines.

Until that war, that frightful war led by the largest tribe of the Barbaric Bone Prairie, in which all the small tribes partook.

The tribe leading the war was called the Blood Axe Tribe. On the migrating Barbaric Bone Prairie, it was one of the few great tribes that did not have to move.

Its warriors were as numerous as hairs on a bull, and even Totem Warriors like the Clan Leader were beyond counting. Legend had it that the Clan Leader of the Blood Axe Tribe could even rival the founders.

The war led by them was supposed to be one of glory.

Until those terrifying creatures who claimed to be wizards descended.

Those terrifying magic-wielding monsters came from a tribe forged of steel, each one bizarre in appearance. Not to mention their lack of beautiful manes and shiny toothed smiles; they only had two arms.

Besides these differences, these wizards also changed forms during battle; some transformed into beings of fire, others into monsters.

They wielded flames and thunder with greater skill than our shaman. In the war, our shamans stood no chance against these wizards.

Thus the defeat began.

The spirits of nature summoned by the wizards shredded the warriors’ courage; none wanted to die in this dishonorable fight.

I fled from a corner of the battlefield, hiding cowardly in a tunnel, praying the wizards wouldn’t find me.

But the wizards’ hounds eventually found me.

Wizards have no need for warriors, so I was collared and thrown into sunless mines to labor day and night alongside warriors who had once belonged to the Blood Axe Tribe.

These wizards cared nothing for our identities; they had come to the Barbaric Bone Prairie with only one purpose—enslavement.

Captured warriors were collared, powerful Totem Warriors were taken away, and ordinary warriors like me were left to toil in the mines.

The conditions in the mine were horrendous; the warriors beside me died one after another, until at last I was the only healthy slave left.

I felt it was the protection of my ancestors, that they had not abandoned me for my cowardice.

I still had a chance to return to the Ancestors’ Plains.

The wizards found me somewhat special, so they transferred me from the mine to a cell.

They told me that I would be fighting a battle next, and if I survived, I would be granted my freedom.

I knew it was a lie; these wizards would never let me go.

But still, I yearned for that battle.

In the past, I fled the battlefield like a coward; now, I will return to it.

I must reclaim my honor.

My soul will eventually return to the Ancestors’ Plains!”

…

“0521, prepare for battle.”

The cold voice of the Wizard woke Koguk from his sleep, marking his fifteenth day in this world.

The natural power of the homeworld of the Wizard Monsters was terrifyingly low, which made him uncomfortable and also fearful—what had this terrible race done to their own world?

The Wizard removed the collar from his neck and then handed him a large chopping blade.

The material of the blade was metal, engraved with runes, better than the finest weapons of the Blood Teeth Tribe.

“You’ve been told the rules; whether or not you gain your freedom depends on your abilities now.”

The Wizard looked at Koguk, who cackled strangely, and with a wave of his magic wand, he teleported him to the examination area.

At the same time, nine aliens from other worlds were also teleported to the examination area. They had been informed that surviving till the end would grant them freedom.

When the teleportation ended, Koguk bent down to grab a handful of soil, lifting it to his face to take a deep breath.

The air in the mines was filthy beyond measure, and though the air in the cells was somewhat better, it too was filled with foulness. Yet this fresh air, tinged with the scent of soil, made him feel as if he had returned to his homeland.

“Freedom! Glory!”

Koguk howled to the sky, then charged with his machete towards a seemingly ordinary hillock.

Boom!

The blade flashed, carving a deep trench in the hillock, and before a hidden Wizard Apprentice could react, he was cleaved in two.

A mist of blood rose from Koguk’s body, inflating like a balloon. He grabbed the body from the trench,

“Is this a juvenile of the Wizard Monster?”

Looking at the body of the Wizard Apprentice, Koguk found it hard to associate it with the Wizards who wantonly slaughtered his kin.

“He must be a common criminal,” Koguk concluded, using the experience of his tribe.

In the Blood Teeth Tribe, the vast majority of commoners lacked the talent to become warriors. These people had feeble combat abilities, similar to this juvenile Wizard. Being informed that he could slaughter these juveniles indicated that the Wizard Monster did not care about this group.

Thus, the answer became clear. These individuals were criminals guilty of heinous acts; their lives were worthless.

No matter how hard Koguk racked his brain, he couldn’t imagine that the Wizard Academy could nurture Wizards using such cruel methods.

Even in the Barbaric Bone Prairie, the most savage tribes wouldn’t do such a thing.

But Koguk soon tossed these thoughts aside.

These juvenile Wizards were both his enemies and his sacrifices.

He was here to reclaim his glory.

Koguk sniffed. Those subtle scents in the air that Wizard Apprentices could not detect without modifying their noses entered his nostrils.

“There are people this way.”

Koguk pointed and then ran wildly in that direction.

Soon another Wizard Apprentice was slaughtered by Koguk, who punched a bloody hole through his body.

Just before dying, the Apprentice released a fireball. The burst of Fire Element instantly burned the mane on Koguk’s face and caused extensive burns on his skin.

But Koguk didn’t care. He sat down cross-legged on the ground, attuning his mind to the Natural Power in the air.

As streams of Magic Power were absorbed, the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Too little.”

After sitting cross-legged for a while, Koguk stood up.

The Natural Power of the Wizard Monster’s mother world was abysmally low. In Barbaric Bone Prairie, even the most hostile environment, the Filthy Swamp, would not have such low Natural Power.

Koguk walked to the Apprentice he had just killed, stripped him of his clothes, exposing the pale corpse.

“Although somewhat weak, the flesh looks quite good.”

After assessing the body, Koguk began to devour it with big bites.

Without Magic Power, he would compensate with flesh.

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Meanwhile, as Koguk feasted on the flesh, a black Death Crow circled overhead.

“Found the monster, Ali.”

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