Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1138 - 470: Word Spirit · Command!

"For individuals with Dragon Blood, these marks are not merely echoes of history, but part of the bloodline inheritance."

As time passed, Ron’s understanding of the Dragon Language rapidly improved.

The words that were once fragmented began to form complete sentences, and he could even discern the "voice" characteristics of different Dragon Souls:

"Mor’du thak vey’tar, manling...

(So strange, human... You have the scent of a dragon, but you’re not entirely a dragon... What exactly are you?)"

A voice full of curiosity resounded at the edge of his consciousness:

Ron’s heart trembled.

This was no longer merely broken emotions but true consciousness exchange.

He tried to respond with his mind:

"I am human, but I do indeed have Dragon Blood within me."

The voice became instantly excited:

"Ahh! Keth mor’thul...

(Oh! That kind of experiment! I’ve seen it in life; those mad Wizards injected our kin’s blood into your weak species, trying to create the perfect war tool.)"

A translucent Dragon Soul silhouette began to manifest in front of Ron.

"Most humans who underwent such experiments died. The fact that you survived and your Bloodline Awakening reached such a degree is... quite fortunate."

The Dragon Soul glided around Ron slowly, as gracefully as a fish in water:

"I am Aselia, daughter of Thunder and Storm. Though... now merely a residual consciousness."

Ron felt this wondrous exchange that transcended the boundaries of life and death, and his heart surged with complex emotions.

"I’m sorry to hear about your experience, Aselia."

"Experience? Ha..."

Aselia let out a dragon’s roar filled with sarcasm:

"Humans, you always like to use such words to beautify a cruel reality. I wasn’t ’experiencing’ misfortune; I was murdered by your kin."

Her voice turned cold:

"The witch named Panadora promised to take good care of me and provide an environment suitable for my growth.

And yet? Once I grew a little, she killed me and took my scales, bones, and blood."

"All to make those damned Harmony Potions."

Ron was silent for a moment.

Panadora... also known as the King of Illusions...

Indeed, without stepping over corpses, how could one become a king?

"I apologize for the actions of the Wizard predecessors, but what I want to express is that not all humans are like that."

"Maybe."

Aselia’s tone slightly softened:

"At least you’re the first human who can understand our language, which in itself is quite... interesting."

Just then, Soul Knight Savis suddenly issued an urgent warning:

"Child! I’ve sensed severe fluctuations in your teammates’ life lines; they’re in great danger!"

Ron instantly snapped back to attention.

Guided by the life lines, he could vaguely perceive the general position of Edwin and the others.

But now those clues had become extremely unstable, flickering like candlelight in a storm.

"Which direction are they in?"

"Deep within the Water Element region, but you must be cautious..."

Savis’s expression grew solemn:

"I sense that a large number of native warriors have gathered there, far more than any single tribe."

Aselia also noticed the anomaly, her Dragon Soul silhouette becoming more solidified:

"Indeed, even we can feel that intense wave of hostility. It seems those natives have given up acting alone and chosen collective hunting."

Ron quickly analyzed the situation.

If the native tribes really formed an alliance...

Then, despite the formidable strength of Edwin and the others, facing an enemy several times their number, especially with the others holding the geographical advantage, remained extremely dangerous.

"I must go help them."

He swiftly stored most of the crystals he had collected into his Storage Bag, leaving just a few as casting mediums for emergencies:

"Senior Savis, could you show me the fastest path?"

"Of course, but you must understand, those native warriors dare to take the initiative to attack because they are fully prepared."

As Savis unfurled his skeletal wings, he pointed to a hidden passageway deep within the corridor:

"That route can take you directly to the core of the Water Element region, but along the way, you’ll encounter the impact of various elemental turbulences."

"I understand the risks."

Ron checked his equipment, confirming that the Magic Sword was in optimal condition:

"Now, time is everything."

Aselia suddenly spoke:

"Human, though I have little fondness for your species, if you truly intend to save your companions, I can offer some assistance."

"What kind of assistance?"

"In Dragon Language, there are some Word Spirits of intimidation that can stagger those lesser beings."

The Silver Scale Drake flew around Ron:

"Though I am deceased, my voice can still be transmitted through your bloodline.

The Element Spirits of those native warriors would surely be severely affected when facing true Dragon Mighty."

This proposal brightened Ron’s eyes.

The innate intimidation of the Dragon Race has an instinctive deterrent effect on most intelligent beings.

"But in exchange, you must agree to one condition."

Aselia’s tone became serious:

"If you have the opportunity, help me convey some... greetings to Panadora. Let her know that the resentment of the dead does not fade away with time."

......

The air in the Water Element region was thick with moisture, visibility extremely low.

Ron advanced rapidly along the path guided by Soul Knight, the surroundings reminding him of some eerie areas under the ocean depths.