A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 989: Chapter 981: Centaur Wilderness World

Five years later, the Centaur Wilderness World.

An endless wild grassland, blue sky with white clouds, yet a blood-red ominous round moon hanging high in the sky.

"Further north is the eternal tundra, and when winter arrives every year, the snow wolf pack living on the tundra will migrate south with the cold wave. While the harsh winter brings disaster to the centaurs thriving on the wasteland, it also brings the hope of ice and snow water sources needed for the spring next year."

Green accompanies the Whispering Stigma Wizard, wandering and flying in the Centaur Wilderness World.

"This is a small world I obtained from another Stigma Sorcerer, producing over ten thousand mature centaur slaves annually. In the dangerous southern land of the Corpse Thorn Brush Belly, there is a regional Poison Marsh Elemental Creature with a vitality of 6022 detected last time, likely the strongest life form in this world now."

"Vitality 6022?"

With a white high-pointed hat, ephemeral green wings at his back, holding a magic wand emitting a faint blue glow, and bright eyes under short black hair, Green, who once first followed the Demon Hunting Expedition of the Whispering Stigma Wizard three thousand years ago, has now advanced to Level Five.

The words are like water waves, graceful yet not devoid of calm wisdom.

"Oh, it’s through the unique abilities of this mask that I can evaluate the potential burst attack power of some flesh and elemental creatures after passive evolution. It’s indeed rare for life forms in these indigenous small worlds to grow beyond 6000 vitality."

Beneath the Face of Truth, Green overlooks the distant ground where two groups of centaurs are battling each other, explaining casually.

Now, Green and the Whispering Stigma Wizard have descended upon this Enslaved World, without any life forms of the same rank, and not even means that could slightly threaten or trouble them, adding to the invasion of the Origin Will of the Space Fortress, making it quite leisurely.

"A hundred years ago, I harvested a batch of slaves from this world and then left it be. Nowadays, the quality of centaur groups on the wasteland has noticeably improved. Among those two groups of tens of thousands of centaurs, there are actually five with vitality reaching over 3000, and the most outstanding one is just shy of 4000 — impressive quality."

From the perspective of a Stigma Wizard, the groups of centaurs fighting for territory are merely slave legions that they raise within this world.

"Haha, although it’s a bit barren, it is indeed a complete small world. It seems I’ve gained quite a lot from this transaction with you."

The Whispering Stigma Wizard laughs, appearing very satisfied with the upcoming transaction.

Green similarly smiles and shakes his head, saying lightly, "There’s nothing much worth seeing in the northern snow wolf pack; let’s head to the southern swamp. Though more barren, it has birthed some peculiar creatures, and I collected many specimens last time."

With that, Green and the Whispering Stigma Wizard fly towards the south, disappearing in a flash.

Two days later.

"Little guy, how long have you been in this world? Any unexpected findings?"

After flying in the Centaur Wilderness World for two consecutive days, at a snowy mountain valley stream, Green and the Whispering Stigma Wizard appear.

This Level 2 male wizard adventuring in the Centaur Wilderness World is startled, clutching his magic wand and standing up. Upon seeing the two unfamiliar yet immensely powerful wizards, he finally breathes a sigh of relief.

Little guy?

Soon enough, this junior wizard senses the terrifying oppressive force emanating from the surrounding Force of Nature, seemingly realizing something, and gulps nervously.

"Greetings, Masters. This is my seventeenth year adventuring in the Centaur Wilderness, having traversed the southern Poison Marsh, centaur wilderness, and northern tundra. I plan to write a ’Travelogue of the Centaur Wasteland World’ and contribute it to the academy library upon my return. As for unexpected findings, I discovered a moving glacier on the northern tundra, which has significant research value."

Adventuring Arcane Wizards are quite common; it’s the third one Green has encountered in this world in a few days.

"Well, that’s good. I hope you can find some harvest."

Green’s voice is somewhat indifferent. After nodding to this Level 2 Junior Sorcerer, he disappears with the Whispering Stigma Wizard in True Time.

After all, this visit is merely to accompany the Stigma Sorcerer to assess transaction goods and evaluate their worth.

Three days later.

"Oh, there’s some unexpected findings this time: vitality 5733. There’s a small group of centaurs hidden in that valley over there, numbering less than a hundred, with most having a vitality over 1000, and their leader has reached 5733. There might be some historical secrets—are you interested, Master?"

Green invites the Whispering Stigma, having yet to complete the transaction; at this moment, the ruling authority of this world is still with Green.

"Hmm? Then let’s take a look."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As Green and the Whispering Stigma Sorcerer appear in the open space of the small canyon, the centaurs busy working around them suddenly notice the two bipedal, strange creatures, staring with wide eyes, utterly oblivious to items dropping from their hands.

From their eyes, Green read fear—ordinary and accustomed.

"Demons, you eventually found us. Even hidden here, you won’t spare us?"

Slowly, an elderly, weary centaur, accompanied by the strongest centaur with a vitality of 5733, walks out, looking at Green and the Whispering Stigma Sorcerer.

The old centaur wields a bow engraved with various patterns, while the strongest young centaur holds a long curved blade, with his lower half being a dark brown horse and the upper half a rugged human torso, a necklace of unknown bones adorning his chest, looking incredibly robust, potentially the new Centaur King.

"Demons, our Centaur Royal Family will never surrender. I will shed the last drop of my fighting blood for freedom!"

Green and the Whispering Stigma Wizard completely ignore these centaurs, focusing intently on the mural on the rocks of this small tribe.

The mural depicts mostly blood-red round moons and demons ravaging the land, with human-like sorcerers in the moon sneering with blood-red eyes.

"It seems this is an elite centaur tribe that fled after the conquest of this world, not some ancient relic, capable of uncovering historical secrets."

Shaking his head with a sigh, Green doesn’t pay much mind.

Oftentimes, successful historical discoveries are composed of thousands of similar failures.

Regarding these remnants of the Centaur Royal Family, unable to create any major disturbances, the two don’t bother remarking and vanish in a flash.

Ten days later.

As night falls, the previously mosquito-infested poison marsh is now oppressively quiet, save for the occasional "crackle" from the firewood, as the Poison Marsh Giant Crocodile trembles and crouches, while Green patiently roasts two pieces of golden meat, dripping with oil, utterly delicious.

"An exceedingly complete Centaur Wilderness World—nice. Since the Fire Crystal World is Lord Oblivion Tower’s first Demon Hunting Expedition World and carries extraordinary commemorative significance, let’s sign the transaction contract. Time flies—it only took a few expeditions, and this once-unknown little guy has grown into a Stigma Sorcerer. Hehe."

Saying so, the Whispering Stigma Wizard hands over the Fire Crystal World Storm City Ruling Contract.

"Thank you, Master, for everything." (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian () to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m. to read.)