From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 53 Spiritfire Curse - Mortisia

Although she had only been in this world for less than ten days, Elena felt as if a year and a half had passed.

These ten days or so were more fulfilling than the more than ten years she spent alone in another world.

Shaking his still somewhat dizzy head, memories of the hangover flooded his mind.

"Those meads tasted pretty good, but they were too intoxicating," she muttered, instinctively turning over to prepare for another nap.

A second later, she opened her eyes and abruptly sat up.

Just then, she saw a familiar figure sitting in a white chair in front of the bed, with his back to her.

At first glance, she sensed that the figure was full of power.

Her face flushed red, she lifted the blanket and looked down, then immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mortis, about last night..."

"I did it." Modi's expression was calm as he flipped through a novel called "The Argonian Maid".

He found the book on the bookshelf in his room, but unfortunately it was incomplete, containing only two volumes.

"And my leather armor and shoes too..."

"I helped you take it off too."

He closed the book, put it back on the shelf, turned around and looked directly at the girl on the bed wearing only thin clothes, without any embarrassment on his face.

"You were sleeping so soundly, I couldn't wake you up no matter what I did, and you smelled strongly of alcohol on you, it almost made me faint."

After his scolding, Elena's embarrassment lessened considerably.

After washing her body with the hot water that Modi had prepared in advance, she tied her hair up in a ponytail, put her leather armor back on, and went with her companions to say goodbye to the mayor.

"Two brave dragon hunters, White River Town will forever remember your help."

Mayor Burke looked grateful; thanks to them, he finally got a good night's sleep.

After bidding farewell to the mayor, the two drove the carriage toward Frost's Tomb.

In the carriage, besides the ice dragon skull and the gold coins promised by the mayor, there were also some fruits, vegetables, and meats given as gifts by the townspeople.

Modi couldn't help but sigh at how simple and honest the people of Baihe Town were.

"Where did that squad called Windrunners go?" Elena asked in the car, munching on her bread.

"They left long ago. They woke up earlier than you and went to Ravencrest. I heard that it's being invaded by the Deeplands."

The two chatted casually for over an hour before arriving at the entrance to the Frost Tomb secret passage at the Throat of Winter.

The White Walker forces remain loyal and guard the area, and the magical traps left by Mordy have not been triggered.

After inspecting the Frost Tomb, he presented Elena with the Greta School textbooks he had prepared long ago and sent her to read them.

Looking at the pile of books that was almost half a person tall, Elena stared blankly, never imagining that she couldn't escape the harsh realities of knowledge in this world.

Leaving aside the sullen Elena, Mordy began to set the bone dragon's bones.

Using the Necromancer's [Bone Growth Technique], he successfully reattached the ice dragon's skull, and a complete bone dragon appeared before him.

The dragon's might lingered around this skeleton, and the spirit of the ice dragon flowed within it.

Before transforming the bone dragon, he specifically used the [Bloodstained Book] to absorb the spirituality within the dragon bones.

To his surprise, it was full of spirituality, just like when Elena absorbed the dragon soul, she didn't touch the ice dragon's spirituality.

Instead, they deliberately left it all inside the dragon bones.

[Incomplete - The Extraordinary - Frostwing Shadow - Niflheim]

[Dragon's Power, Ice Dragon's Blood, Ice Mist Transformation, Pride]

With a capacity of nine entries and four built-in entries, all that's missing is to infuse it with enough power to create a complete page.

"Not bad, not bad."

Modi closed the book and began to transform the bone dragon.

First, draw a magic circle on the ground. Inside the magic circle is a raven symbol with outstretched wings, consisting only of a skeleton.

Offerings symbolizing death were placed around it: a jar of ghoul breath, a handful of grave soil, and a bowl of rotting corpse pus.

Then place the sacrificial axe in the center of the magic circle and ignite it with spiritual fire.

The cold, blue-white spiritual fire ignited from the axe blade and spread along the patterns of the magic array.

Modi pinched his throat, recalling the cry of the Deathbird he had once heard, and used magic to stimulate his vocal cords, producing a sharp bird cry.

And so, a magic circle that used the power of the demonic artifact, the Axe of Sacrifice, to transform the undead began to operate.

Using a magical artifact as a ritual implement is a rare luxury in this world.

The intense influence of death permeated the surroundings, and combined with the [Frost] nature inherent in Modi and the Bone Dragon, it awakened the cursed souls slumbering beneath the sacred ground.

They surged from the earth, carrying curses, and were drawn into the dragon bones by the ritual.

It was broken up and bound together, and a flame of soul rose slowly.

The dragon bones trembled, and a chilling spiritual fire ignited on them, weaving into fiery feathers.

With the arrival of the soul fire, the bone dragon rose from the ground, spread its wings, raised its head, and let out a silent soul roar.

Perhaps because Niflheim's spirituality had been completely washed away, the newborn bone dragon showed no hostility towards Mordi, but instead connected with him, its creator, in spirit.

Sensing the closeness emanating from the Soulfire, Modi picked up the Sacrifice Axe and touched the bone dragon's head that had come close to him.

They were not afraid of the blazing fire above.

Feeling the coldness from his palm, the bone dragon lay prostrate on the ground and nudged him with its head.

"The soul contract has been signed. Now we can try to command this little guy with our consciousness."

With a thought, the bone dragon lying on the ground received the command, raised its head, opened its mouth, and spewed a breath of spiritual fire dragon breath at the target location.

The thick pillars of dragon's breath fire left large patches of spiritual fire frost marks on the wall, absorbing the surrounding heat.

"The power is not bad."

Modi patted the bone dragon's head.

"Let's try another trick."

After saying that, he stomped his foot and retreated dozens of meters away.

The bone dragon folded its wings, lowered its head, and the spiritual fire core within its torso skeleton generated bursts of energy fluctuations.

Moments later, it exploded.

A large amount of spiritual fire erupted from its body, forming a huge fireball. Wherever the spiritual fire passed, there was only a bone-chilling cold.

Outside the fireball, the biting cold felt only comforting to Modi.

After the spiritual fire dissipated, the bone dragon still stood on the ground at the center of the explosion, but the spiritual fire on its body had weakened considerably.

That last move must have taken a toll on it, but thankfully it didn't kill it instantly.

"That's all you know, right?"

Through the soul contract, Modi learned about the general situation of the bone dragon.

Because it is just a skeleton and has no dragon soul, it has lost most of the dragon race's heritage and can't even speak the dragon language.

Oh, it doesn't have vocal cords; if it wants to speak, it has to learn how to vocalize mentally first.

"You don't even have a real name; I have to come up with one for you."

Morty thought for a moment, patted its head, and uttered a name: "Mortysia, what do you think?"

Mortisia, in the dragon language, means "spirit fire curse skeleton".

The bone dragon opened its mouth and roared silently.

It expresses its satisfaction with the name, or it may not understand its meaning at all, but is simply showing obedience to its owner.

"We also need to arrange for you to learn dragon language. Fortunately, we have a dragon language master in our lair."

So, Mordy pulled the bewildered Elena over.

"You mean, I should teach this guy a lesson?"

She stared in disbelief at the enormous creature lying prone on the ground, its head pressed against Modi's.

"Are you sure it can hear me? It doesn't even have ears."

"Don't worry, I'll teach it how to capture sounds with its mind, and how to vocalize them with its mind," he assured, patting his chest. "And I'll learn alongside it."

Upon learning that Mordy would also be joining the class, Elena's previous gloom vanished, and a smile spread across her face.

"Okay, it's settled then."

Thinking of the pile of books she hadn't finished reading, the smile on her face gradually turned wicked.

"This time, it's finally my turn to assign you homework, Mortis. Just you wait, heh heh."

"You've spoken your mind."

After being kindly reminded by Mordy, Elena, who was lost in her fantasy, snapped out of it and quickly suppressed her mischievous smile.

"Anyway, Mortis, just you wait."

She raised her head confidently and looked into Mortisia's empty eye sockets.

The soul fire flickered, and for some reason, she sensed a hint of provocation within it.

Elena was furious and immediately began teaching dragon language.

......

Deep region, dark realm.

After leaving Baihe Town, Karen, a mage of the Bailong Cult, rushed here without stopping and successfully found the Bailong Cult bishop in charge of this area.

"Karen, weren't you looking for the location of Frostfall's Tomb near White River Town? What are you doing here?"

When Bishop Rodrigo saw him panting heavily, he frowned and showed displeasure.

He had just made a deal with the dark elves of the Dark Realm to attack the surface world together, but his wonderful mood was ruined by Karen's arrival.

Judging from the old monk's appearance, he didn't bring any good news.

"Bishop Rodrigo, it seems you've encountered quite a bit of trouble. Will it affect our agreement?"

Beside him, the Dark Elf representative leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed, looking like he was watching a good show.

Like the dark elves in some games, the dark elves of the continent of Itniti dress in very flashy and colorful outfits.

Take this dark elf representative, for example. She wears very little clothing, yet her heart is enormous, and she acts like a little devil.

Rodrigo almost couldn't resist giving her a stomach punch when he saw it.

Remembering his agreement with the dark elves, he could only suppress his anger and force a smile in response:

"Of course not."

He roughly pulled Karen to his side, creating a soundproof barrier, and whispered, "Karen, what happened?"

Karen's face creased with wrinkles as she whispered:

"Your Excellency, a group of despicable blasphemers have come to White River Town. They have besieged the great Frostwing Shadow and succeeded."

"What did you say?"

His voice rose a few decibels, then fell back down.

"So, the great Frostwing Shadow, barely resurrected, has already returned to death?"

"Yes, yes." Karen nodded, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Rodrigo's expression darkened; anyone could see he was suppressing his anger.

After pondering for a long time, he finally said:

"We need to reclaim the remnant of Frostwing Shadow and bring it to the great Aldurian."

He glanced at the dark elf representative watching the show out of the corner of his eye, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Perfect timing! There's a group of people here he can trick into becoming cannon fodder.