The Wizard World - Chapter 242
Chapter 242: Mutation (1)
Translator: Leo Editor: Frappe
Angele raised his hand and pressed it onto the centaur’s neck carefully.
“Morria (Wake up)!” Angele invoked the incantation.
A red glow surrounded his hand that illuminated his face and the centaur inside the box.
The red light slowly disappeared after about ten seconds.
Angele lowered his hand.
“Huh…” The centaur slowly opened her eyes and woke up. She stared at Angele with a pair of bright big eyes and glanced around, looking confused.
“Ah…” She opened her mouth and yelled unconsciously.
Angele creased his forehead, then he held the centaur’s head with his left hand and checked her eyes.
Her green eyes were soulless.
“Can you understand my words?” Angele asked in Anmag.
The centaur looked at Angele for several seconds and turned around. She grabbed the edge of the box and tried to stand up but it seemed she did not have enough strength to support her body.
“Do you know what I’m saying?” Angele switched to the ancient language that was commonly used among magical creatures.
The centaur still had no reaction to his words.
Angele tried several other languages, including the chaos language that he barely knew, but nothing worked.
He stared at the centaur in the box and suddenly pulled the blanket off her body, revealing her large white chest.
“Ah…” The centaur looked at her naked body but did not say anything meaningful and began struggling in the box.
In the middle of her chest, Angele noticed a bloody red rune.
The rune looked like an anchor with a red snake twisted around it.
“I knew it.” Angele shook his head and walked to the other box, pulling the blanket off the other centaur’s body. He found the same rune between her chest.
Angele pursed his lips and stared at the two centaurs, looking disappointed.
“So the Red Snake Anchor had their hands on those centaurs. That’s why they were sent to the auction market. Two white centaurs that have lost their souls…I’ll just try to extract the ancient bloodline from them.”
He raised his hand and silver metal liquid came out of the tips of his fingers, turning into five strong silver strings. The strings tied the two centaurs up and lifted them into the air.
Angele controlled the forcefield and continued to use the strings to support the centaurs. He brought them to the spell lab.
The door of the spell lab was pushed open.
The two centaurs were dropped to the dark floor that was covered with complicated runes. They looked around the dark room and ran into one of the corners together. Fear was written all over their faces.
Angele was not concerned at all. He took a few pieces of the special equipment from the potions room.
He had always wanted to dissect a centaur’s body as he was curious about their bodily structure and now he had the opportunity.
There was a gentle smile on Angele’s face.
He closed the door of the spell lab as he stared at the two centaurs. Red light flashed on the door and it was locked right away.
The signet on his left hand was activated and the wings of the great harpy swung slightly.
A strange high-pitched noise echoed in the room as the effect of the illusion signet was triggered.
Both centaurs calmed down immediately. Their eyes lost all focus and they just stayed at the corner.
“Here…come to me…” Angele whispered.
However, none of the centaurs reacted to his command.
He assumed the reason was that they could not understand the language.
Angele walked to the centaur on the left and dragged her to the center of the room.
The naked female centaur stood in the center of the room without making any noise. Her arms were drooped as if she had no control over them. The area below her waist looked exactly like the body of a horse. Angele noticed that there was some white fur covering her belly.
He raised his hand and rubbed the fur around her stomach.
It was soft and fluffy. He did not notice anything strange. He then touched the centaur’s skin, which was elastic like jelly.
Angele moved his hand to the horse part of the centaur’s body. The skin was not as smooth as the area around the stomach.
He moved to the back of the centaur and saw a long blonde tail hanging over her ramp.
‘The bottom half of her body looks exactly like a horse’s body…The centaur’s body structure is really interesting. I wonder if the horse part and human part share the same organs…’
Angele did a quick check on the centaur’s muscles.
He carefully took out a translucent glass syringe from the toolbox on the side and the syringe was about the size of a finger.
The needle of the syringe was made of silver metal.
Angele pushed the air out of the barrel and walked to the right side of the center, slightly pressing her neck.
He raised his right hand, creating a tiny metal needle on the tip of his index finger.
Some red light dots flashed around the needle and he ignited it.
Angele carefully pressed the neck of the centaur with the burning needle.
She did not feel any pain.
The centaur just stood there staring at nothing.
Angele knitted his eyebrows and the silver needle returned into his skin. He realized that the fire elemental attack failed to penetrate the centaur’s skin.
‘So they do have high fire resistance.’ He was satisfied with the result. Angele walked to the toolbox and took out a cigar-sized brown stick.
He returned to the centaur and rubbed the tip of the short stick.
The stick was ignited and bright yellow light appeared on its tip.
As time passed, half of the stick turned red which now looked like heated iron.
Angele extinguished the flame and pressed on the centaur’s neck with the heated stick.
The centaur’s body trembled and some of its hair on the neck was burnt to ashes. The skin area that touched the stick started to turn red.
Angele lowered the stick and he saw a red dot left on the surface of the centaur’s neck.
He grabbed the syringe and stabbed it into the red dot.
He slowly pulled the plunger up and a whole barrel of shiny red blood was extracted from the centaur’s body. It looked like red wine.
Angele took a glass tube from the toolbox and removed the stopper, pushing the blood into the tube with the syringe.
He repeated the procedure four times and acquired four tubes of blood from the two centaurs.
Angele deactivated the illusion signet and grabbed some walnuts from the material room, throwing them to the centaurs. He wanted to keep those two centaurs in his basement.
With four tubes of fresh blood, Angele entered the potion room and started extracting the bloodline.
Three days later…
Angele walked out of the potion room with a small tube of green liquid in his hand. The crystal tube was about the size of a finger and it was half filled.
“Finally, it’s done!” He was satisfied with the result. Angele failed many times while trying to get the ancient bloodline and he had to extract blood from the centaurs many times. This was possible only because their stamina was so strong that they could recover within hours. After many tries, he had finally acquired the purified ancient bloodline of the centaur.
The ancient bloodline of white centaurs was the combination of the centaur chieftain and the legendary unicorn.
Angele was uncertain as to what special ability the inheritor of the centaur chieftain and the unicorn had but the ancient bloodline was extremely valuable.
He held the tube in hand and hesitated for a second.
Angele opened the spell lab as he sealed the tube with a stopper.
He fed the two centaurs with various types of nuts these days and the floor was covered in their feces and the broken nut shells. The two centaurs looked excited after seeing Angele open the door, they ran to him while yelling happily.
Angele’s brow furrowed, he opened the door and let the centaurs come out. He decided to keep them in the main hall.
He raised his right hand and activated the communication rune.
“Nancy, ask someone to clean the basement.”
“Understood,” Nancy replied within seconds.
Angele walked upstairs with the tube. He only left the spell lab open and he was certain that the slaves in his territory would not be able to break into the other important rooms. All doors were sealed by the special alloy created by his Metal Mastery. If someone tried to break in using force, the three defensive matrices would be triggered and it would alert Angele right away.
Amy was already waiting beside the staircase as he stepped out of the door. She bowed to Angele right away with the dustpan and the broom in her hands.
Angele nodded slightly, then he walked to the second floor and entered the biological lab.
A black shadow flew toward Angele and landed on his shoulder. It was the black Four-wing Night Sparrow.
He walked to the shell-shaped table quickly after locking the door.
“Come here, Korby,” He whispered to the sparrow on his shoulder and pointed at the table. Angele had long decided to name it as Korby.
Korby understood Angele’s order and it jumped to the table. It then raised its head and stared at Angele. The small bird looked quite adorable.
Angele smiled and walked to the corner. He grabbed a tiny turtle that he captured not so long ago from the water tank.
The turtle’s carapace had black-yellow patterns mixed together and it looked dirty. Its four tiny legs were moving slowly. It seemed the turtle was trying to escape.
It was a Barry Turtle that could be found in any lake.
Angele returned to the table with the turtle and held the tube with green liquid in his hand.