Saint High Forest City

Yang Feng frowned slightly and thought slowly, With Griya between us, it shouldn't be that easy to trace me, should it?

Prophecy spells were mysterious and uncanny, utterly beyond the means of ordinary mortals like Yang Feng to resist. Only after obtaining a secret treasure capable of warding off prophecy spells, or advancing to become a Level-1 Warlock, would Yang Feng have some chance of resisting their power.

The ancient god's treasure was not particularly important to Yang Feng at present. His most urgent task now was to cultivate until he became a Level-1 Warlock.

Every god-level powerhouse possessed terrifying strength far surpassing that of a Great Warlock, and the treasure left behind by such a being was certainly fraught with danger. Yang Feng had no desire to enter the ancient god's treasure only to be cursed to death.

"Two secret treasures. Not bad!" Yang Feng looked at the two secret treasures beside him, satisfaction flashing through his eyes.

Secret treasures were the collective term for tools forged by Alchemists that possessed extraordinary power. Under the definitions of the Warlock Dynasties, even divine artifacts wielded by gods were merely high-level secret treasures.

Secret treasures were exceedingly scarce, with most held in the hands of formal Warlocks. After conquering the Black Hut, Yang Feng had obtained only two Level-1 secret treasures and five Level-0 secret treasures. Only after killing those two Level-2 Warlocks had he acquired a Level-2 secret treasure.

"Blood Warblade, Level-1 secret treasure."

"Properties: Hardness +1, Armor Piercing +1, Magic Breaking +1, Sharpness +1."

The moment Yang Feng picked up the warblade Griya had used, a string of information immediately appeared on his glasses.

"Black Staff, Level-1 secret treasure."

"Attached Level-1 spell: Dark Mist, 0/1. Requires recharging."

As soon as Yang Feng touched the staff held by the Black-robed Warlock, another line of information appeared.

Yang Feng frowned slightly. "Another secret treasure that needs recharging. With my current strength, I simply can't use it."

Secret treasures that required recharging could only be used after they had been charged. To charge one, it was necessary to understand and master that spell. Level-1 spells were still far too difficult for Yang Feng.

Besides rechargeable secret treasures, there were also permanent secret treasures that recovered automatically. Those secret treasures could restore a certain number of spells each day without needing to be recharged, and anyone could use them. Such secret treasures were far more precious—and far rarer—than rechargeable ones.

"This Blood Warblade may be good, but compared to a pistol, its attack range is still too short! For me right now, using a pistol is much more convenient and simpler than using this Blood Warblade." Yang Feng swung the Blood Warblade through several flourishing arcs, thinking regretfully.

No matter how high one's martial arts, a single shot could still bring one down. Even Knight-level and Grand Knight-level powerhouses would be dead or crippled if struck by Yang Feng's 9mm large-caliber Silver Flash gunpowder pistol. If Yang Feng used the Blood Warblade to fight someone, even a low-level warrior could kill him outright.

After most of the powerful bandits in the Hunter Fang Wasteland had been killed by Yang Feng in that battle, no bandit who knew how to keep a low profile dared provoke this enormous, ferocious convoy again.

After the convoy safely crossed the Hunter Fang Wasteland, it passed through several cities without incident and arrived at Saint High Forest City, the city where the Antalya Warlock Academy was located.

"So this is Saint High Forest City? It's too magnificent!" Beneath Saint High Forest City, Yang Feng raised his head to look at that incomparably grand metropolis, his eyes filled with shock.

The walls of Saint High Forest City stood one hundred meters tall and had been entirely forged from Steel Rock. They encircled the whole of Saint High Forest City.

Every few kilometers along Saint High Forest City's walls stood a Wizard Tower! Those Wizard Towers formed an impregnable line of defense around Saint High Forest City.

Even on the highly developed modern Earth, few nations could have built a majestic giant city like Saint High Forest City.

Gael said proudly, "Of course. Saint High Forest City is one of the six Miracle Cities of our Durando Subcontinent. It is said that all six Miracle Cities are legacies of the Seventh Warlock Dynasty. Even if they were placed on the Main Continent, these six Miracle Cities would not be considered too backward."

A glint flashed through Yang Feng's eyes as he silently thought, So that means that once I reach the Main Continent, a city like Saint High Forest City will be nothing special! The Warlocks of this world truly are powerful!

"Wait a moment. Please present your travel permit!" A soldier guarding the city gate stopped Yang Feng. When he glanced at the six-meter-tall Mechanical Swordsman standing beside Yang Feng, his expression changed slightly, and his voice became somewhat more respectful.

Anyone guarded by a six-meter-tall Mechanical Puppet was absolutely a major figure that the soldier could not afford to offend. Yet when he saw the long convoy behind Yang Feng, the soldier could only steel himself and step forward to stop him.

Yang Feng waved his hand, and Jim, serving as Yang Feng's temporary butler, stepped forward and handed a travel permit to the soldier.

"Please enter!" The travel permit had been issued by Yudora, a Level-2 Warlock. After examining it, the soldier's expression changed slightly, and he moved aside to clear the way.

The moment he entered Saint High Forest City, Yang Feng saw broad, smooth roads stretching out before him. Along those roads, which rivaled modern highways, traveled luxurious carriages and sleek vehicles forged entirely from steel, ninety percent similar to modern cars.

Yang Feng stared at those vehicles, which resembled sports cars from Earth. Shock flashed through his eyes as he blurted out, "Why are those vehicles different from carriages?"

Gael introduced them with some envy, "Those are Magic Power Cars! One of the alchemical creations of the Sixth Warlock Dynasty. These big fellows run faster than carriages and are very safe. But not only are they expensive to make, their power comes from Magic Stones. One Magic Stone is consumed for every two hundred kilometers traveled. Only formal Warlocks or the most elite nobles can afford to drive Magic Power Cars like these."

One low-grade Magic Stone was equivalent to one hundred Gold Coins. Consuming one Magic Stone for every two hundred kilometers was an expense that ordinary nobles simply could not afford.

Yang Feng stared at a Magic Power Car and silently thought, Magic Power Cars! Magic carpets! The Warlocks of this world really are high-end!

On both sides of the broad, smooth roads were planted great trees over five meters tall, each bearing fruits with transparent shells like glass. Bursts of delicate fragrance wafted from those trees.

Gael pointed at the trees lining the road and introduced them to Yang Feng and the young men and women of the minor noble houses. "These trees are Sunlight Trees! They were transplanted by the Seventh Warlock Dynasty from a plane filled with countless rare and exotic tree species. After these Sunlight Trees absorb enough sunlight during the day, their fruits bloom with beautiful radiance at night, illuminating Saint High Forest City until it is ablaze with lights, like a city that never sleeps!"