Chapter 44: The Arrival of the Teacher and Disciple

On the road north of Ridge Peak Territory, two women, one tall and one short, were walking together.

The tall one was a human woman in her twenties or thirties. She wore a white robe, gold necklace and bracelets, and orange hair braided into three strands hanging behind her, with a faint smile on her mature face.

Behind her, the slightly shorter one was a petite girl who looked like she hadn't reached adulthood.

She had long silver hair, wore a simple coarse cloth dress, and a pair of pointed ears poked out from between the hair on both sides. It was obvious she was an elf whose age could not be judged by her appearance.

Looking at the back of the human woman in front, the silver-haired elf girl whispered:

"Frieren."

"Call me teacher."

Frieren corrected without looking back.

The elf girl didn't reply, just asked calmly: "You still haven't said where we are going."

Frieren smiled: "To see an old friend."

"Surprising, you have friends other than Himmel?"

The elf girl's casual poisonous tongue made Frieren slightly speechless.

She glanced at the girl and chuckled: "Very few, so I wanted to bring you to see him."

Speaking of this, Frieren paused and said with interest: "Speaking of which, his magic was also taught by me!"

Once these words were spoken, the expression on the silver-haired elf girl's face finally fluctuated.

She looked at Frieren with slight surprise: "He is also your disciple?"

"Well, barely."

"Barely... sounds very suspicious."

Frieren smiled and looked ahead: "His magic was indeed taught by me, but teacher... that doesn't count."

What does that mean?

The silver-haired elf girl tilted her head slightly, seemingly a bit confused by these ambiguous words.

Just then, she stopped, raised both hands, and a crescent staff topped with a ruby appeared out of thin air, held in her hand.

"There are demons."

The silver-haired elf girl turned her head and looked calmly at the forest to the front right.

Frieren glanced at her and said indifferently: "Go."

The elf girl gripped her staff and rushed into the forest to the front right.

A moment later, a violent magic power fluctuation came from the forest, along with a roar full of pain and anger.

The scene shifted to the inside of the forest, only to see the silver-haired elf girl standing in the clearing, holding her staff with both hands, looking calmly at the collapsed trees in front and the burning demon remains.

"……Exterminated two, one ran away."

The silver-haired elf girl shifted her gaze, following the fan-shaped collapsed forest to look ahead.

There, a weak magic power was fleeing rapidly. Looking at its direction, it was the destination of her and Frieren's trip, the village located in a more remote location ahead.

Without hesitation, the silver-haired elf girl immediately decided to chase and kill it.

But before she could take a step, a powerful magic bound her to the spot.

"……"

The silver-haired elf girl frowned and turned to look at Frieren standing behind her.

"There is a large amount of magic power aura ahead, it should be a village or town."

"I know."

Frieren smiled: "Remember the friend I mentioned just now?"

Frieren was stunned.

Frieren smiled slightly and said meaningfully: "He is very strong!"

……

……

Ten minutes later, in the forest north of Ridge Peak City.

The black-haired, black-eyed youth stood beside a low hill, looking ahead calmly, watching the wisp of smoke rising at the end of his vision.

In the smoke was a tall demon running wildly.

It had a huge body of over three meters, was wearing thick armor, and wore a two-handed greatsword at its waist. It was clearly a warrior among demons who liked to strengthen its body with magic power and magic.

Such warriors mostly appear on the front lines in the north and are rare in the central part of the continent.

Therefore, this guy is likely to have slipped out from the front line further north.

Perhaps because of this, it doesn't know the dangers of this forest as well as the local demons.

When it saw the black-robed youth beside the hill, the demon running wildly didn't care.

Because there was no magic power fluctuation on the youth, he was completely an ordinary human.

Such a weak existence naturally wouldn't be taken to heart by a powerful and arrogant demon warrior.

Compared to this youth, it cared more about the hill beside the youth, which was emitting a huge and pure magic power fluctuation, likely hiding a magic power vein.

And what it needed most at this moment were these natural substances containing magic power.

The demon warrior's burning gaze shifted and landed on the youth beside it.

Although it didn't care about this youth, if it didn't waste time, it wouldn't mind taking the youth's life casually.

Thus, with this thought, the demon warrior grinned and ran to the youth.

As they passed each other, the greatsword in its hand swung casually, slashing toward the youth's throat like lightning.

The next second, the blade touched the skin, but the expected smooth chopping feeling didn't come, replaced by an indescribable sense of stagnation.

It was as if it hadn't slashed flesh, but a towering and magnificent mountain!

No, even if it were a mountain, at least there would be vibration and sound feedback.

But the youth's skin was like a black hole with its own suction, actually absorbing all the energy carried by this sword without making a sound.

……What is going on?

The demon warrior was stunned, and its thoughts were briefly stagnant.

At the same time, the youth raised his hand and grabbed the sword edge at his throat, causing the demon warrior's running body to stop instantly in defiance of common sense.

Afterward, the youth tilted his head slightly, glanced at the tall demon who was stunned due to the sudden stop, and slowly spat out a word:

"Wind."

Just a simple word, and the magic power within a hundred meters instantly rioted.

A violent wind rose from the ground, countless violent airflows roared and condensed, turning into an incomparably terrifying cyan hurricane, swallowing the demon warrior's three-meter-tall body completely.

"Ssh ssh——"

In an instant, the airflow rotated at high speed, frantically cutting everything in the hurricane.

Including but not limited to rocks, armor, greatswords, flesh, bones, and even dust floating in the air.

From the moment the word "Wind" landed to the formation of the hurricane, everything happened in a flash.

The demon still had a look of astonishment and confusion on its face, but its body had already shattered inch by inch, turning into fly ash and gradually dissipating.

"Whoosh——"

The hurricane dissipated, leaving only strands of breeze blowing around the youth.

The youth didn't care about the ant that didn't know its own strength just now.

He raised his hand, pressed his palm on the low hill beside him, and looked ahead, as if he could cross a distance of dozens of miles and see the two figures walking on the road.

"Actually a newly built road..."

"A pity, I thought you would go straight to the castle."

"That's fine, this road leads to the unbuilt Ridge Peak City. Seeing the village of the past evolve into a town today, you should be very surprised, right?"

The corners of the youth's mouth hooked, and a faint smile hung on his face.

A moment later, he turned around, walked toward the forest behind him, and said casually:

"Let's go, Longlongyan, stop sleeping!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Accompanied by a dull loud noise, the seemingly low hill actually rose from the ground, turning into a unicorn giant beast with a body length of over eighty meters and a shoulder height of over thirty meters in the mimetic magic power twisting on the mountain surface.

"Roar~"

The unicorn giant beast let out a slightly aggrieved low roar, then stepped on its four hooves and followed the youth's footsteps.

(End of chapter)