“Haha.” Warrod laughed faintly, joy appearing on his face as he said in a mysterious tone, “Then you four are lucky.
I also know an old man who practices ‘Take Over.’ He may be able to offer you a different perspective on ‘Take Over.'” “The person with ‘Take Over’ ability you mentioned might be…” Igor paused for a moment, vaguely recalling a name in his head, and timidly asked Warrod that name.
“Have you four heard the name Wolfheim?” Without teasing them any further, Warrod directly revealed his old friend’s name.
“Is that renowned teacher recommended by Warrod really Wolfheim?” Yes — he had already guessed that the teacher recommended by Warrod would be Wolfheim.
After all, those Warrod called old friends were of course powerful figures of the same level, and looking across the entire Ishgar Continent, the only one who had reached “Saint” level and possessed “Take Over” ability was probably Wolfheim alone.
“Wolfheim?
Never heard of him~.” At the same time, Igor showed an expression full of certainty; Mirajane, Elfman, and Lisanna looked on with blank faces.
They looked at each other with puzzled expressions, then turned toward Teacher Warrod and asked, “Teacher Warrod, just who is Wolfheim?” “Hahahaha…” Realizing that the four children in front of him did not recognize his old friend Wolfheim at all, Warrod could no longer hold back his emotions.
He spilled uncontainable laughter and muttered to himself, “Wolfheim, Wolfheim.
In the world it seems you’re even inferior to this old man of mine” “Um, Wolfheim, like Teacher Warrod, is one of the Four Gods of Ishgar.” Igor stood to the side.
After a period of silence, he explained Wolfheim’s identity to Mirajane, Elfman, and Lisanna.
“Eh?
Another ‘God’?” Mirajane raised one eyebrow.
She realized that the “God”-level powerhouses rarely seen on the Ishgar Continent were actually not that hard to encounter.
Igor stood to the side and smiled without saying anything.
This was because when the level of social connections differed, the people and things one encountered also differed.
In the circle of “Gods,” of course everyone was a “God.” Likewise, in the circle of the “Ten Saints,” everyone was a “Ten Saint.” Just as all the patients in a mental hospital were mental patients.
After laughing at his old friend for about thirty minutes, Warrod wiped the tears that had appeared in his eyes, let out a long sigh, and said, “I’ve laughed enough.” “Now, Igor, Mirajane, choose… do you want to go meet my old friend?!” With both hands clasped behind his back, Warrod looked at Igor, Mirajane, and the others with eyes full of curiosity and expectation.
“Between Wolfheim and you, who is stronger?” Mirajane did not immediately make a decision.
Instead, she consulted Warrod Sequen.
“Haha, I don’t want to admit it, but in terms of combat power alone, Wolfheim is definitely stronger.” “Because he’s the third seat of the ‘Ten Wizard Saints,’ and I’m the fourth seat.” Warrod revealed his sense of powerlessness as he honestly told Mirajane that he was no match for Wolfheim at all.
He really was not good at combat.
“He’s stronger than Teacher Warrod?” “Then it’s certainly worth visiting.” Mirajane’s eyes widened in surprise.
To her, Warrod was already an invincible existence.
So she was very interested in just how strong Wolfheim, whom Teacher Warrod had evaluated so highly, actually was.
“Hahaha, good…” Warrod smiled in his heart and thought, “Wolfheim, Wolfheim!
You now owe me a great debt.
I found you four disciples of extraordinary talent all at once…
Honestly, I even feel a little jealous of Igor and Mirajane’s talent.” “Teacher Warrod, we must take action as soon as possible.
If you would tell us Elder Wolfheim’s current location, we will depart immediately…” After thinking for a while, Igor decided to first obtain a map showing Wolfheim’s location from Warrod, then plan a safe route.
“That old Wolfheim is no longer in the Fiore Kingdom.
He’s living in seclusion in the largest magic beast forest in the southern Ishgar Continent…” Warrod turned toward Igor and told him the place where Wolfheim was living in seclusion.
“Isn’t that a bit too much?” When Igor learned that Wolfheim was actually not within the territory of the “Fiore Kingdom,” he immediately looked worried.
Hmm, the Ishgar Continent is too vast… The Fiore Kingdom had an area comparable to Australia and was merely a small permanently neutral country located in the western part of the Ishgar Continent, with a permanent population of less than 20 million.
Yes — the Fiore Kingdom was roughly equal to Australia in area and population, and because the climate was warm, it was one of the most livable countries on the continent.
“Don’t worry.
I will personally guide you.” Warrod smiled, indicating that Igor need not worry at all about going to the monster forest where Wolfheim was.
“What does that mean?” After a moment of surprise, Igor seemed to sense something.
“You four, follow me…” Warrod waved at Igor, Mirajane, and the others, then led them from the “Tree Fortress” out to the square outside.
He pointed to a corner of the square and said with a laugh, “Now, everyone stand here.” “Understood.” Guided by Warrod, Igor, Mirajane, Elfman, and Lisanna immediately stood in the vacant lot Warrod indicated.
“Everyone ready, we’re going!” Once everyone was in position, Warrod smiled and waved his hand, and a deep green magic circle gradually appeared at their feet.
“BOOM!!” The next instant, accompanied by an earsplitting roar, gigantic vines suddenly appeared from under the feet of Igor, Mirajane, Elfman, and Lisanna.
The vines gently lifted Igor and his companions, then stretched vigorously toward the clouds and rapidly spread far into the distance.