Practicing control over physical strength was of the utmost urgency!
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Angel had been training for less than three hours when he suddenly heard Greerwu’s shout from outside.
Drenched in sweat, Angel used a Cleansing Spell and walked out wearing his wizard’s robe.
As soon as he stepped out, Angel was taken aback.
The atmosphere in the hall was eerily and oddly silent at the moment.
Greerwu and Popota stood on the edge, while Wodell, dressed in a gray robe, stood silently in the middle of the hall, not saying a word.
The silence was broken only when Angel came out.
Wodell bowed slightly to Angel, “Savior Your Excellency.”
Angel had tried many times to get Wodell to change the address, but the latter had not heeded him, and Angel no longer dissuaded him. After all, everyone had their own way of addressing, “Lord Wodell, is something the matter?”
“I feel that Garm seems to be showing signs of awakening.”
Upon receiving this message, both Greerwu and Popota immediately showed joy in their eyes, exchanging looks… Greerwu’s smile disappeared in an instant as he huffed, turned his head away, and stopped paying attention to Popota.
Angel replied calmly, “Please lead the way, Lord Wodell.”
“Please follow me.”
Since they had been there for barely a day and had nothing to pack up, the group filed out, following Wodell towards the chapel beneath.
Wodell walked at the forefront, Angel in the middle, and Greerwu and Popota at the rear.
Descending down the winding staircase, Angel’s expression seemed indifferent, but his eyes flickered with doubt.
He didn’t awaken earlier or later, but just as he had agreed to Wodell’s conditions, Garm woke up. Angel didn’t believe in such coincidences.
The likelihood was that if he hadn’t agreed to Wodell’s request, perhaps Garm might have slept until death.
The possibility was quite high.
Although Angel was inwardly critical, he didn’t voice it out loud, especially since they were still within Wodell’s territory.
Soon, they arrived at the grand hall of the prayer chapel, a vast and towering structure. In front of the hall, there was a statue.
The statue depicted a muscular man sitting on a throne, holding a broken sword, his head bowed in thought.
Even though it was just a statue, it gave them a very peculiar experience.
It was as if by looking at this statue, they saw a towering figure standing alone in the wilderness, bravely facing the countless demons from heaven and earth!
After a long while, this vision slowly dissipated.
At that moment, Wodell quietly observed the grand statue, his eyes filled with longing and reminiscence, “He is the strongest among our Indigenous People, the former King of the Ancient Frost—Kansamovich.”
When Wodell pronounced his name, no one felt surprised. Only a legendary hero like him could possibly single-handedly fight so many demons.
“The prayer chapel is so named because Kansamovich is the spiritual pillar of our Indigenous People. Numerous people come here to pray to him… I wonder if the Indigenous People from the outside world still remember him?”
Popota: “I spent some time on Undying Street and had contact with the Indigenous People there. During that period, I didn’t hear any of the Indigenous People mention his name.”
Upon hearing this, Wodell sighed softly, “Time does indeed make people forget everything.”