Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys

Seeing this system prompt, Rein's smile became even more brilliant.

To actually have two talent points.

This meant that even with intermediate talents, he could now upgrade.

But now, it was not the time to consider allocating points.

At the moment, his physical condition was also a bit off, with the enemy's evil flames, like an incurable disease, still causing continuous damage inside his body.

So, Rein could only let his three combat pets endure another burden that was too heavy to bear.

As the eagle, dog, and horse rushed into the ruins, Rein cast lv3 'Beastly Vitality,' and finally felt a lot better.

At that time, Rein spotted something and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He walked over and took the Blue and White Warhammer, which had belonged to Mong, into his hands.

Besides the weight of the warhammer, Rein also felt a distinct sense of resistance.

It was as if the warhammer in his hand was alive, possessing its own consciousness, and did not recognize its new owner.

Rein lifted the warhammer to his chest and scrutinized it carefully.

At the base of the handle, he saw complex blue and white patterns that seemed like runes, probably serving some special purpose.

As for the head of the hammer, there were no special patterns.

It had a square shape, with blue on the left and right sides and silver-white on the other four, the only feeling being one of extreme solidity and heaviness.

Thinking for a moment, Rein tried to use his innate wizardry 'Metal Morphing Spell,' but the warhammer clearly emitted a faint blue and white glow, isolating the metallic energy particles on the outside.

The transformation failed!

This only made Rein more interested.

Clearly, this Warhammer was no ordinary item.

It felt to be of a higher tier than his 'Skull Warhammer,' which had shattered into dust.

Although he couldn't unravel the secrets of this Warhammer at the moment, Rein was not worried.

Because within the vast Sword Bearers organization, there were bound to be people who could solve this problem.

Thinking it over, Rein held the Blue and White Warhammer in his right hand, and with his left, he grasped Mong's ankle and dragged the tall and heavy corpse, step by step, out of the rubble of the villa's auxiliary building.

When Rein emerged, all those present involuntarily stopped their battles, whether it was the Cult of Black Flames led by Freeman or the guards led by Langgeler and Viscount Philke.

At that moment, the looks in their eyes, filled with disbelief and shock, turned toward Rein!

The Cult of Black Flames' monks, with eyes wide open, kept glancing back and forth at the tall body Rein was dragging. It was indeed without a doubt the ancient hero Mong.

But how could this possibly be?

This was one of the Epic warriors rarely seen in the history of the church!

To die at the hands of a young imperial soldier!

Not even the fantasy fairy tale scripts of Wandering Bards would dare to write something like this.

For a hero to fight a dragon, that hero must have extraordinary battle achievements, right?

Otherwise, a script where a farmer kills the dragon with a pitchfork would surely be met with rotting eggs thrown by the audience.

To the hearts of the Cult of Black Flames, what difference was there between Rein and Mong compared to a farmer and a dragon?

...

Langgeler and Viscount Philke were also shocked by this scene!

While they internally didn't wish for Rein's defeat, to tell the truth, they also basically hadn't thought Rein could win.

After all, they saw that possibility as too slim.

Their greatest hope for Rein was that he could delay the Cult's ancient legendary warrior for as long as possible.

If he could hold out until the imperial reinforcements arrived, nothing would be better.

But in their view, that too was wishful thinking.

In other words, they never truly thought Rein could win!

But now, the development of events had far exceeded their expectations.

Could it be... he won?

Langgeler remembered very clearly, just yesterday Flay had told him that Rein, despite being a Golden-rank Sword Bearer captain, had actually only joined the Mingster Province Sword Bearers Branch less than two months ago.

And yet such a near-newcomer had killed an ancient Cult legendary warrior?

This was no longer a matter of 'this child will surely become great' to describe Rein.

It had become 'this child has already become great'!

...

Cleya, guarding the entrance of the mansion, was also open-mouthed and wide-eyed, at a loss for what to say as she stared at Rein.

Just two hours ago, she had handed Rein a manuscript about comprehending the glory of Will, handwritten by her own ancestors; could it be that Rein turned around and killed a legendary warrior of the Cult?

This...

Cleya felt her head spinning and couldn't quite understand it.

...

And the guards within Earl Habbs Mansion at that moment, their eyes filled with complete respect and a hint of fear towards Rein, which was a world away from when Rein had just taken charge of the mansion's security, a completely different attitude.

Many of the guards recalled their initial doubts and couldn't help but blush slightly!

Now, looking at this familiar figure, they felt an indescribable sense of security.

...

Suddenly, Freeman in the field shuddered and finally snapped to his senses!

If he didn't leave now, he feared he would not be able to at all.

He shouted loudly, "Retreat!" and quickly crushed something, creating a thick fog out of nowhere.

And the Black Flames monks, who had lost all will to fight, also immediately took out similar smoke grenade-like items and threw them to the ground.

Suddenly, the garden was shrouded in smoke!

But vaguely, one could still discern the surviving Black Flames monks fleeing erratically toward the tunnel entrance previously dug by the Earth Snake.