After realising that the crimson, flame-like seed in the troll priest's hand had a very high chance of being a Mythical-tier seed, Ciel's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate violently. He hadn't expected to obtain such a clue this time.

A Mythical-tier seed... one could imagine how extraordinary its rewards would be. No matter what ability reached the Mythical tier, it would create a vast difference from the Legendary tier. If he could cultivate it to maturity, it could be said that he would directly ascend to greatness in one step.

After taking a deep breath, his eyes showed determination. This trip to the Forbidden Forest seemed unavoidable. The opportunity to obtain a Mythical-tier seed was right before him. If he missed it, he might never have another chance in this lifetime!

However, he was by no means someone whose judgement was clouded by profit. Before deciding to act, a series of considerations quickly surfaced in his mind.

"This entry into the Forbidden Forest is mainly to subjugate troll tribes and obtain that Mythical-tier fruit in the troll priest's hands. Ordinary trolls no longer pose a threat to me. The main threat will come from the troll priest. But even if it possesses a higher concentration of the Titan Giant bloodline, in the troll's memory it was already extremely old. At least a dozen years have passed... it will have deteriorated even more. In close combat, I absolutely won't be afraid. As for magical abilities..."

His eyes flashed with some wariness. What the troll priest had displayed in the memory was extremely high-tier Transfiguration. But fortunately, it claimed the bloodline source of Forbidden Forest trolls was the Fire God from the Olympian era. The magic it displayed was all related to flames.

Perfect... flames happened to be one of the few things he feared least. Legendary-tier heat resistance and drought tolerance abilities were no joke! Combined with his current tremendous progress in Legendary life and other abilities, the difficulty of burning him to death was extraordinarily high.

After calculating these factors in his mind, he felt more confident. But to be safe, after pondering for a moment, he still walked toward Snape's office. He remembered that in the original story, before the final obstacle of the Philosopher's Stone, there was a door blocked by Fiendfyre.

But Harry passed through this door unharmed after drinking a potion. This potion was definitely Snape's handiwork. If it could provide immunity even to Fiendfyre, one could imagine what tier of fire resistance this potion could achieve.

If he could obtain this potion, combined with his existing fire resistance, he felt his fire resistance could approach Mythical tier for a short time. He might even be able to withstand Dumbledore's Fire Path without dying!

When he arrived at Snape's office and explained his purpose, Snape frowned. "You want a bottle of Ice Crystal Potion? Do you know how difficult this potion is to brew? What do you need it for? Are you planning to swim in a volcano?"

But moments later, Snape snorted coldly. He turned and carefully took out a small black bottle from his potion cabinet, handing it to him.

"All the stock I have is here. If I hadn't prepared extra beforehand, you wouldn't have any even if you wanted it."

Then Snape looked him up and down and handed him another bag. "I don't know what you're going to do. But you little badger probably know what you're doing. Go ahead; I don't have time to worry about young wizard affairs."

After he left Snape's office, his gaze fell on the bag in his hands. He found it contained various healing potions. Without exaggeration, unless killed instantly by a Killing Curse, after drinking these potions, it would truly be difficult to die even if one wanted to!

His eyes showed some gratitude. Then he began walking toward the Forbidden Forest. With the Ice Crystal potion and these healing potions, he could truly say he was foolproof.

After entering the Forbidden Forest, he didn't rush deeper but quietly waited for the appointed time. More than ten minutes later, an explosion echoed throughout the nearby area. Eugene arrived with a troll via Apparition.

"Master Sprout. I've brought the troll."

Eugene bowed to him. After he nodded, his gaze fell on the troll. Obviously, returning to the Forbidden Forest from the island after so long left the troll quite bewildered. Even its small eyes showed fear.

He could sense waves of worry emanating from it, as if it feared it had been expelled from Sprout Island. Even more worried that the other trolls would also be sent back to live precarious lives again.

"Gronnak..."

The troll made such confused sounds, tears almost falling from its small eyes. He felt helpless. He waved his wand and cast a Troll Communication Charm. Then he heard the troll's aggrieved mental fluctuations.

"King. Don't send me away. I can eat less. I'll work more."

He sighed and explained to it gently. "I'm not sending you away. I hope you'll take me to meet your Forbidden Forest kin. Sprout Island has many empty spaces, enough for many trolls to live. Later we can develop new islands, enough for the entire Forbidden Forest troll population to move there and never have to wander homeless again."

The troll sensed the mental fluctuations he sent. Immediately, its impoverished mental world was completely filled with wild joy and worship.

"Gronnak! Gronnak!"

The troll made joyful roars. "The legend is true. The Troll King will lead us to a new life. We trolls will surely rise again. King!"

Then the troll carefully extended its palm, allowing him to step on its arm and stand on its broad shoulders. After that, the troll strode forward in the Forbidden Forest, heading toward where all trolls were gathering.

Meanwhile, in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, in an open area, a massive, dancing flame, substantial as matter, floated above the ground. Heatwaves rolled, scorching and oppressive. Even the troll stench that shrouded the surroundings was burnt clean by these heatwaves.

In the crackling sounds of flames burning air, ancient incantations mixed with voices reciting mythological verses echoed here. The flames also illuminated the dancing giant figures around them. Frenzied dancing, revering and worshipping the flames.

This scene seemed to bring this place back to the ancient Olympian era, back to the Fire God's sacrificial festival. But if someone observed carefully here, they would discover that the trolls dancing around the flames, rather than worshipping the Fire God, were clumsily imitating various ritual ceremonies under the command of an aged troll.

Even they might not know what they were doing. On a platform built of earth, the troll priest he had witnessed in the troll's memory had aged even more. It watched the scene below with desolate eyes, feeling sadness spreading from the depths of its bloodline.

The once incredibly powerful Olympian gods who ruled the world and were revered as deities... after that era ended, their bloodline descendants had fallen to this state. Only it alone could still maintain higher intelligence and some magic.

But for itself, this was unknown, whether fortune or curse. Immense sadness flashed through its eyes, making it feel waves of fatigue. But soon, it still supported itself with its staff and slowly stood up.

"Today is the last day of the Fire God Festival. By custom, it's time to see if among the newborn kinsmen there exists one who can lead the tribe to rise again."

The troll priest's eyes were full of hope. It could feel its end was approaching. But one prophecy always supported it... that the legendary Troll King, the Unburnt, the Titan Giant inheritor, would appear. The troll tribe would begin its path to revival because of him.

"Centaur prophecies are never wrong. This king will surely come. I will definitely wait for him."

The next moment, the troll priest opened its palm. A dancing firelight appeared before all trolls. It was precisely the flame-like crimson fruit he had seen in the troll's memory. When this fruit appeared, even the stupid trolls felt instinctive awe.

The Titan Giant bloodline within them, diluted to perhaps incalculable levels, told them this seed was related to a great and noble existence. All trolls bowed their heads. As the troll priest struck its staff:

"Offer your blood."

The trolls unhesitatingly tore open their fingers. Large masses of fresh blood gushed out. The troll priest's eyes also showed longing, trying to see if any young troll's bloodline could resonate with the seed in its hands.

If so, even if not the prophesied king who could lead trolls to rise, at least the Forbidden Forest troll tribe could produce another priest to pass down troll history. Perhaps it could replace itself and wait for that king's arrival.

But what made the troll priest despair was that after gathering all troll settlements from the Forbidden Forest, not a drop of their blood could make the seed in its hands resonate. Instantly, the troll priest wept in despair.

Would it be the last priest who still remembered troll history? After its death, would trolls completely become despicable livestock, no different from those magical creatures?

But just then, the flame-like seed in its hands burst forth with much more intense light than before, flames swaying and leaning toward one direction. Seeing this scene, the troll priest was like seeing a ray of light in despair. Its trembling gaze looked toward where the firelight danced.

Then, in the dense forest, a tall, sturdy figure strode through trees, walking toward here. The troll priest looked at this troll, its eyes lighting up. Good! Strong, sturdy! Vigorous, walking with power, intelligent gaze... This one had Titan Giant potential. The one causing this seed's anomaly must be it, the future Troll King!

But the next moment, when the troll priest's dim eyes clearly saw this troll's appearance, its expression suddenly stiffened. It had discovered a wizard's figure standing on the troll's shoulders. From this appearance alone, this troll had clearly been subjugated by a wizard.

It even used its palms to brush away branches in mid-air to prevent them from hitting the wizard while traversing the forest. This discovery immediately made the troll priest's expression shift from stiff to furious.

"Which tribe are you from? You've betrayed ancestral glory and bloodline honour, actually kneeling and bowing to human wizards. I command you... throw him down, crush him, purify your sins before the sacred flame!"

The troll priest's voice rang out from the platform. At the same time, the flames floating on the ground surged violently. Scorching heat waves spread around, making even the trolls unable to endure them, scattering in all directions.

At this moment, these dancing flames transformed into ancient, magnificent giant figures that seemed to support heaven and earth, roaring at the unfilial descendant ahead. The troll beside him suddenly felt intense oppressive force from its bloodline, as if the bloodline was telling it to kneel down and obey the troll priest's commands.

Its thick palm slowly lifted, moving toward him. He narrowed his eyes, slowly gripping his wand. His muscles writhed, bones making slight creaking sounds. He was ready for combat.

The troll priest's eyes showed some satisfaction. If this troll could really crush this human wizard, then slight shame would merely be the prelude to ascending the throne. Kings should experience legends!

But the next second, both the troll priest and he froze. Because the troll he stood on... its slowly extending thick palm was tightly grasped by its other palm. Then, as if resisting the instinct to kneel and obey from its bloodline, the troll roared skyward.

It forcibly broke its own wrist. Even with a troll's vitality, this hand would be useless for a short time, much less do anything to him. At the same time, under this severe pain's stimulation, the troll's bent knees slowly stood up.

It even spoke the most fluent words to date: "He is. Gronnak! I will not harm the king I follow!"