Enoak Desert, Sultanza City.
"Welcome to my wizard tower, the elves from Cormanso."
The Supreme King's Hand Hajjhona stood in the middle of the room, his long hair shining with a black sheen under the moonlight that shone through the tower window.
He smiled, but it was a cruel smile, hiding the secret of ulterior motives, "You should be honored when I invite you over because I will experiment with my latest research on your body."
"I'm not afraid of your evil witchcraft, it will have no effect on me." The cold-faced elves asked, "Tell me where are the three elves and sages you invited?"
Hajjhona's scheming eyes moved towards the elf's sword.
His behavior was very calm and he had no fear at all, but he still found that the muscles on the elf's face were trembling slightly due to a slight fear.
"So that's how it is." Hajjhona smiled and nodded, and then gave an order in a slightly cold tone, "Ryze! Get my new baby."
The kobold hurriedly ran out of a dark niche, holding a small gold box of exquisitely crafted craftsmanship.
Hajjhona snatched the box from its skinny claws, "You're always slow, Riz."
He scolded him, casually pointing a finger at the dog-headed man, and a red light suddenly burst out from his fingertips hit Reitz's chest, pounding it hard against the wall.
The dog-headed man screamed in pain, curled up on the cold floor, his eyes full of pain.
Hajjhona looked down on the pain of his servants, and opened the box and took out a gem from it, which was crystal clear and shiny.
"All ordinary people die." He hissed, "but I have discovered the way to immortality."
"You will die tonight, elves." He said coldly with the gem in his hand, "and I will continue on this road."
The elf was startled and suddenly rushed out with force, thrusting his sword.
Hajjhona took two steps back calmly. When the elf was about to raise his sword to stab him in the chest, he threw the gem into the air, stretched out a hand, pointed at the elf's body, and at the same time, strange and vague words were made in his mouth, like stagnant water ripples.
The attacking elf suddenly felt as if he was being held tightly by an invisible big hand, and even breathing became very difficult.
His handsome face was twisted by pain, his blood seemed to freeze in his blood vessels, and his vision began to blur.
After a while, his whole body trembled due to the cold, his knees became weak, and he fell to the ground, as if the warmth on his body was sucked completely.
In a daze, the elf saw a spark of vitality appearing on the shining gem in the air, flowing from him to Hajjhona.
Hajjhona laughed, his face full of redness and full of energy.
This is the "Iolum Eternal Life Technique" he has improved. He is sucking the life of the elves, and it is obviously about to suck it dry for his own use.
The Comanso elf who was tricked into the mage tower by him tried to shout, but the sound he made was not even a moan.
He struggled to move, but his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
"Haj Horner!"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice screamed, "Fuck you! This will be the last time you hit me, or hurt someone else."
Hajjhona raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the dog-headed man.
But magical energy was still flowing to him continuously, the spirit of the elf was dissipated, and his agile and upright body was shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The dog-headed man took out a black serrated knife with dazzling magical aura from its dirty torn clothes and roared: "I thought I was as agile and powerful as an elves, handsome and handsome as an elves, and was very handsome. He was intimidated by some parts of the Cormanso Forest and attracted countless beautiful elves..."
Ruici spat, his voice full of resentment, "Later you fucked me into this... this weird look. For a long time, I have been suffering and humiliation as your slave."
The hatred that had been suppressed for many years was like the two spindle-shaped eyes of the dog-headed man burning, "But now, I can't bear it anymore!"
After the dog-headed man finished speaking, he raised his dagger and took a threatening step towards the Supreme King's hand.
"Stop!" Hajjhona, who was maintaining his spell, raised his hand and shouted.
Rez stopped suddenly with a sudden tremor. It snorted contemptuously and wanted to stab the dagger with dazzling light at Hajjhona, but its arms trembled and froze in the air.
"Ryze, you are so stupid." Hajjhona laughed cruelly, "Have you forgotten the magic that restricts your loyalty to me? Then please allow me to remind you."
He made a slash with his hand, and Ryz croaked in pain.
The kobold was like some strange puppet, imitating Hajj Horner's movements and inserted the dagger directly into his chest.
The dog-headed man shouted out in pain again, and then he collapsed motionlessly in a dark pool of blood that was inauspicious.
Hajjhona stared at his servant, enjoying its pain with satisfaction.
At the same time, the magic of absorbing elves is coming to an end.
As Hajjhona withdrew his hand, the elf's shriveled body turned into a pile of dust and disappeared without a trace.
After enjoying the pleasure of increasing lifespan, the Supreme King's hand will fall into the gems that fall into the palm of his hand and carefully put them into the gold box.
His satisfied expression gradually became solemn as he closed the box.
For extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive magic research, the life of this species of humans is too short, although the caster can continue his existence by transforming into lichs, demon soul pots, cloning techniques and other means.
But Hajjhorner believes that most of these spells and methods require the caster to pay a huge price or face unpredictable consequences.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! During the period of the Naseril Empire, the immortality technique developed by the famous great arcane Iolum changed all this.
Iolum Technique for Eternity.
A spell called the cornerstone of the Naserrel civilization.
This powerful spell allows arcane sectists to live in the world with their pure human body and mind, and have nearly infinite time to conduct their own research.
And finally together they created Naserel, a magical empire belonging to humans.
However, with the destruction of the empire and the changes in the rules of the magic net, this magic that can prolong life without paying any price has gradually been forgotten.
While Hargehoner felt deeply sorry, he never gave up on studying and improving this spell from beginning to end.
Centuries of research have made him fully understand that the core element of Iolum's immortality technique is actually destruction.
Because every living creature killed by the Eolum Age can extend the lifespan of the caster.
Therefore, in order to obtain his lifespan, he had to maintain this life-extending spell that he had improved.
However, with each use, he clearly felt that the power of the longevity magic was gradually weakening, forcing him to find a powerful longevity race to maintain his lifespan.
Doing this is more like drinking poison to quench thirst.
One day, he will have to transform into a lich because he cannot maintain it, or use other costly longevity magic to maintain his life.
This is undoubtedly what he is most reluctant to face.
As a spellcaster, as his strength continues to improve, he has long known that only a pure body and mind are the most correct way to explore the truth of arcane.
Otherwise, Iolum, Laroc, Owo, and others who were once the old empire who survived by chance and turned into a lich would be his future fate.
Because these lichs have to spend a lot of energy to fight the danger of mental loss, so that they only have a small amount of time to explore the truth of the arcane.
"Color-resistant scroll!" Hajj Horner quickly clarified his ideas and understood what to do next.
Only the secret knowledge recorded in the color-abiding scroll can help him further improve the Iolum Technique.
"However, before heading to the ruins of Mis Zorno in Cormanso, the problem must be solved first." He walked to the window of the tower, looked to the south of the desert, and murmured to himself.
The capture of Mokou Town and the occupation of the Kingdom of Cormier was a task assigned to him by the Supreme King.
Not only him, but all the ghost princes in Sultanza City also received similar instructions.
After all, the governance of the desert cannot be accomplished overnight. To revive the former glory of the Arcane Empire, they need huge resources and rich territory.
Except for the Kingdom of Cormier in the south of the Enoak Desert, the Silver Moon Alliance and the Winterless City to the west, the Cormanso, Sambia and the Valley to the south, all of them are the targets that the Ghost Empire needs to conquer in the future.
However, other ghost princes have made considerable progress. The five princes in charge of Sambiya have even penetrated their own power into the royal family of this commercial kingdom.
The Kingdom of Cormier, which he and Desude were responsible for, did not even take down Mokou Town.
The reason for this is not only the Prince Desud who was indifferent to this matter from beginning to end, but also the reason for not taking it seriously with Hajjhona himself.
This time, he had to temporarily hold on to the urgent mood of finding the color-resistant scroll and take the lead in completing the task assigned by the Supreme King.
Obtaining Mokou Town, and using this as a springboard to invade the entire Cormier Kingdom, this is his next plan.
He had learned at the first time that Mokou Town was occupied by a half-elf wizard named Brian.
Although the sudden appearance of the lord of Mokou Town was not very strong, the timing of his appearance and the efficiency of occupying Mokou Town were so fast that he didn't even react.
What surprised him the most was that the shadow guard assassin Crissana Tanshul, who went to Mokou Town to assassinate him, actually returned in vain.
He still knows Clisanna's strength quite well.
This is a Shadow Guard Assassin who most hopes to enter the legendary realm in recent years.
Moreover, based on the secret channels he had mastered, he also unexpectedly learned that Krisanna had practiced the Nine Sword School inherited from the ancient Eastern Kingdoms.
But even such a Shadow Guard Assassin who is proficient in shadow assassination can't even deal with a wizard of average strength.
"Is it because the female lord of Arab City is secretly helping him?" Hajjhona's eyes turned to the outline of Arab City, the size of an ant in the south of the desert. "If she really takes action, how could I not sense it?"
There is only one explanation, after all, the newly appointed lord of Mokou Town represents the Kingdom of Cormier.
Since he was facing the Kingdom of Cormier, he had to face it and look for cooperative allies.
A dragon that is not a giant dragon...
Hajjhona recalled the future of Ryze and his divination. His clear thinking instantly thought that if he wanted to take over Mokou Town, or even the entire Cormier Kingdom, the fastest way was to assist the Dragon Berlin Cult and help them complete the research on the Dragon Crazy Lock.
When countless dragons rage the Kingdom of Cormier, it is their most suitable invasion time.
The premise of all this is to take down Mokou Town.
Only in this way can he place his army on the border of the Kingdom of Cormier in advance.
Once the Dragon Cult's Dragon Cult's research is successful, he can rush his army to go south and occupy this chaotic kingdom that was ravaged by the giant dragon in one fell swoop.
So...what does an arcane who is not an arcane mean?
Another doubt quickly emerged in Hajjhorner's mind.
The first thing he thought of about the meaning of this sentence was the color-descending old man who had long been transformed into lichs.
"Ryze!" he stared at the void, his expression moved, and shouted, "Help me predict what intersections I have with this new lord named Brian in the future."
In fact, he had already detected it in advance through prophecy spells.
It failed as if there was no such person in the world.
This reminded him of the Purple Dragon Seal Ring issued by the Cormier royal family.
It is said that the legendary quality Purple Dragon Seal Ring will be personally given a legendary "avoid detection" and "warning" magic by the female lord of Arab City.
But after thinking about it carefully, he felt it was unlikely.
Because he did not think that this new lord who appeared out of thin air could be qualified to obtain this Purple Dragon Seal Ring.
"The future is not visible, tomorrow is unknown, but fate has been settled and cannot be changed." A hoarse voice came from behind Hajjhona.
Ryze, who was covered in blood, slowly stood up, and the dagger was still stuck in its chest.
He grinned, his uneven teeth had been stained with blood, making it look very ferocious.
"I predict your mother's head!"
With a roar of grief and anger, the dog-headed man tried his best to use his last strength, held the dagger inserted into his chest tightly with his rough hands, and pressed it down violently.
Its eyes quickly dimmed, and it fell on its back and fell to the ground without rest.
"Silly stuff!"
Hajjhona looked at the corpse of the kobold in disgust and said coldly, "Although you have revealed nothing to me, your expression indirectly tells me that the new lord must be taken seriously."
"Fate is just the boring masturbation of the loser and the ridicule of the coward. I never want to believe such stupid words as fate has been determined, because my own destiny should be created by myself!"
The Supreme King of the Ghost City raised his hand and kicked Ryze's body into the dark night outside the tower.
Meanwhile, in another ghost tower in the floating city of Sultansa.
Desud Tanshul stood in front of the barrier-filled window with his hands behind his back, staring at the floating clouds that were hiding far away in the desert below.
The floating city is floating over the sea that is lingering in dark clouds all year round.
Once upon a time, this place was called the thirst sandbank, a basin that stretched in all directions for miles and was also a saline-alkali area with extreme moisture.
With the return of the Ghost City, some powerful magic is cast here.
On this poorest land in Torrell's history, a lake that stretches for thousands of square kilometers is created, clear and cold.
On the north shore of the Sea of ​​Shadows, there is a chessboard-like field composed of green leaves, yellow wheat and brown earth, rich in color.
The desert storm that engulfed the land had stopped, a bright moon hung in the sky, and the silver moonlight shone on the fields, and some seemed so fresh and pure.
The ghost prince Desu, as usual, just returned from the judgement hall, so he wore an office uniform from the Naserel's ancient empire:
A straight black robe, a pair of long-sleeved black shirts embroidered with gold thread on the left chest, a gold belt tied around the waist, a mask hanging on it, and a smooth round ivory product.
His body was young and his hair was thick and black, thanks to the magic that resisted aging, but his shoulders sag heavily due to centuries of magic research, revealing his true age.
The ghost prince left the window and began to examine the gem that had been holding behind him just now: a blood-red ruby ​​the size of a fist.
The carving angles on all sides of the gem are very strange, as if they want to be self-enclosed.
Floating in the center is a slightly twisted ghostly existence.
This person is the soul of the arcane who Desoud had just convicted of murder in the judgment hall.
The arcane, who might have been two holes in his eyes, was looking out sadly from the walls of Crystal Prison.
"Death penalty!" The ghost prince Desude said to the gem, repeating the verdict he had just given, "You cannot be resurrected within fifty years."
Then he placed the ruby ​​into one of the thirty-six niches in the wall.
Behind Desud, a constituent creature—a slightly human-shaped monster with green leathery skin, a pair of huge bat-like ears and a pair of shiny black eyes.
The consummate creature hummed slightly, its leathery wings wrapped themselves like a cloak, making a gesture of contempt with its webbed fingers.
"Horn is a cruel bastard." The constructed creature said in a squeaky voice, which was a kind of speech that only Desud could understand.
"He slowly killed the cat and enjoyed its torture process, and you should give him five hundred years in prison, not fifty years."
Desude looked down at the constructed creature, and even if he stood straight, the creature would not be higher than his knees.
It is made of Desu's own blood and is made by alchemy.
Therefore, there is a continuous spiritual connection between it and its owner.
Since it was created, it has been a priceless tool, helping DeSude in the Floating City Justice Department.
"Fifty years are the punishment for killing demon pets stipulated by law." Desude said quietly.
"This is not fair!" the constructed creature whined: "The hybrid Horn will be free in fifty years, and poor..."
The constructed creature reached out to the ruby, intending to shake it hard to vent its dissatisfaction.
Even if this does not harm the gems or the soul inside, etiquette and law must be maintained.
Desude forced his consciousness into the mind of the constructed creature and twisted its arm down violently.
The organism curled up in anger and took care of its dislocated shoulders.
Desud looked down at the face of the constructed creature with expressionless expression, like a judge's mask hanging from a belt.
He flicked his finger and performed a structural repair technique on it.
A moment later, he heard a rush knock at the door.
He issued a silent command with his fingers, and the constructed creature was nervous and crawled under a table and hid.
When Desude first used illusion to block its existence, and then popped up a spark of magical energy in the direction of the door, it kept looking at it with its big glittering eyes.
"Please come in."
The person who pushed the door was Judge Froye, the woman with long black hair, had deep crepes on her forehead.
She was wearing a judge's black dress and a black shirt, and a pair of ivory masks were also placed on her belt.
"His Excellency Desoud," she said, "I'm sorry to bother you so soon after you end a sentence, but there is a case that requires your ruling."
There was a small fist beating under the table in anger, but it was not heard.
"What accusation?" Desu asked without emotion.
"The crime of espionage - specifically, the crime of stealing state secrets. Under the direct commission of the Supreme King, the arcane Putech is studying a method of reversing one of his spells. The Supreme King hopes that the reversed spells will be helpful for further deciphering the color-resistant scroll. However, Putech's research notes on the project were stolen."
Desu nodded.
Not long ago, the Supreme King revealed to him the details of this special research plan.
Putek is trying to reverse his secret manuscript, which can make magical documents uninterpreted, and only those who know how to decrypt the command spell can read it.
If he successfully reverses this spell - assuming that the color-resistant scroll is gathered again - then having this spell will be the first to understand the secrets of the scroll.
In this way, the five "Secret Discourse" scrolls on the creation of artifacts stored in the Tower of Karthas will be further deciphered.
This case is indeed very important, but the ghost prince did not want to go to trial it himself at this time.
Because compared to what he will do next, this means nothing to him.
"Senior Judge Luce Winta is eligible for such death penalty cases." He proposed to the other party.
The wrinkles on Judge Froye's face became deeper.
"He has heard the case but is unable to make a ruling. He said the trial will involve a question of magical knowledge that only the Supreme Court can answer - and the testimony itself is an unsolvable puzzle."
The organism sat up, of course only Desude could see it, its ears were pricked up and its eyes were glowing.
Puzzle?
It seemed as if she had heard the repeated question too.
Judge Froye continued: "There are two defendants in this case, and Senior Judge Wenta said that the judgment of which one is guilty is like choosing between reflection and mirror."
What does he mean?
Desude lowered his head and asked, "Where is the trial of this case?"
"In the Spiral Court, the court has been temporarily adjourned, and Senior Judge Wenta is waiting for you there."
Desude nodded slightly and said with displeasure, "Please notify the senior judge Wenta. If you can't even handle this case, my niche will leave a place for him and welcome him to stay."
"I understand, take your leave." A hint of surprise appeared in Judge Froye's eyes, then leaned over and bowed, and left directly.
"What's wrong with you lately?" The constructed creature came out from under the table. "You've become so lazy about your work since Krisanna brought back a letter."
"Because I have something more important to confirm myself at the moment, and I don't want to be distracted."
Desude frowned, sat back on the chair, picked up the sheepskin scroll on the table, and studied it carefully.
At this moment, a shadow appeared out of thin air, and Shadow Guard Assassin Clisanna appeared in front of the ghost prince.
"Father." Krisanna, who was hiding in the black cloak, said ruthlessly, "What's the matter with me?"
"I have read the letter that the half-elf wizard has entrusted you to me." Desude put down the sheepskin scroll in his hand and said in the same tone, "I need to confirm some details myself."
"What details?" Seeing his father's solemn expression, Krisanna knew that the value of this letter was not as simple as she imagined.
This made her begin to doubt the true identity of the half-elf wizard who appeared out of thin air.
"I want to know how you became the other party's captive, the more detailed the better." Desu stared at his child intently. "I learned from Hajjhona that the other party is just a battle mage who masters spells to the fifth rings. I believe you are not the kind of person with eyes on the top of your head."
"He arranged the flash array and the dimensional imprisonment array in his room in advance." Recalling his unbearable memory, Krisanna gritted her teeth and said evading lightly and seriously, "This kind of array completely lost my shadow and ability to escape."
"I'm afraid this won't hurt you."
The constructed creature interjected, "Can't the swordsmanship of the Shadow Hand School even handle a combat mage who is only at the second level? If that's true, then I suggest that the army of Yinhun City take a detour when seeing the war mage army in the Kingdom of Cormier and even fart."
"It's right." Desude nodded slightly, expressing his agreement.
"He can release the Five Rings Spell in an instant." Krisanna was silent for a long time, and when the constructed creature was already impatiently spinning around in the spot, she spoke:
"A war mage who can only release the five-ring magic at the highest level can instantly fire the five-ring spell, which is incredible in itself."
"It's true." Desude nodded expressionlessly and said:
"If I expected it would be right, you have mastered the most powerful swordsman technique of the Shadow Hand School, "Five Shadows" and don't tell me, you don't even have the chance to release it."
"Yes, yes." The constructed creature flew into the air, and was caught by Desu's eyes again, and quickly landed on the ground to answer, "I have seen the lady kill a warrior with her own eyes with this move."
"His flash array weakened most of my damage."
Krisanna replied, "I can feel that his method of setting up magic circles is not too much for the casters in some legendary fields."
“What makes me most incredible is…”
She suddenly realized something and added: "When my Shadow Hand Swordsman hit him, I felt that my shadow energy was absorbed by the Shadow Magic Net."
“I believe you can’t go wrong with your feelings about the shadows.”
Desude sighed and said thoughtfully, "Mastering the magic circle, mastering the Shadow Magic Net, and being able to instantly emit five-ring spells is definitely not something a combat mage in the Kingdom of Cormier can do."
"Before the empire is destroyed."
The constructed creature said: "Don't arcs cast spells with "arcs". Instant spells are just a matter of how much energy is consumed for them."
"Okay, you go down." Desude waved his hand and signaled Krisanna to retreat.
"But..." Krisanna did not set off. She hesitated for a moment and continued, "This combat mage named Brian has eliminated the power of the Santalin Society and completely occupied Mokou Town in the name of the Kingdom of Cormier."
"You want to say, let me cooperate with Hajjhona to capture this town, right?" Desude stared at the sheepskin scroll on the table, looked at it for a long time, and said in a slightly mocking tone:
"Tell him that if he can't even take a small Mokou Town, even if he is asked to vote for the ownership of the floating city, it will not play a decisive role. After he takes Mokou Town, I will consider joining forces with him to deal with the female lord of Arab City."
"besides!"
Desuke called out Clisanna, who was about to leave, "I need to go to the violent forest in the north personally to confirm something. During this period, I hope you can stay in the tower calmly and not participate in any action, including the assassination of the lord of Mokou Town."
"Why!?"
Krisanna asked in a slightly cold tone, "He killed Natasha and took away the swordsmanship of the Mofeng Sect. I must avenge this revenge."
"Well, if I say this is for your safety, you will definitely not believe it." Desude looked at his child with cold eyes, and said in a unquestionable tone:
"Then I'll tell the truth, because I'm not sure whether Brian is my enemy or ally. As for the lost Mofeng Sword Skill, it's not an irrelevant thing. Besides, you've never thought of going to the Xianglong Empire to find the Nine Sword Temple."
"I understand. I will stay in the tower and never go out for a second." Krisanna said coldly, turning into a shadow and disappearing.
"Why, the relationship is so stiff." Constructed creatures smacked their lips in a humanized manner and smiled: "Why are you going to the violent forest to confirm what's going on?"
"Niseriel calendar, the age of haze, the year of the broken magic net."
Chapter completed!