"What is elemental magic? Complicated incantations and inexplicable summaries of rules? If it's so troublesome, how can magical beasts like us, who don't even have a written inheritance, use it? "
A warm voice sounded in the hall, attracting the attention of all the listeners. The Ice Dragon's gigantic body spread out so that no one could see its borders. With its eyes closed, the Ice Dragon slowly explained its understanding of magic.
"Magic. Magic is strange and unimaginable, while magic represents rules and influences on the world. When put together, it is to change reality through unimaginable means. Currently, the mainstream masters of magic were undoubtedly human archmages. Their magic originated from the elves. Of course, compared to the elves' era where the elves primarily focused on the four major elements, the elves had improved immeasurably. However, their research methods and techniques were still passed down from generation to generation. The most obvious proof was that the elves all emphasized various complicated hand gestures, incantations, and rituals. But if you ask me, those messy things are really unnecessary. "
The melodious voice was like a musical note. The Ice Phoenix rested on the forehead of the huge Ice Dragon, but as the top of the snow elves, her mere presence caused the snowflakes in the sky to fall slowly.
"Those long ears are a bunch of paranoid people. They are sensitive and paranoid, stubbornly believing that magic is also a kind of craft that can be explained, and created a bunch of messy runes. But I have to say, they really came up with something. But it's a pity that they lost the source of magic from the beginning. "
The deep voice was full of sarcasm and disdain. The Magic Lion of Ice lay on the back of the Ice Phoenix. Its gigantic body was like a small cat in comparison to the even larger behemoth.
"Humans learn from elves, elves learn from nature … Hehe, isn't the so-called nature us natural magical beasts and elemental creatures? It's a pity that they didn't learn the basics, but from the moment they chose to research instead of understanding, they are getting further and further away from the truth. "
"The will of a god is a divine technique, and the rage of a Demon Lord is enough to change the entire world. Meanwhile, my Ice Phoenix Asyali Tattoo can create a blizzard that covers the entire mountain range with a single glance. Isn't this the same as using unimaginable power to change reality?"
"Those long ears are used to making things complicated, but they have lost the basics. Only the so-called Legendary-level can condense their own seal of will? Only those at the Saint level could change the world with their will? Hahahaha, what a joke. We've come back to square one. We could have done it from the very beginning. "
"Warlocks with alien bloodlines, special races with all kinds of strange racial talents, are their miraculous powers not magic? Isn't the definition of elves a little too biased? "
"So, youngsters, put aside those unnecessary complications and mysteries. That's not suitable for you. What you need to do is to make up your mind to change the world. Just like this … Liz Slennus! "
As the inexplicable words fell, the will of the ice dragon descended. The might in the air was suffocating. The endless might caused all living beings present to feel instinctive fear. This was the wrath that originated from ancient times.
"Doomsday Dragon Might? What was that? I only released my existence. What does the fear of those little worms have to do with me? I can see that all the weak will have to close their eyes. I have descended, and all the dregs will have to lower their heads. I am angry, and all the despicable will have to kneel. My will is my existence. I am the Dragon of Doom, Excelsius! I am destruction. Beneath my ice wings is the land of the Doomsday. "
The gigantic dragon seemed to be roaring angrily. He was declaring his existence, and the entire mountain range was trembling in fear in response to him.
"Everything comes from the soul. Listen to the voice of your soul, and you'll obtain your own magic. That's the secret most suitable for you. Perhaps it's only a magic spell, but when you truly comprehend it, it can be any magic spell. "
The ice phoenix flapped its wings, and the snowflakes in the sky began to change their forms. Meteors, snowflakes, and snow blades. Fortunately, by the time they landed on the ground, they had already transformed into cute snow dolls. These lively snow dolls actually began to build snowmen with their own bodies. The snow spirits were already alive.
"And in order to distinguish it from those foolish elves, we call it the Origin Magic. Of course, you can also call it natural magic. Ordinary human mages are unable to grasp it, but existences that have condensed a Soul Imprint can use their will to affect the world just like magical beasts. They can try to reach the origin. Roland, do you understand now? "
The Berserk Lion's roar reverberated throughout the entire world. The sound waves actually began to shatter glaciers. The king of Frigid Maw was currently teaching his juniors the true meaning of magic.
Now that I finally understood why the other brats disappeared the moment they heard that class was about to begin, I also began to understand why these three powerful existences were so happy. Even though I was the only listener, I had a pensive expression on my face. Indeed, I was thinking about something.
"Um, can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead. I know that you must have many questions right now. Our magic theories should be completely different from what you've come into contact with in the past."
"Child, relax. We're not scary. From a certain standpoint, we're all family."
"I told you before that human etiquette is meaningless to us. Just tell me directly."
After receiving a positive answer, I nodded and made up my mind. I asked the question that I had been paying attention to since the very beginning of class.
"Um, I'm slightly obsessive. I'm afraid that I won't be able to sleep well tonight if I don't know the answer to this question …"
The gazes of these three top-level existences seemed to cause the air to freeze. Alright, it really did freeze. And so, I finally asked the question.
"Why are you all stacking on top of each other? Is it because you think it's cool? Um, I suddenly feel that it's quite interesting. Can I stand at the highest point? I'm really light. "
"Is that the main point?!"
The gigantic dragon trembled slightly. The ground also trembled slightly.
"You two idiots. What pyramid style, and you even want that old turtle in the lake to join the Four Heavenly Kings? I already said that this position is so ugly!"
"Your way of thinking is just like the Mist King from back in the day. As expected of a descendant of the Mist. But … that's absolutely impossible! How can someone stand on top of my head? "
"Lion head! Then can someone stand on top of our heads? Did you mention this back in the day in order to stand on top of our heads? "
The two of them spoke in unison. Then, they happily started counting down on each other's time.
"Cough, in front of the juniors, you need to care about your face. Apart from this, did you learn anything else?"
The ice phoenix transformed into a streak of light and instantly appeared in front of me.
"… You need to be careful with your nickname, and you need to be even more careful with your lines. Pfft, something like the Dragon of Doom is too embarrassing. 'I am destruction, my wings …' Alright, my lord, please restrain your dragon aura. This name is excellent. It doesn't sound like a chuunibyou at all. "
"Don't you know what chuunibyou is? That's a term used by humans in the outside world. It refers to the moment when a person is so handsome that it's unbearable to look at them. Yep, that period of time is very important to a person. It's the time when they shine the brightest. Whenever they recall it, they'll be so 'excited' that they'll roll on the ground. I think that the nickname 'Chuunibyou Wing' suits you very well … Do you like it!? That's wonderful, Lord Chuunibyou Wing. "
After fooling the new "Lord Chuunibyou Wing," I smiled and waved my hand at the lion head in front of me.
A formless and colorless chill spread out. There was no dazzling magical light, nor was there a shocking sound. There was only a light blue ice crystal dancing in my palm.
"Yep, thank you seniors for your guidance. I've already found it. So it's always been by my side …"
From a certain standpoint, I had indeed benefited greatly. The three Apex Masters of Ice had pointed out a new path for me, a path that was completely different from traditional elemental magic. I was already itching to try out my new abilities.
Just as I was proudly describing my new understandings and understanding, the silver bracelet on my finger suddenly vibrated slightly, transmitting a message that made me feel unwell.
"That damned little bastard! Unfilial descendant! Idiot! I'm going to kill him! "
…
While the vultures of war were circling the skies of the Northlands, Antoon, who was surrounded by the various armies, was quietly undergoing changes.
Under the cover of the black fog of the night, the figures in black cloaks quietly snuck into the city. Under the guidance of the royal attendants, they silently entered the palace. When they left before dawn with a satisfied smile on their faces, many things would change.
"Will of Mist? Hehe. Unyielding? Pui! "
The black-cloaked figure's disdain was still lingering in the wind. Meanwhile, on a nearby window, a young couple was chatting in low voices. Their gazes passed through the obstructing buildings.
"How could this be? Didn't we tell that damn fatty that we would protect him?"
"Hmph, he doesn't even believe in the Gods now, so why would he trust us?"
"Damn it, how could this be? This is completely out of Roland's expectations. How about I go kill them?"
"Is there any use? Unless you kill that damn fatty with the crown, there's no way to send another envoy. No, even if you kill him, it's meaningless. You should hurry up and contact Roland … There's no need. If I'm not wrong, this news will shock the entire world very soon. "
"What will Roland do after hearing this news? It's as if he risked his life to protect something that someone else stepped on and even spat on it. He probably won't feel good about it. "
"What else can he do? You should be asking what will happen to the Northlands. From a certain perspective, morals and the rules on the surface are the chains that bind Roland. If he were to really go on a rampage … Not only will the entire Northlands change, the entire world won't be able to take it. "
Just as Marguerite predicted, a day later, a sudden piece of news shook the entire world.
【The Sleuweir Kingdom announces its unconditional surrender, stating that it is willing to submit to the rule of the Beastman Chieftain and acknowledges Emon Blood Axe as its adoptive father. King Füml Caso has made serious negotiations with the human countries still on his territory, requesting for them to withdraw their troops quickly. Otherwise, it will be viewed as an invasion.】
"Shameless! How can they be so shameless? Every country is rescuing him now! Invasion? "
"How is that possible? The people of the Mist have never surrendered in the past thousand years. Even when their country was nearly destroyed several times, they managed to hold on. This is definitely fake news. It's impossible for the Mist Kingdom to surrender. "
The reinforcements from the various countries were at a loss. Weren't they here to rescue their allies a moment ago? How did they become invaders in the blink of an eye? Was there even a need to fight this war? What was the purpose of their blood and sacrifices?
The people of Sleuweir suffered an even greater blow. Just when they decided to fight to the end, the supreme king had already surrendered. Unknowingly, they had become the vanquished of their country, and they even had to expel their allies who had come to their aid.
That was the deepest despair. The people of the Mist, who prided themselves on their tenacious and unyielding nationality, had never felt so ashamed before. For the first time, they experienced betrayal and despair, as well as humiliation. "It doesn't even feel dirty when mud is applied to one's face." Someone said. There were some who chose to commit suicide the very next day. They were unwilling to accept the reality that their country had already surrendered.
Their unyielding temperament might seem foolish, but it was the very foundation of their people. It was also the reason why they were able to stand up again and again after being defeated. Even in the darkest and most desperate of situations, they didn't consider the possibility of surrendering. Even when the Mist Kingdom was destroyed three hundred years ago, they continued to rebuild their own Mist Kingdom.
"You can kill me, but you can't make me kneel down! The people of the Mist will never bend their backs. We will never surrender, we will never be slaves! "
For so many years, against the Beastmen, Demons, Elves, and invaders from other countries, in the face of countless desperate situations, the people of the Mist had always shouted this. They had also used their lives to fulfill their promises, and it was precisely because of this characteristic that they had always been able to stand tall in the north of the continent.
This time, even though the suffering of war and the pressuring Beastmen were difficult to deal with, the people of the Mist didn't lose their determination to resist to the end. Even though they were in a desperate situation, they still believed that they and their country would obtain the final victory.
Even in the current desperate situation, the optimistic people were still able to talk about the past and present based on history. They laughed and said, "This kind of desperate situation is nothing, we have been through it countless times." They still believed that they would obtain the final victory, and that the Knight and the royal family who protected them would allow them to obtain another glorious and glorious victory.
"Those Northland barbarians don't know what despair is. They are smelly and hard, just like the frozen rocks of the Northern Lands. There is no possibility of conquering them."
The people of the Mist took the evaluation of the Southland barbarians as glory. No matter how difficult the suffering before them was, they still didn't understand what despair was. They believed that they would obtain the final victory.
The people of the world had always believed that the people of the Mist would never surrender, and that they would have to submit. However, the letter of surrender from the distant king created a new history. For the first time in history, the people of the Mist lost their desire for victory. Their numb and despairing eyes made one's heart ache.
Some of the people chose to commit suicide in despair, while others turned their vengeful gazes towards the person on the throne.
"We will never submit, the royal family of the Mist will never submit. As expected, that person isn't fit to be our king! The rumors are true, he is just a fake king. "
Following which, another piece of news spread across the entire Northern Lands at lightning speed, shocking the entire world. However, it also allowed the people of the Mist to regain their confidence and hope.
"I am the last descendant of the Mist, Roland Mist. I hereby declare that Füml Caso is the fake king, and the decisions he makes have no credibility to speak of. I hereby declare a crusade, and I swear to crusade! I will raise the war flag of the Mist, and I hope that all the people of the Mist will follow me to crusade against the fake king! The will of the Mist will never submit! "
If translated into the vernacular, it would probably be:
"Damn it, what that bastard says doesn't count. Füml, you little bastard, just you wait, I am going to skin you!"
The announcement was short, and it didn't have any legal justification. However, very quickly, the people of the Sleuweir Kingdom tore down the national emblem and the portrait of the king, and silently replaced it with a new portrait.
Not knowing the facial features of the model? That was the case for the sculptures in the central squares of the various cities. All these years, he and his brothers had never left.
On the flag that was raised once again was the same fortress that stood tall in the howling winds. However, this time, the people were muttering a name.
"King of the Mist Roland, our king is about to return, our true king is about to return, and we have not surrendered yet! The people of the Mist will never submit! "
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