Amidst the snowstorm.
A graceful figure wearing a snow-white mink coat slowly moved forward. Her footsteps were so light that there was almost no trace of her footsteps on the snow. When the bone-chilling wind and icy snowflakes approached her body, they seemed to have hit an invisible barrier and scattered around her. This was the wizard's protective energy field. Perhaps only high-grade wizards could use spell slots so extravagantly.
This woman wore very little. Apart from the mink coat on her body, she only wore a close-fitting snow-white robe, revealing the exquisite outline of her delicate body. She wore black silk stockings on her legs. At a glance, one could tell that it wasn't silk from the surface world. The protective energy field could block the cold wind and ice, but it could not block the cold weather of the entire natural world. If she was not a professional with a strong physique, then she must have cast a spell to resist it.
"Damn Druil!"
The woman's appearance was quite coquettish. If Søren was here, he would feel that she was vaguely familiar, but he might not be able to recognize her because her hair had turned lavender, and her pupils had turned blue. Her whole person was very different from before. However, some characteristics were still retained, such as the tone of voice, the fragrance on her body, and the stockings on her legs. Even high-grade wizards would not have too many enchanted stockings made of spider silk from the Underdark.
This was Gloria's mother, the coquettish and vicious woman.
She walked on the cold snowfield, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and then looked up at the sky. It seemed that she wanted to cast a spell to fly.
"This damn weather."
The coquettish woman cursed angrily and then continued to move forward. The weather was too cold, and the wind was too cold. Casting a spell to fly required a protective spell. The higher she flew, the more piercing the wind would be. Even a high-grade witch like her couldn't use spells without any scruples. She had to reserve a spell slot to protect her life in battle.
There seemed to be a sound coming from afar. The coquettish woman looked back and said with hatred, "These guys are like ghosts that won't go away! You don't care about the Disciples of Fear, but you chased me for half of the world! Didn't I already say that I won't continue the forbidden experiment? Wait till I get back my experimental subject, I'll definitely teach you a lesson! "
The light of a spell appeared.
The coquettish woman's speed suddenly increased. Even though she was merely taking ordinary steps, it was as if she was running at full speed. Her speed was almost comparable to a professional athlete's 100-meter dash.
The cold wind grew stronger and stronger.
An eagle was forced to fall from the sky. In the face of nature, professionals were not fearless. The eagle that Druil transformed into could not fly as he wished in this kingdom of ice and snow. In the face of nature's might, even Legends would be helpless. The druid landed and paused for a moment. Then, he frowned and looked into the distance, muttering, "Where did that destroyer of nature run off to? We can't let her go. Her existence is a disaster to the natural world. "
The three Legendary Druil Legends working together could not repair the damage she had left behind. She was now at the top of the Druil's blacklist! As long as it was a place where she had conducted magic experiments, there would be terrible energy radiation left behind. She was like a 'human-shaped self-propelled nuclear fusion radiator.' In recent hundreds of years, no one had destroyed the natural environment more than she did.
The cold wind was getting colder and colder.
The coquettish woman walked dozens of kilometers away. Suddenly, she seemed to feel something. She cast a spell on herself, and then the outline of an eye, which was invisible to the naked eye, made of light appeared above her. The next moment, her expression changed slightly. She first said a northern dialect, which meant something like 'Holy sh * t.' Then she murmured, "The Knight in Silver?"
"This group of stubborn people don't really hate me that much, do they? Not only did they send a quasi-Legendary-level Druil to kill me, they even invited the Knight in Silver? "
She wanted to use teleportation spells, but teleportation spells could not be used indiscriminately.
If a Wizard did not prepare the teleportation coordinates in advance, it was possible to die by teleporting indiscriminately. If you were teleported into a rock, the rock would not automatically give way to you. There were only two results. One was that you hit the rock at an extreme speed. The speed of the space channel was very close to the speed of light. No matter how slow you were, you would be smashed to pieces. The other was the deviation of the spell. You were teleported into a rock. You were here, and the rock was here. Your body was merged with the rock.
There had always been a lack of Wizards who had just learned teleportation spells and lost their lives.
Short distance teleportation was still possible, but the longer the distance, the higher the requirement for the teleportation mark. This was something that even gods could not avoid.
On a towering mountain.
The proud figure of the Knight in Silver stood in front of the steep mountain wall. Her face was not very good. Presumably, no one would be in a good mood if they let a Grade 3 Rogue escape when they had the strength close to the legendary realm. At first, the tracking was relatively smooth, but after entering the ice area, it was completely broken. The other party seemed to have no rest at all. No matter how she tracked, she could only barely keep up. These days had made her a little tired, and the traces of the target were almost completely covered by the wind and snow.
The longer the time dragged on, the more the energy of the Leaf of Life would be consumed. Even if the Rogue was found, it would be impossible to retrieve the precious sacred object. This was a great loss for the Druil, and it was the same for the Elven Kingdom. The Leaf of Life had the most ancient energy. Although this energy was not powerful, it was very rare. It was also the only way to make their divine tree have divinity. The existence of the Elven Main God had become more and more inactive over the years, and many people had a trace of dissatisfaction in their hearts.
Many high-grade Druil and elven elders thought that the most ancient faith should be restored and their divine tree should become a real god. [The High Elven Divine Tree Faith.]
This plan had been stalled for thousands of years.
The progress had been very slow because of the interference of the Elven Divine System. But recently, all the gods had fallen into a deep sleep, and the Elven Main God could not connect with the priests. This was tantamount to a sudden opportunity. Many Druil thought that this was the best time to 'resurrect' the divine tree. Although the divine tree did not die, its spirituality had long disappeared in the years. At this juncture, an accident happened to the remaining three Leaves of Life, and one of them was lost.
Time was changing, customs were changing, and beliefs were changing.
Suddenly, the Knight in Silver seemed to have discovered something. Her sharp eyes looked down at her feet like an eagle, and then there was a strange expression on her face.
She seemed to have seen a very notorious witch among the elves!
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Northern Tower.
Gloria stood at the top of the Wizard Tower, hundreds of meters high. The cold wind blew her long hair, and there were strands of silver in her silky long hair. It inexplicably gave her a sense of beauty that had settled down over the years. She looked down at the land under her feet, like a queen, and the area within 120 kilometers was her territory. As a high-grade member of the Witch Council, the northern witch who was most likely to advance to the legendary realm, she had touched the edge of the quasi-legendary realm before the age of 30. It was not impossible for her to reach the peak of the legendary realm in the future.
In the distance, busy fishermen could be seen. It was the migration of the winterscale fish. Their habits were special. They would only lay eggs in spring. October was the harvest season. The fishermen would catch them with the size of the net and then let go of the small fish that had not yet grown up. For them, Gloria was a superior existence, and they were more in awe than the city lord of Moonriver City.
Gloria looked down at the people under her feet, opened her palm to catch a snowflake, and then sighed faintly.
The weather was getting colder and colder.
She tightened the wizard robe on her body and turned to walk into the tower. The heavy iron statue stood in front of the door and said with a voice of metal friction, "Master. The observation target is still sleeping, but the energy is also very stable. The things that were destroyed at the beginning have been repaired. "
On the twelfth floor of the Wizard Tower.
Vivian's small figure was lying on a platform covered with soft velvet. There was an oval protective cover outside.
Gloria walked to a magic circle, and her figure appeared directly outside the door. She then glanced at the little girl who was breathing evenly on the platform and frowned.
She had been sleeping for a long time.
She did not need to eat, but she did not wake up. Occasionally, there would be unconscious energy spreading, and it even almost alarmed the Witch Council.
The place where she was first placed had been destroyed.
The violent divine power almost shattered her Wizard Tower into two pieces. If she had not activated the protective spell in time, Vivian could have destroyed half of the wall.
The little girl's power was amazing!
Gloria estimated that she had surpassed the level of a high-grade legend (Profession Level 25). Unless there was a way to separate these energies, she would need to sleep for a long time.
Her body was too small and too young.
But the power in her body was already stronger than an adult dragon. Unless she changed from a mortal to a demon, she could not integrate this power.
The Son of God could transform his form.
If Vivian changed into a high-grade demon or a descendant of a demon, she should be able to integrate this power. But the little girl seemed to have been resisting and fighting against this power. She was still a mortal, without any characteristics of a high-grade demon or a demon of the abyss. Gloria did not know how to let a mortal absorb such a huge amount of divine power!
She was at her wit's end.
As a northern witch close to the legendary level, Gloria was not a legendary wizard after all. She had not touched such a mysterious field.
Unless she advanced to the legendary level, she could not even analyze the structure of divine power!
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The Frost Kingdom.
Søren came out with a gloomy expression, and the middle-aged female priest also came out with a stiff face. The others looked very dignified, and no one spoke for a long time.
The news they got was terrible!
Because not only did the believers of the Goddess of Torture come here, but even her chosen came to the Frost Kingdom.
The chosen of the gods.
A natural legendary profession!
She seemed to have come from the Underdark and had some drow features, but no one had seen her face clearly. She was a wizard with great power.
She also came here more than half a month ago.
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