How could Gavin's fear escape Lin Li's eyes? His actions just now must have brought some trouble to this ambitious Archmage …
However, Lin Li did not intend to explain what kind of organization the Syer Bandits were. Living in Black Clouds Town, Lin Li knew better than Gavin who lived in Dolan's library what kind of organization the Syer Bandits were. They were a group of real bandits who had committed murder, arson, and robbery — there was nothing they had not done before. They had raided villages and robbed caravans over the past decade, and each of them had killed at least a dozen people, most of whom were defenseless civilians!
That was what Lin Li hated the most!
From Lin Li's point of view, the Syer Bandits could no longer be considered human since they would not even spare a defenseless commoner. Killing them was no different from killing a magical beast, so Lin Li did not feel any guilt at all. Furthermore, they had dared to touch Old Salatt, who had been his neighbor for two months. Old Salatt would always give him a share whenever he made something nice to eat. Just based on that alone, Lin Li could not let them off …
Of course, Lin Li did not intend to tell Gavin about this.
"Gavin, get someone to clean up this place, and bring the one that's still alive to me."
"Yes, President Felic …" Gavin nodded even though he was still trembling in fear, and carried out the young President's orders meticulously.
After witnessing the young President's abilities and methods, Gavin was both in awe and fear of him. He admired the fact that he was so powerful at such a young age, but he was afraid that he would end up like the bandits. Hence, when Lin Li asked him to clean up the battlefield, he agreed without a second thought.
Gavin quickly called a few helpers from the tower, but just as they started to clean up, Gavin suddenly realized a problem. The young President seemed to have asked him to bring the one that's still alive to see him …
Could he have heard wrongly …?
Gavin was a level-16 Archmage himself, so how could he not know the power of the Death Frost? That was probably the most destructive small-scale attack spell among level-16 spells. Not only could the freezing air at absolute zero form solid ice and freeze all enemies that attempted to approach it, but it could also freeze the enemy's heart and blood in an instant. Even a magical beast would die if it was frozen by the Death Frost.
The Death Frost just now had clearly frozen all the bandits. Where was he going to find the one that was still alive?
What should I do? Should I ask President Felic?
As soon as the thought popped up in his mind, Gavin immediately denied it. Wouldn't asking President Felic be equivalent to questioning his orders? Gavin didn't dare to touch this misfortune …
"Crack …"
Just as Gavin was hesitating, he suddenly heard a soft sound.
"How is this possible?!" Gavin could not believe his ears. That "crack" was definitely the sound of the ice cracking!
At this moment, Gavin was completely stunned.
How could the ice at absolute zero shatter?
Gavin subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
Then, the expression on Gavin's face froze …
Because he clearly saw that one of the ice sculptures actually had a crack. At first, the crack was very thin, but as the soft cracking sounds continued to be heard, the crack grew longer and larger, until it looked like a deep scar.
"Crack …" Finally, with a crisp sound, the ice formed by the Death Frost actually cracked open. The originally solid ice shattered like glass, and through the mist, Gavin saw a pale face. It was a very young face, probably in his twenties. Gavin vaguely remembered that this person was also one of the bandits, but for some reason, when everyone was waving their weapons and pouncing on President Felic just now, this person actually stood where he was for some reason …
Could it be that it was because he didn't move that he managed to keep his life?
The sudden thought startled Gavin himself.
Impossible, impossible, this is most likely just a coincidence …
The Death Frost was a real level-16 spell, and even those Archmages who were close to the Legendary-realm would find it difficult to cast it. President Felic could precisely control the mana of the Death Frost to freeze dozens of people to death, but only leave this one alive. This was enough to make Gavin go crazy. If anyone dared to say that President Felic could still take the time to notice who among the bandits had picked up their weapons and who had not, Gavin would never believe it!
Coincidence, this must be a coincidence!
Gavin desperately tried to convince himself, but for some reason, there was a voice in his head that told him that there were no coincidences in the world of magic …
"Mr Mage, spare me!" The young bandit's exclamation finally diverted Gavin's attention. Although his lips had already turned blue from the cold, the young bandit still knelt on the ground the moment the ice cracked, and desperately hugged Gavin's thigh to beg for mercy. "Mr Mage, please let me go, I was really forced to do this, it's all that bastard Bill's fault, he forced me to come here …"
"Stand up and follow me, President Felic wants to see you. As for whether he will let you go, I'm afraid you can only depend on your luck."
…
The young bandit's luck was not bad. After a nightmarish day, he actually managed to escape with his life. The mage who was scarier than demons actually let him go after asking him a few questions, and the only condition was for him to bring a message to his boss.
"Go back and tell Vanskore that if he wants to see me, he can come to the Tower of Dusk himself. Also, I'm very unhappy about what happened today, and if anyone from Black Clouds Town gets hurt again, I don't mind f * cking tearing down his lair in the Dragon Mountains."
Lin Li's words were heard by Vanskore, and the former sheriff of Syer Town, and now the leader of the Syer Bandits almost exploded in anger. He could not believe that there was such an unappreciative person in this world. Did this mage Felic eat a bear's heart or a leopard's gall? He did not hold it against Lin Li for killing one of his men the last time, but this time, he actually killed dozens more, and even said that he would tear down his lair in the Dragon Mountains. Did he really think that the Syer Bandits were pushovers?
"Locke, gather everyone immediately. Let's bathe Black Clouds Town in blood tonight. I want to see if this Mage Felic can really come to the Dragon Mountains and tear down my lair!" Vanskore was exasperated, but after shouting, he realized that his most trusted leader Locke did not move at all. This made Vanskore even angrier, and he kicked Locke's lower abdomen. "What the f * ck are you still doing?"
"Boss, the Fe … Mage Felic you mentioned, is he from Jarrosus?" Locke had only joined the Syer Bandits for slightly more than two months, but he had gained Vanskore's recognition very quickly due to his ability and quick-wittedness. Now, he had been promoted to the position of leader with more than a hundred men under him, and was considered a big shot in the Syer Bandits.
However, for some reason, Locke had been in a daze ever since he received the news from Black Clouds Town. His face was pale, and he even stuttered when he spoke.
"How the f * ck would I know?"
"Then … Then, is he in his twenties, and always smiles politely when talking to others?"
Vanskore frowned, and finally realized that there was something wrong with the leader he had groomed. Although Locke had only joined the Syer Bandits for two months, his abilities were far better than the other leaders. There had to be a reason why he would ask such a question. Unfortunately, Vanskore had never seen this Mage Felic before, so he turned around to look at the young bandit who was in charge of passing the message.
"Yes, yes, yes, that's it …" The young bandit nodded hurriedly.
"It's really him …"
"Why, you know him?" Vanskore frowned. Although he did not have a good temper, he was not a reckless person. Otherwise, he would not have brought the Syer Bandits to where they were today. Hearing Locke's words, he knew that there was a story behind it.
"Of course I know this butcher …" Locke's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with endless fear. "Leader, do you remember that before I joined the Syer Bandits, I used to be a member of the Shadow Bandits …"
"Yes." Vanskore nodded. Of course, he knew Locke's background. This fella used to be the leader of a small bandit group in Jarrosus. He heard that this small bandit group had offended a powerful figure, and was wiped out in one go. Only Locke and a few others managed to escape.
Thinking of this, Vanskore could not help but smile. He had already guessed what Locke was trying to say. He was trying to tell him that this Mage Felic was related to that powerful figure. So what if he was related? The Shadow's Nest was the Shadow's Nest, and the Syer was the Syer. How could a small bandit group of a few hundred people, and the strongest of them was not above level-15, compare to the Syer Bandits that were ranked in the top ten of the Breezy Plains?
So what if that Mage Felic had the support of a powerful figure? Could he really wipe out the Syer Bandits in one go? What a joke. No matter how powerful he was, could he be more powerful than the castellan of Roland City, Arathor? Moreover, the Syer Bandits of today were not the same as before. The backer he had recently gotten was someone who could shake the entire Breezy Plains with just a stomp of his foot …
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