A dreamy blue color filled the sky.
Behind Charles, flashing summoning circles were emerging one after another. What swam out of them were dream-like creatures that should only exist in legends. It was a life made up of pure energy. It was between substance and non-substance. It existed in the physical world, yet it did not exist in the physical world. Every moment, every minute, every second, they were constantly changing their attributes and forms. They were visitors from beyond their borders — the Ether Dragons.
They had the shape of a dragon, but they also had a pair of wings like a manta ray. They were transparent, like soft glass or jellyfish that floated in the air. However, their form was not stable. They were constantly changing, like a rainbow with a blue background.
One by one, the Cruz wizards stopped their spells. They realized that their spells had no effect on these strange creatures. These creatures themselves were a part of energy. They did not seem to exist in the physical world. Sharp lines of law and violent elemental magic tore through these dream-like creatures, but they could not hurt them at all. It was as if they had hit an illusion, passing through their transparent bodies.
Everyone realized this fact one by one. Their attacks were unable to harm these 'dragons' at all. The entire battlefield gradually fell into a strange state of silence. The wizards and the soldiers of the empire all stopped their attacks in bewilderment. Some of them looked at all this in silence, admiring the magnificent scenery.
But finally, someone realized what this was.
"These are …"
"Aether Dragons …"
"I didn't expect them to exist. The records of the Fanur people were not absurd legends."
The wizards whispered to each other, passing on the secret knowledge that only they knew. On the other hand, the imperial commander on the Black Sword Fortress was infuriated. He had no interest in the so-called knowledge and legends, but the wizards had left their posts without permission, which greatly reduced the intensity of the firepower on the battlefield. It was not easy to gain the upper hand, but now the gargoyles had taken it back. He went to the leader of the wizards and pointed at the strange creatures. "I don't care what they are, but your mission now is to chase them all out. I don't want to see any of these messy things on my wall!" He shouted.
He threw a tantrum, but found that the wizards were looking at him strangely. "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"Those are spirits from the ether, Sir Commander. They are the symbol of pure energy. Our spells can't hurt them at all. Have you ever seen a drop of water drowning in the ocean? Besides, to us, they are the real ocean," the wizard leader replied politely.
The Knight Commander scratched his head. "I don't care who is the water droplet and who is the ocean, but you have to tell me how to deal with these things, right? I don't want my soldiers to die without knowing why."
"Commander, you don't have to worry at all. If the Fanur people are not lying, the Ether Dragons' biggest characteristic is that they exist in two worlds at the same time. Their constantly changing energy forms maintain the connection between the Ether and the physical world. If you can't fight them in two worlds at the same time, then your attacks won't hurt them at all." The wizard leader looked at the beautiful creatures outside the city wall with a look of admiration, but the Knight Commander was obviously dissatisfied with the way he looked at them. At least, he didn't think that it was the look of an enemy.
Of course, he didn't understand that the Ether Dragons were the symbol of magic. Their blue color was the color of the Bugas' flag. Although the Bugas were known as the Silver Alliance, their emblem was an eye on the blue ocean. It symbolized the two extremes of the wizard world — knowledge and magic.
"Doesn't that mean that I can't do anything to them? Why don't we just surrender?" The Knight Commander replied impatiently.
"Why do you say that, Sir Commander?" The wizard leader pretended to be surprised and looked at the Knight Commander, but in his heart, he was full of contempt for this poor man who knew nothing about the nature of the world.
"They can attack me, but we can't attack them. Can we still fight this war?"
"Sir Commander, I don't think you need to worry about this at all." The wizard leader smiled. "The Ether Dragon is a fragile and beautiful creature. It's not as powerful as you think. Although they look huge, it's only because their energy will naturally disperse in our world. And these creatures are actually very weak. Although they represent energy itself, they can't master the laws. It's like saying that humans represent a kind of life, but they can't control the laws of life. You and your soldiers can't attack them because they can't attack you. "
The commander didn't understand at all, but at least he understood the last sentence. He couldn't help but frown and ask, "You're saying that these things have no attacking ability at all. Then why did our opponent summon them? Are they trying to trick us?"
"I'm afraid that's not the case. What I mean is, it's not that they can't attack you, but the realm of Ether and the physical world are parallel worlds. The two worlds don't affect each other. If they want to affect our world, they have to switch to our world —"
"Wait, I get it." The commander interrupted this self-righteous guy and said loudly, "You mean when they switch to our world, I can attack them, right?"
The wizard leader looked at this guy with some surprise.
The Knight commander couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart. He thought to himself, These self-righteous guys. If he could, he wouldn't bother to deal with these weird guys. But he still had one last question. Before he left, he asked, "Sir Wizard, since these things are so fragile, then the person who summoned them can't be that powerful. I think you should be able to deal with him. Don't let him do anything else."
But this time, he didn't get the answer he wanted.
All the Magi present looked at Charles in the sky with fear lingering in their hearts.
"Sir Commander, you're wrong. The Ether Dragon itself represents something beyond your imagination. The Ether Dragon can't master the laws, but he can. We still don't know who this master is, but we can be sure that he has mastered a deeper level of the laws. All of us here can testify to this. Just a moment ago, we all felt the vibration from the Sea of Magic. "
The wizard leader shook his head with a solemn expression. "You may not understand what I'm telling you, Sir Commander, but I have a suggestion for you. You'd better use your soldiers to create some trouble for him. Otherwise, we may not be his match."
"What?" The commander was shocked. "But he looks much younger than you."
"In the world of wizards, knowledge and power are the strongest, not age," the wizard leader replied.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm not sure." The wizard leader shook his head. "It's just a guess. But you can bet that I'm wrong, Sir Commander."
The commander glanced at these wizards in long robes and hoped that he was wrong.
But he didn't know that everyone present had the same idea.
…
Savannah raised her head and saw this scene.
She saw the Empire's soldiers launch a desperate counterattack. The azure sea looked so dazzling, but it was incredibly fragile. The Ether Dragon's attack was far less dazzling than their appearance. She could clearly analyze that the strength of these strange creatures was no higher than the peak of the Silver level. They were on par with most of the Empire's Knight on the city wall. And what was gratifying was that after the Ether Dragons launched their attack, they quickly suffered casualties. The attacks that could not hurt them before, when they switched to the material world, shot them down from the sky for the first time. But the Ether Creatures that fell from the sky often ended their lives in a strange way.
It was like a dazzling self-explosion. Their transparent bodies crashed into the city wall and then exploded into a light blue ripple. Under the shock of the ripple, the Empire's soldiers were unharmed, and the city wall was not damaged at all. The only change was that the spells of the Empire's wizards began to become sparse. The lady vaguely understood what was going on, but what she found strange was that the number of Ether Dragons was decreasing very fast, far faster than the speed of their deaths. They seemed to have occupied the whole sky before, but in an instant, there were only a few left.
Where did the Ether Dragons go?
She vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she didn't know what the problem was. But what really puzzled Ms. Venna was that this was what Brando wanted her to see? So that she could admire how he failed. But she obviously did not see such frustration on the face of this descendant of Darius. Brando was still smiling as he looked at the sky. That confident look had never faded.
The Ether Dragons in the sky finally disappeared one by one.
But this was not good news for the Empire's wizards.
They were speechless. They had never seen these legendary creatures, and did not expect them to burn their magic after death. This only led to one result, and that was that all the wizards who were caught off guard had their magic depleted in the first moment. A few of the more senior wizards were still fine, but the apprentices around them were all pale and swaying.
The Ether Dragons were upgraded from the young Wind Spirit Dragons and spiders, and this characteristic was also in the same vein.
But immediately, someone discovered a new problem.
"They're disappearing at the wrong speed."
"No, they're not disappearing. They're moving to the Ether Realm, Captain!"
The wizards were much more knowledgeable than a mere swordsman like Venna, and immediately realized the problem.
But at this moment, The Shire was turning the face of the card. The Planeswalker's law was like a flame, burning fiercely in his body. This flame seemed to ignite his eyes, making them shine with the same silver light. He looked down at the Cruz stronghold from above, and there seemed to be two different consciousnesses in his mind. One was thinking about the battle situation, and the other was counting carefully. After the Empire's wizards were defeated, the gargoyles began to regain the upper hand. Although they still had to face the difficult Empire's longbowmen, at least they did not have to face the risk of being torn apart by terrible spells at any time and place.
Moreover, the magic defense of the Black Sword Rampart was gradually weakening, and the wizards who injected magic into it were now depleted of their magic.
And in The Shire's body, the magic that had been completely exhausted in order to summon the Ether Dragons was slowly recovering, and the speed of recovery seemed to be gradually increasing as the Ether Dragons disappeared.
And this rising magic was once again injected into the face of the Ether Dragons.
Then, a new batch of Ether Dragons appeared in the sky.
The Cruz people were looking up at the sky, and a considerable number of them even opened their mouths wide.
"Look over there, there's more over there!"
"There's more here too!"
"Kill them!"
"They're disappearing again!"
"New monsters have appeared again!"
It was chaos on the city wall. The Empire's soldiers and wizards were dumbfounded as they watched the Ether Dragons appear and disappear, disappear and reappear. But every time they disappeared, they would bring new companions with them, as if they were increasing geometrically. No one understood what was going on, but the ether dragons seemed to have really converged into an ocean, and when they launched their last attack, the terrifying tsunami-like scene finally arrived. In the face of thousands of uncountable enemies, even the proudest Kirrlutzians could not help but throw away the weapons in their hands weakly.
That was a battle that no longer had any meaning.
The Shire seemed to be controlling this sea of magic that was full of power, and the ocean-blue magic energy gathered under his feet. It was not that the Empire's commanders did not think of attacking him, but it was meaningless. Every time they were about to achieve their goal, a pure silver holy shield would appear in front of The Shire. That was the holy song of protection. Hipamira held the will of the mountains in her hand, and had the support of endless magic from the Ether Dragons. She had chosen the target of this spell countless times.
The last scene that Savannah saw was that the blue ocean had completely covered the city wall of the Black Sword Fortress. It was not that she had never seen such a spectacular scene, but that was during the Holy War, when she was facing the most powerful wizards of Saint-ausol.
She seemed to have finally recognized the young wizard.
"It's him!"
The lady muttered to herself in disbelief. "He's not dead. The genius of the Black Tower wizards, I should have known. He has always been so unexpected."
Brando was slightly startled. It seemed that this was the second time he had heard such words. He could not help but raise his head and look at The Shire in the sky.
Savannah had already retracted her gaze. Cruz's men had been completely defeated, and the reinforcements in the fortress had yet to arrive. She could already imagine what had happened. "You won," she replied calmly. "I just didn't expect that after forty years, he would actually become a great wizard … The Black Tower wizards finally have a wizard leader after a thousand years. Those who made the decision back then must have never thought that this day would come. But grandson of Darius, what have you gained? Other than the hatred of the Empire, you have gained nothing. "
Brando knew that this lady, who was known as the White Swordsman, must have misunderstood something. She actually thought that The Shire had crossed the Extreme Plain and become a great wizard. However, he did not expose this misunderstanding. In fact, this misunderstanding was exactly what he needed at the moment.
As for what he had gained —
He looked at the blue reflection in the sky and gently shook his head. The people of the Empire would never understand what he had gained.
…
Count Tónigel had gone mad.
Whether it was in Yanbao or Grey Harbor, whether it was from the north of the kingdom to the south of Ampere Seale, or from Randner to the dense forests of Grinoires, as long as there were people living there, whether it was the nobles, the commoners, or even those with unknown identities and ulterior motives, all of them were discussing the news that came back from Balta after the weather in the north had turned cold and there were a couple of snowflakes.
The Royal Faction had also gone mad.
Other than Makarov, Oberwei, and the Wolf Baron, everyone else was like a shark that smelled blood. They were already dissatisfied with the count who ordered them around, and now they were venting their dissatisfaction through various channels. Secret letters were passed to Makarov and the other leaders of the Royal Faction, and every word written on them was enough to make even the boldest of radicals tremble in fear.
It was full of words of advice, abuse, criticism, questioning, and even slander.
Makarov could only smile bitterly at Oberwei. These things were too obvious, and he could not help but doubt the intelligence of his colleagues. But what made him doubt his own intelligence was the other letters piled up on his desk. These letters were not slander, but letters from the North that conveyed some kind of message.
The words written in bright red on the letters were enough to make anyone who read them think that they were reading a ridiculous story.
On the 25th of the Month of Frost, Count Tónigel conquered the Black Sword Fortress. In this battle, other than the Count himself losing his gargoyles, there were few casualties. After that, Count Tónigel forced (or rather, escorted) the entire Imperial Army to hold a grand welcoming ceremony for Erouine's diplomatic group. After that, he released all the captives and compensated the Knight's Gate out of courtesy.
On the 27th of the Month of Frost, Count Tónigel and his diplomatic group passed through the Torre Canyon and defeated several Cruz nobles who came to challenge them.
On the 30th of the Month of Frost, Count Tónigel and his diplomatic group conquered the Torre Territory and extorted a large sum of ransom called 'compensation for the damage to their reputation' and 'compensation for mental anguish' before releasing all the nobles.
On the 7th of the Month of Winter Harp, Count Tónigel defeated the Cruz's Solstice Knight's Legion.
On the 15th of the Month of Winter Harp, Count Tónigel and his diplomatic group defeated Anzeruta's army.
On the 19th of the Month of Winter Harp, Count Tónigel …
… …
Makarov and Oberwei silently read the last sentence of the letter and gently placed it in front of Princess Gryphine. They couldn't help but ask tiredly: "Alright, Your Highness, can you please tell me what Count Tónigel wants to do?"
Princess Gryphine glanced at the letter with a guilty conscience. Then, she forced a smile at her two courtiers. "I think … … His Lordship, he should know what to do."
"Really?" Makarov looked at the princess silently.
… …
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