A ray of white gradually appeared on the eastern horizon, signifying the beginning of a new day.
But to the residents of Fallen Eagle City, the fiery purgatory of last night was the last day of their lives.
The flames were gradually extinguished, but the suffocating heat had yet to dissipate. Even from afar, one could still feel the unbearable heat.
In the bushes three kilometers away from Fallen Eagle City, there was a unique looking carriage parked there.
The coachman was taking a nap, as if he did not sleep well last night. There were dark circles under his eyes and a lingering fear between his brows, as if he was having a nightmare.
The two old horses pulling the carriage were leisurely eating the grass on the ground, swinging their tails from time to time to drive away mosquitoes and flies.
"Dong dong."
Two knocks came from within the carriage, waking the coachman up. He hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and respectfully asked, "Master, are we leaving?"
"Yes, to the east." A majestic voice came from within the carriage, short and powerful.
"Yes, master!" The coachman immediately waved his whip, urging the old horses to head east.
But before they could go far, the voice came from within the carriage again, "Stop."
The coachman did not understand, but he still stopped the carriage.
Just as he was scratching his head and preparing to ask what was going on, he realized that a figure wearing a silver mage robe had appeared beside the carriage.
His face was covered by a large hood, and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but the terrifying aura he emitted made the coachman tremble uncontrollably.
At this moment, the man's voice came from within the carriage again, "Mark, go further away."
The coachman felt as if he had been pardoned, and he quickly ran far away.
Then, the curtain of the carriage opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a white mage robe walked out of the carriage.
"Kusius, I did not expect this forbidden technique to be restored by you." The silver-robed mage opened his mouth, his tone was both surprised and fearful, but more than that, it was filled with deep worry.
"Lord Ernest, I did not expect to alarm you." The white-robed mage Kusius who walked out of the carriage bowed slightly and saluted.
Then, he shook his head and said, "However, we did not restore that forbidden technique. It can only be considered a clumsy imitation. Fortunately, it should have succeeded."
Ernest sighed as if he was lamenting about something. Then, his tone turned cold. "Do you know what it means if this Taboo Technique succeeds?"
Kusius laughed, his face brimming with pride and exuberance.
"It means that we, the mages, no longer have to be careful around the nobles of the empire. We no longer have to hide in Yeville and struggle at death's door. We no longer have to pay the price of our lives to gain the power to fight against the Sanctum!"
Hearing Kusius' bold words, Ernest raised his head, revealing a weather-beaten old face.
However, there was not the slightest hint of joy on his face. Instead, it was filled with boundless sorrow and pity.
"No." Ernest slowly shook his head and poured a bucket of cold water on Kusius. "If this taboo technique really succeeds, it will only bring disaster to you and Yevel!"
Hearing the old mage's frightening words, Kusius chuckled. "Lord Ernest, although I have great respect for you, I still have to say that your weakness has surprised me."
Ernest chuckled in the face of Kusius' mockery, as if he was not angry. He only calmly but firmly said, "Apologies, Kusius.
"I'm sorry, Kusius. I've always admired you and Mister Chong's spirit of exploration, but I can't tolerate you sacrificing the lives of innocent people to complete a forbidden spell. I can't allow your reckless actions to destroy Yeville!"
Kusius laughed coldly and retorted, "How can there be no sacrifices on the path to the truth? Instead of sacrificing precious mages, why not sacrifice those ignorant and foolish people!
As for Yevel, haha, Lord Ernest, your weakness is the true reason for its gradual decline and even extinction!
Right now, Mister Kusius and Lionheart have already reached a consensus. The Northern Frontier will soon have a new master, and a new master who is a mage!
As for the Paladins that have always been a headache for mages, haha, we have already found a way to deal with them. Thus, Lord Ernest, it is time for you to cast aside those old dogmas and let the Mage Council rise from the ashes! "
"Rise from the ashes? I think you will only burn yourselves if you play with fire! "Ernest's expression was cold." Your target this time should be the Duke Of St. Hilde, right? Whether he dies under this forbidden technique or not, it will cause a huge uproar in the Radiance Empire!
As for Yevel, he might not be able to survive such a monstrous wave as you expect!
No, I must find Mister Kusius and talk to him personally. "
As he spoke, Ernest walked towards Fallen Eagle City.
However, after taking a few steps, Kusius blocked his path.
Ernest narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Kusius, you actually dare to stop me?"
Kusius shook his head firmly and said, "My apologies, Lord Ernest. I promised Mister Kusius that I would protect him for a day. During this day, no one is allowed to approach the ruins of Fallen Eagle City!"
Ernest suddenly laughed and said in a cold tone, "Kusius, do you really think that I am old?"
Kusius raised his staff and replied, "No, I just think that it is time for you to give up your position."
"Hahaha!" Ernest laughed loudly as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Give up my position? You want to be the chairman of the Parliament of Mages? Fine, let me see how much you've improved over the years! "
As he spoke, Ernest's eyes instantly turned silver-white. Countless tiny lightning bolts slithered around his body like silver snakes. His expression became incomparably cold as he chanted some obscure elven language.
Kusius also entered battle mode at the same time. His golden hair turned completely white in an instant, and there were even traces of frost on it. The temperature around him dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant, and visible ice crystals began to condense in the air.
The sky suddenly darkened, and the wind on the plains seemed to have stopped.
At this moment, the surroundings of Kusius and Ernest had already become two distinct worlds.
On one side was the bone-chilling cold, on the other was the dancing lightning bolts.
On one side was the deathly stillness of winter, as if it wanted to freeze all life.
On the other side was an endless frenzy, as if it wanted to destroy the world.
"Kusius, this is your last chance. Are you going to give up or not?"
"Lord Ernest, the world has changed. You are already outdated!"
"Arrogant!"
With a loud shout, countless lightning bolts as thick as pythons twisted their bodies and blasted towards Kusius at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye.
* Ding ding ding … *
Layers of sparkling and translucent ice shields shattered in an instant, turning into tiny crystals that fluttered in the air. Under the reflection of the sun, they reflected colorful rays.
There was a kind of demonic beauty.
These beautiful yet dangerous ice crystals condensed in the air and did not disperse. Following Kusius' hand gestures, they constantly changed their positions and gradually formed a mysterious array in the air.
* Roar! *
The deathly still world of ice and snow suddenly went berserk. An extreme cold storm carried fine ice crystals like a tornado and rushed towards Ernest with an unstoppable momentum.
Along the way, a thick ice crack was blown out of the ground. All the animals and plants on the ice crack were frozen in this ice crack in an instant.
* Rumble! *
A huge shockwave, along with ice and lightning, quickly spread out in all directions.
Although Coachman Mark had already hidden far away, he was still affected by the aftershocks. His body trembled and he fainted instantly.
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