In the north of the Holy Alliance, the territory of the Asrosk Empire was already a desolate white world.

This is a vast and uninhabited wasteland. In this snow-covered earth, even a bird cannot be seen in the sky. The strong wind does not drift past the wilderness, carrying tiny sand and stones, ruthlessly washing the rocks and dead trees in the wilderness.

But now, a small black dot is passing through the sky at an unimaginable high speed and disappearing into the clouds in the north.

This is a dark brown falcon with three eyes on its forehead. The middle eye is light green, and it is constantly shining with magical light. It flapped its wings a few times at a high speed that ordinary birds could not reach, then tightly closed its wings, piercing the faint clouds in the sky like an arrow, and leaving.

In the distance, an extremely high and steep snow peak appeared at the end of the wasteland. It was like an extremely huge stalagmites, piercing high into the clouds in the sky.

The clouds around the snow peak were like a large vortex, turning around the snow peak very slowly, and the radius was more than a hundred miles away! The center of the cloud vortex slowly drooped, and finally half of the snow peak was covered.

In the face of this strange phenomenon in the world, anyone will be afraid of being afraid.

The demon falcon lightly penetrated into the clouds until it almost hit the stone wall of the snow peak like a knife. It turned upwards and flew upwards against the rock wall.

Gradually, on the top of the snow peak, a magnificent castle with an ancient and elegant shape appeared.

The demon falcon penetrated into the window of a tall tower, landed on a magical altar of age, and spit out a yellow bead. In a smog of smoke, the demon falcon slowly turned into a middle-aged man with a blue face. He bowed respectfully, slowly exited the room through a small door, and carefully closed the door.

More than a dozen old men stood around the altar, concentrating on reading the information recorded in the magic beads.

After a long time, a burly old man finally spoke. His voice was distant and beautiful, as if coming from the extremely distant sky.

"What do you think of this, wise elders?"

"He is a dangerous person..."

"His path has nothing in common with Druid..."

"He is very young, but his strength is not low..."

"He will continue to grow..."

"Behind his power, there seems to be a shadow, which is even more terrifying..."

"He is the embodiment of conspiracy and tricks..."

The old man in the middle nodded. His white robe was decorated with snow fields. The mountains and thick clouds seemed to come alive with his movements. Heavy snow began to fly on the snow fields, and thick clouds rolled among the mountains.

A cold wind blew in outside the window, and his white beards, several feet long, moved.

"Elders, it's possible to draw a conclusion. For us, he is a very dangerous person. Is it possible to let him join us?"

The elders were silent for a while, and after a while, only four elders spoke.

“We have occupied the entire forest…”

"He is still a growing tree..."

"Nature is balanced, and the trees that a forest can grow are limited..."

"His growth must come at the cost of the death of other ancient trees..."

The old man in the middle concluded:

"Then the conclusion is that this little tree can no longer be allowed to grow in this forest."

The elders looked at each other, and an old man replied in a wise voice: "That's true, respectful Lord Wrath of the Sky!"

"So"

The melodious voice of the sky has more solemn and swaying snow

"This decision, be implemented immediately..."

The elders all left the room, leaving only the wrath of the sky. He stood in front of the altar and pondered for a long time until the sky outside the window had dimmed, and then he clapped his hands gently.

The door opened, and a girl in a white robe walked in. Her eyes were deep blue, with no warmth inside, and even the voice was as cold as ice.

"My Wisdom Sky Wrath, what are your instructions?"

"Have Frey set out?"

"Yes. Lord Frey has taken his direct troops to the Principality of Are. It is expected to arrive in five days."

The Wrath of the Sky nodded silently. He slowly walked to the window and looked out the terrifying, endless vortex of clouds. This tower is the tallest building in the entire castle. From here, the clouds are all under his feet, like a dark gray sea, with a huge and ferocious face that reaches dozens of meters from time to time emerged from the clouds and dissipated again.

The girl stood quietly in place, like a statue. When she stood quietly, if she didn't pay attention, she might really treat her as a white jade statue. Because she had no emotional fluctuations at all, and there was no warmth on her body. Her beautiful face was shining with the luster of jade, smooth and cold, and the two shallow scars on her left cheek were as if they were chiseled up.

There was no emotion in her eyes. If she looked in carefully, she would find that there were thick clouds and lightning and thunder in those eyes!

I don’t know how long it took, but the old man and the girl turned into two stone statues...

The Wrath of the Sky finally spoke, "It's amazing that you can come out of the icy wind so quickly!"

The girl was still moving like a lifeless stone statue.

The Wrath of the Sky seemed to have known this would be like this, and did not wait for the girl's answer, but just sighed.

There seemed to be countless whistling winds whistling in the sighs.

"I know your wish...you go too!"

The girl finally felt a little angry. She bowed deeply to the old man, and then slowly exited the room as if she was sliding on the ice.

The afternoon tea party specially prepared by Grand Duke Tikrik for Rog was met with a rare sunny weather. The Grand Duke's three sons and six daughters attended the tea party, and the most powerful nobles and wives in the Principality were also in the table. Naturally, the palace magician Gnavara was indispensable.

In the impression of all the great nobles, the elderly court magician has never dressed up like a regular magician in recent years. Instead of wearing his favorite black embroidered cloak, he replaced it with a cloak decorated with a circle of magic symbols, holding a beautifully carved magic wand. Some great nobles who had practiced magic a little could sense the faint magic fluctuations emitted on his magic wagon and luxurious walking stick, which shows that this is real magic equipment, not just clothes and accessories for decoration.

Roger was still wearing a dark green cloak. After handing the cloak to the waiter, he exposed the breastplate that showed the elves' outstanding handcraft and artistic beauty. The branches decorated on the breastplate seemed to be alive. This breastplate was tailored for Roger by the masters of the Sara tribe with incomparable beauty and handcrafts. He fully considered Roger's appearance and body shape, and cleverly deceived everyone's eyes with the combination of lines, colors and patterns. Now, with the fat man's bloated body shape, he looked smart and capable and heroic after wearing this breastplate.

The rose branches decorated on the breastplate are made of purple gold, which is beautiful and charming. After being blessed by magic, a faint light flows slowly among the branches. A beautiful double-axe and one-handed elf battle axe is embossed in the center of the branches.

All the nobles who knew the profession showed shocking and envious eyes. The artistic value of this breastplate alone was enough to buy the territory of a small noble. The noble ladies and ladies' eyes were extremely enthusiastic, and even the daughters of Grand Duke Ticrek, whether they were married or unmarried, were openly watching Rogge.

Now no one will doubt how rich a great magician would be.

Seeing Roger wearing a full steel breastplate, Gnavara was surprised at first, and then ecstatic. The metal's defense against magic effect is common knowledge that every magic apprentice will know. Roger actually wore a full steel breastplate to show off his wealth! Although Gnavara had to admit that he could not afford such an expensive magic breastplate, in magic battles, the armor of tens of thousands of gold coins was not as good as a magic scroll of hundreds of gold coins. If it weren't for using magic crystal to measure Roger's magic power, Gnavara would not believe that he was a magician in any case. He had never heard of any magician wearing a full steel breastplate on his body. Although that breastplate seemed to strengthen the protection of magic, this protection could not make up for the loss of magic.

"No matter what, it seems that my luck is still so good!" Gnavara thought with a smile.

When he saw that Roger had not even brought an elf guard, he laughed even more happily.

It was such a wonderful afternoon tea party. All the people, Grand Duke Ticrek, Danro and Carlos, and the two magicians, were so pleasant.

Gnavara couldn't wait. He seemed to have returned to the time when he was young to challenge the monsters with adventurers. At that time, the battle was thrilling but sure to win, just like this time. But he was a palace magician with status, and he was a magician with unknown origin and obviously half a bucket of water. He was not good at challenging Roger directly, and he needed an excuse and reason. However, Gnavara was not worried. He knew that Danro would arrange all this.

Finally, just as he was about to lose his patience, a count lady finally began to ask about Roger's glorious deeds of sealing the demon. Roger answered her questions politely, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at Adeer, the most beautiful daughter of Grand Duke Ticrek. Adeer also quietly looked at Roger intentionally or unintentionally, with a proud and reserved smile on the corner of her mouth.

After briefly narrating the thrilling experience of the seal demon for some time, Roger finally satisfied the curiosity of the count's lady. However, the trouble immediately continued.

"Master Rog, who is stronger with your magical abilities or Master Gnavara? It must be you, you sealed the ancient demon!" A mature and gorgeous lady asked extremely eagerly.

This is too obvious torture, but Gnavara finally waited for this opportunity, so where would he let it go?

"Mr. Roger, I am also a magician. I really want to ask, is the ancient demon you sealed?" Gnavara asked unceremoniously.

The tea hall suddenly became quiet, and Gnavara's words were tantamount to accusing Rog of being a liar! In the upper class, this was the invitation to duel. Except for Tikrik, everyone is eagerly looking forward to a grand magic showdown. However, the Grand Duke finally had two magicians, and he did not want to hurt any of them, which would be too great a loss for the Principal of Alay.

Before he could stand up to stop him, Roger replied coldly: "Master Gnavara, are you accusing me of being a liar? I have deceived all the noble gentlemen and ladies here? I have deceived the beautiful Miss Adele?"

Adeer said "ah" and covered her mouth with a fan. But her eyes shone with excitement and pride.

Gnavara said arrogantly: "I only know that it is a fact that every magic apprentice knows that it is impossible for every magic apprentice to wear metal armor. I only know that the powerful power of the ancient demon is beyond ordinary people's imagination! Although I am a level 11 magician like you, I have to say that the slaves of the ancient demon can easily defeat me! I wonder how you seal the ancient demon? It seems that except for you and the elves under your command, no one has seen how you seal the demon? Maybe your performance can deceive many people. After all, not many people understand the mysteries of magic, but unfortunately! Forty years of magic career has given me some wisdom and vision, so that I can see through the truth behind these brilliant appearances."

The nobles began to talk in a low voice. Tikrik's face also showed a solemn look. After all, it is common sense that magicians cannot wear metal armor. I know that this does not have to become a magic apprentice. Moreover, Gnavara and Roger are magicians of the same level. If all the demon's slaves can defeat Gnavara, then Roger will never be able to seal the ancient demon itself.

"The world of magic is profound and vast. Although you are already a wizard in the palace, you obviously have not yet understood this. Glory and wealth not only weaken your magic power, but also seem to damage your wisdom. Since you have raised your doubts, I am happy to let you understand what the eleventh level magic can do. Can I understand your doubts just now as a challenge?" Roger replied coldly.

"That's my honor!" Gnavara replied coldly.

Soon, a group of nobles came to the military exercise field next to the palace, and the nobles hid from a distance on the platform to watch the battle. A large-scale magic shield is a very luxurious thing. To protect such a large group of nobles, I am afraid that even Froya may not be able to do it even if she comes, not to mention the two second-rate magicians Gnavara and Roger. So although everyone wanted to watch the magic showdown that they only saw in their lives, being involved in magic is not a joke, so they all stayed on a relatively safe platform.

Rog and Gnavara were fifty meters apart, quietly waiting for the etiquette officer to announce the start of the duel. Rog's sharp eyes had already discovered that Gnavara had secretly held two magic scrolls in his hand, and the magic wand also stored ready-made magic.

Roger did not use his magic wand, nor did he take off his breastplate. Gnavara was overjoyed and thought to himself: "This is your own death, but I'm not so bad!"

"I announce that the duel... begins!" The sharp voice of the etiquette officer echoed in the square.

As soon as the etiquette official finished speaking, Gnavara paused the magic wand and activated the magic stored in it immediately. A faint magic light enveloped his whole body. This was a low-level spell "magic absorption" that could deal with most quickly small attack magic. It was the most orthodox tactic for magicians to fight against. Then, Gnavara, who blessed the protective magic, activated two magic scrolls again, and blessed himself with the masks of defense against evil and ghosts. Only then did he chant the spell with confidence and began to prepare for large-scale attack magic.

The ghost mask can enhance the magician's dodge on magical damage and physical damage, which is also one of the absolutely orthodox magic tactics. But why do you still need to defend against evil? Rogge thought about it and understood that Gnavara was going to summon powerful evil creatures. Powerful summoned creatures are unwilling to be controlled, and some of them will directly attack the scope of sight. There is no doubt that the summoned magician himself is the person closest to these evil creatures. This magic can completely ignore the existence of the summoned magician.

The fat man smiled evilly. Since he summoned evil creatures, it would be natural to release Gregory or the Flame Bone Demon? How could the things summoned by the eleventh-level mage be stronger than Feng Yue’s two vicious subordinates?

He waited patiently, but was surprised.

As the Gnavara spell was completed, a purple-black pillar of fire soared into the sky at Roger's feet and wrapped him in.

Carlos exclaimed in the stands and stood up nervously!

"Dark Magic?" The fat man was very surprised. Practicing dark magic has a great impact on the reputation of the magician! He thought about it and realized that Gnavara must have deceived the Principal of Ale. No one could see the difference between magic. This was why he practiced and used the powerful dark magic without any hesitation.

However, although this dark flame pillar is powerful, it is useless to Roger. The fat man's powerful mental power has given him a high level of magic resistance. After swallowing the Green Dragon Blood Crystal, the magic resistance is even more enhanced. The fat man sighed secretly, what kind of magic he used is bad, and he has to use dark magic? In terms of understanding of dark magic, how can Gnavara compare with Roger who has learned the magic of Elysis, the magic of Princess Elysis in the Demon Realm? In addition to insufficient magic power, Roger is already familiar with controlling the black flames of the Demon Realm. However, what he and Gnavara can control are the most basic dark fire. Compared with Elysis's Nether Sea Fire, although the appearance is the same, its power is far inferior.

Roger stood there motionlessly. A faint black flame appeared around him, separating Gnavara's dark flame pillar outside. However, no one could tell that there was actually another layer of demon flame protection wall in the blazing dark flame pillar.

"Hahahaha!" Gnavara laughed thrilled. Roger was useless, but he didn't expect that he was directly burned by the Dark Flame Pillar. Even the strongest knight in the Principality could not last a few seconds. Roger had been inside for so long, and he must have been turned into ashes. He felt a little heartbroken now, hoping that it could withstand the burning of the dark flames.

The flame pillar dissipated, and Roger stood there with a smile, not even hurting a single hair.

Gnavara's eyes were about to fall out of sight.

"How can a shallow person like you understand the mystery of magic?" Rogge smiled faintly, and with a wave of his hand, five purple-black magic missiles flew towards Gnavara.
To be continued...