The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 13.13. The Emperor's Order

"Alright, the orcs have all been dealt with."

Elion looked out at the desolate wasteland in front of Rolling Stone Village, littered with orc corpses.

This level of combat doesn't require him to personally intervene.

He then looked back at the villagers of Rolling Stone Village.

These civilians, who had survived the ordeal, were still trembling with fear.

"Thank you, esteemed mages!"

"You saved the village."

As the village chief bent down first and kissed the ground in front of the shamans, the other villagers also prostrated themselves on the ground.

The same goes for Grete.

The boy, barely 12 years old, lay with his head pressed against the ground, his body still trembling. The image of the orcs roaring and charging down the hillside still lingered in his mind.

Previously, their enemies were mostly weak goblins and kobolds. Orcs were fewer in number, usually only a few at a time.

This time, the number of orcs who came to raid the village was far greater than all the orcs Grete had ever seen in his entire life!
If it weren't for the mages who saved the village, Rolling Stone Village would no longer exist.

“As you just saw, the orcs are very strong and armed. They are bloodthirsty, incredibly strong, and a natural fighting race. If we hadn’t used magic to kill the invading orcs, this place would be ruins now.”

Elijah paused for a moment, then said, "So, do you know what needs to be done from now on?"

"I understand, Master!"

The village chief, who was lying prostrate on the ground, barely managed to raise his head, tears welling in his eyes:

"We will remember the kindness of the Dharma Masters, and from now on, we will absolutely obey their orders. For our lives were given to us by the Dharma Masters!"

"No!"

El-Erian's tone left no room for argument, and he spoke in a commanding manner:
"You must learn magic. That way, you can protect yourselves."

This was the first order ever issued by the Emperor of Eldoron to the common people on the surface of the earth.

Upon hearing Elian's words, Little Grete, who was lying prostrate on the ground, suddenly trembled, feeling a shiver run down his spine as if an electric current had shot through his body.

He hadn't expected the Emperor's order to be like this.

But immediately, Gretel felt that it made some sense:

"That's right! As long as I learn arcane magic and become a powerful mage, I can protect the village!"

"If I had known magic when the orcs invaded a few years ago, my uncle wouldn't have died. And my father's little finger would still be here."

"I will study hard and become the most powerful mage, the guardian of the entire Rolling Stone Village!"

at the same time.

Elian withdrew his gaze from Little Grete.

Other mages naturally couldn't see anything special about this commoner boy.

But as a god of magic who returned from the distant future, Elion could accurately judge the progress of Grete's awakening of the dragon bloodline from the fleeting, fiery light in the boy's pupils and the faint magical aura emanating from his body.

"Not bad, the ancient red dragon's bloodline is awakening much faster than I expected!"

"Sure enough, his frequent exposure to dragon language vocabulary at school during this period, as well as his intense thirst for magic, played a crucial role in the awakening of his extraordinary bloodline."

"Such a genius sorcerer, one in a million, if he could awaken before adulthood..." You must know that in his previous life, Grete only awakened many years later, during a near-death crisis when mages massacred a village.

In theory, he has already missed the best age to receive magical training.

As the first warlock to be recorded in human history, a super genius one in a million, Grete instantly became a high-ranking warlock of the sixth ring upon awakening his red dragon bloodline.

Within the first second of encountering magic, he achieved what countless genius mages, despite years of hard study and a lifetime of dedication, could not accomplish.

In Elian's previous life, he would have been a super genius on par with Ramanujan!

It's no wonder that the Imperial mages harbored great hostility towards these "natural spellcasters" who didn't need to learn.

Theoretically speaking, such a super genius sorcerer, with normal training, would have an absolutely limitless future.

At least, there is a considerable probability that they will surpass the ninth ring level and enter the legendary realm.

Unfortunately, in the original history, Grete, as the leader of a civilian resistance army, was regarded as an absolute enemy by the mages of Eldoron. Less than three months after awakening his magic, he was brutally suppressed by the imperial mage nobles.

But none of this has happened yet.

Elian looked at the frail boy who was shivering and looked unremarkable among the large group of villagers.

In this life, he wants to awaken this genius sorcerer ahead of time, get him to stand on the side of the empire, and give him the most suitable training.

As a vital fighting force against the subsequent invasion of the dragon lords and the demon legions!

"After all, he was the first recorded sorcerer in human history. This determined the attitude of the Imperial mages towards sorcerers."

"At that time, it would be best to design a scene where Grete awakens his bloodline in a positive light..."

……

The moon rises.

Silver light shone down, draping the earth in a silver veil.

Elian sat on the rock, gazing into the distance:

The villagers recovered from the fear of the orc attack, lit a campfire, and sang and danced in its light.

The bard plucked the strings of his lute, singing praises to the heroes who saved the village from the orcs, to the sky city that built schools for them and shared knowledge with them, and to envisioning a bright new life for the future.

The melodious music echoed under the starry sky and drifted into the forest.

Bards in ancient Eldoron did not yet know how to draw magic from music. The bard as a transcendent profession would not appear for many more centuries.

But the melodious, beautiful, and tear-jerking music is genuine.

In just a few months, the disgraceful deeds of the Sky City mages have been gradually buried.

"His Majesty……"

Just as Elion was admiring the beautiful scene of the empire's reforms, its rebuilding, and its preparations for the future, a figure quietly appeared in front of Elion.

It was Thor, the mage general of Eldoron—the commander of the battle to wipe out the orcs just now.

"Your Majesty, after two months of preparation and mobilization, all the elite battle mages of the Floating City have been summoned."

"We are ready to strike at any time and wipe out the orc clans within the Empire!"

(End of this chapter)