The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 29, Section 28: The Warlock Awakens, the Red Dragon Breaths!
Yes, Joseph saw it all.

The instant the two orc barbarians raised their giant axes, scorching fireballs struck them, blasting half of the bodies off these two powerful orcs—men even he, a formal mage, struggled to handle.

The scorching fire came from Little Grete.

“Grete, this... you did this?”

In a great shock, Mr. Joseph picked up his glasses and casually put them on, not noticing at all that they were crooked.

Just a few hours ago, wasn't this child complaining to himself about not being able to understand arcane formulas and struggling to construct even the most basic spell models?

"Grete, you've learned magic?"

The moment he asked the question, Joseph realized how absurd it was.

The power of that fire magic just now far exceeded the upper limit of the spells his teacher could cast.

Those were two orcish barbarians!

Any one of them is no less powerful than a mediocre low-level mage like him.

"Teacher...I...I don't know." Little Grete looked at his hands in confusion.

The crimson sparks still lingered on my fingertips.

Just a moment ago, under intense emotional stimulation, he did feel pure magic erupt from his veins, and the scorching energy bombarded the orcs with his will. He even remembered that he instinctively uttered a certain dragon incantation.

However, no knowledge flowed through his mind.

This is clearly not the magic the teacher taught us.

His spellcasting seemed to follow intuition and instinct.

Without much thought, directing this magical power was as natural to him as breathing and drinking water.

"Have I become a mage?"

"But this is quite different from what the teacher said."

Little Gretel stared blankly at his small, tender hands, where sparks drifted and wisps of smoke rose.

Just as the boy was wondering, the orc's beast-like howl interrupted his thoughts:

"What? There are human mages here too?"

"He killed our comrades!"

Ahead, Haug and the other beastmen also discovered the terrible state of their companions.

They saw their companions lying unconscious on the ground, their skin torn open, and two charred corpses reduced to half their bodies.

And on the ground next to him, Joseph, wearing glasses and a robe, dressed in standard monk attire.

"That middle-aged human with glasses was a mage; he killed Gro and Mordo!"

"Kill him and avenge our comrades."

"He's alone, let's all go together..."

Haug beckoned the orcs to pounce on Joseph, who was frozen in place, and Little Grete behind him.

No, it wasn't me... Joseph shuddered and frantically looked to the students behind him for help:
"Grete, Grete, can you unleash magic with the same power as before?"

Clearly, for some unknown reason, this student is now a spellcaster far more powerful than him.

"Will it have the same power as before? It might not..."

Little Gretel stared blankly at his hands and shook his head.

"What? You could only unleash one powerful spell just now? But there are even more orcs attacking now!"

Joseph looked ahead in alarm:

A large band of orcs charged forward, wielding short spears and battle axes, howling like ferocious beasts.

"Kill the human mage to avenge my comrades!"

Haug revealed a ferocious grin, exposing his sharp fangs covered in bits of wild beast flesh.

In the raging flames of Bloodscarred Canyon, he had no chance to engage any mage in direct combat. Now, Haug realized this might be his only chance in his life to truly kill a human mage!
"Great Ger'Ush above, orc gods above!" The orcs roared as they sang their off-key war song.

At this moment, the villagers were also awakened by the huge commotion caused by the orc attack.

Young men, armed with hoes, sickles, pitchforks, and axes, emerged from their homes to prepare for the attack of the orcs.

This is what the people of the surface villages of Eldoron have been doing year after year for the past few centuries.

They used their own blood and flesh to build walls to fight against inhuman fantasy monsters and protect their loved ones and villages.

Only the luckiest elders live past 50 and become renowned centenarians in the village.

"Let's fight these beastmen!"

"We must not let the mages kill any of the children before they arrive to help."

"Little Gret, you're here too? Son, what are you standing there for? Quickly hide behind us!"

"..."

Little Grete stood frozen in place, feeling the scorching magic surging through his veins.

Ahead lay the roaring orcs charging forward, behind them stood the villagers determined to fight them to the death.

"Teacher, what I mean is..."

A dazzling, fiery light shone from Little Grete's eyes. Illusory dragon scales appeared on the boy's skin.

"It's unlikely that I can control my power to the level of that last strike..."

"Because I feel that the surging magic within me is like..."

The orc Haug roared as he charged forward.

The powerful orc warrior, now only possessing his right arm, suddenly widened his eyes.

The intense red light illuminated his face.

His pupils reflected a crimson light and the phantom of a dragon.

Suddenly, Haug recalled the story told by the tribal high priest about the distant past.

"Before the elves became the rulers of this continent, the dragons ruled the land and the sky."

"Among all the common dragons, the two most powerful are the gold dragon among the metal dragons and the red dragon among the five-colored dragons."

"When these two dragons open their massive jaws, scorching flames will devour everything..."

crimson.

The red flames shot into the sky, illuminating the entire Rolling Stone Village and the pitch-black night, turning darkness into daylight.

"Teacher, I feel that the surging magic power within me... far exceeds the level of that attack just now, and I can't control it at all..."

……

High in the heavens, in the palace of the Arcane Emperor.

Elian looked at the reflection on the water's surface, gazing at the brilliantly blooming flower of flames.

"He's even stronger than Grete, who awakened his sorcerer powers nine years later in the original history..."

……

When little Greta came to his senses, everyone was looking at him.

The charred corpses of orcs lay scattered on the ground, emitting a foul stench.

Including that one-armed orc who looked the most ferocious. Including those orcs who were originally fighting the undead…

All the orcs that invaded the village are dead.

The villagers stared blankly as Little Grete stood in the center of the open space, his body radiating crimson light and surrounded by flames, like a god descending to earth.

(End of this chapter)