Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 784 Winter is a season of cleansing
Locke manipulated the tree-man, tracing the flow of dimensional power, searching for someone to whom the remaining luck of this world would converge. Locke was not a wizard specializing in divination and was not very good at this.

However, he possesses an enhanced version of a second-circle wizard's insight, brought about by the Three-Eyed Tiger Cat, and also has the [Spiritual Vision], which is strengthened by being built upon a foundation of great magic.

Therefore, he quickly identified the objects from which the power of hundreds of planes in this world converged.

These people are scattered among the tribes on the ice plains of Louis World.

Locke had just arrived at a tribe on the ice plains when he discovered that the tribe was already plagued by an undead scourge, with endless skeleton warriors appearing from afar.

A vulture-like undead creature that feeds on dying undead appeared in the sky above the tribe.

That's a death-eating vulture.

Possessing a certain degree of prophetic ability, it is clear that the Louis world has quite a few of these undead birds, used to capture those who might rebel against the wizard Berber Morgan.

Soon, an entire tribe in this world was slaughtered.

Among the undead army appeared the Lich King's mount, whose pupils flickered with soulfire, clearly indicating that he was the avatar of the wizard Berber Morgan in this world.

The wizard Berber Morgan placed his clone into this world to suppress it, strengthen his control over it, become the plane master of the Louis plane, and take charge of the undead calamity throughout the entire plane.

The Lich King's mount was the Frostbone Dragon. He stood on the Frostbone Dragon's head, using leaping soul fire to look at the treant inhabited by Locke's consciousness.

"Locke Augustine, what are you planning?"

"You want to exploit the chosen one of this world? That's ridiculous. I have complete control over this plane."

"Even so, whenever you approach any tribe of the chosen ones of the plane, my army will immediately approach and slaughter that tribe."

I won't give you any chance.

Berber Morgan was clearly going all in.

"You are not guaranteed to win this world war. You have no one in the world to back you up!"

The frost bone dragon beneath his feet, infused with dimensional power, opened its mouth, and its breath erupted forth.

The entire plane seemed to be shrouded in the roar of the dragon.

The next moment, the frost bone dragon unleashed a chilling dragon breath, the coldness like the desolation of the apocalypse, the end of all things, everything freezing into ice.

The tree-man that Locke's consciousness was attached to was instantly frozen into ice by the dragon's breath.

The next moment, the Frost Bone Dragon swept across the ice, then took to the air, leading its army to attack the ever-expanding forest and return to the battlefield of dragons and treants.

At this moment, the three-headed bone dragon and the ancient tree spirit were still fighting.

Unfortunately, Locke was not good at treant science. Otherwise, if the wizard Edgar were here, he could have directly controlled the Tree of Life treants and probably crushed and killed the four-headed bone dragon with his own hands.

Instead of the current situation where it's just a balance of power.

After the treant, which had been turned into an ice sculpture, was evacuated by the undead calamity, the ice sculpture suddenly shattered, and three seeds flew out from it, continuing to fly into the distance.

'Berber was far too careless.'

'Although he inadvertently ruined my plan, he failed to discover my true objective.'

'I even used the Moon Cultivation Method to evolve a second-ring magical plant native to this world, and then used the blooming and withering of flowers to turn it into a seed.'

Locke's magic pressure was 19,000 at this moment due to the ferocious beast panel.

Therefore, his standard maximum magic runes are four, so he has one more maximum magic rune that can be added to a spell model, and the spell model he chose to add is the blooming and withering of flowers.

Locke asked the old blue-headed wizard Ackerman at Golden Crown Mountain for five more articles related to the Chosen Ones, and then quickly learned about the Chosen Ones by reading these five articles.

'Creating chosen ones for a new plane is what prophetic magic excels at.'

'Back in the world of magic, the witch Medea used divination to create the Child of Destiny.'

'I'm not a prophetic wizard, but at this moment I've entered a state of [doing whatever I want without overstepping the bounds]. Combined with the special abilities of a second-circle wizard, while I can't easily create a true chosen one of the planes myself.'

'But choosing a chosen one from another plane might not be a bad idea.'

'Prophecy magic is merely the study of fate, and fate existed even before prophecy magic. I don't need to get bogged down in that.'

'Berber has sealed off those naturally occurring chosen ones of those planes. If I approach, regardless of the reason, he will slaughter all living beings there. In this world, he has a localized magical pressure advantage.'

The three seeds, carried by Locke's consciousness, flew into the distance.

Without the Berber wizard's knowledge, it fell into the hands of a new tree spirit, which scanned the two directions before it.

There was an elven tribe located 15 kilometers away, which was the location of a chosen one of the planes.

But Locke knew that if he tried to command the treants to come closer, the tribe would be slaughtered immediately.

The Berber wizard is now like a frightened bird; at the slightest sign of trouble, he will slaughter an entire elven or human tribe.

He won't give himself any opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

The second direction leads to a human tribe about six kilometers away.

At this moment, a branch of the Scourge, led by the Dead Winter Knight and composed of undead knights, marched through that tribe.

The leader, a Death Winter Knight who was equivalent to a first-class wizard apprentice, boredly ordered the hunting of half of the tribe's living people on the ice.

That's a game that the dead in this world often enjoy playing.

It suddenly appears when a tribe's population has recovered to a certain level, and then orders the undead army to hunt down half of the tribe's population.

A battle royale will then occur.

In the world of the dead, there is no need for the living; the living only need to appear as prey for the undead.

The Dead Winter Knight was clad in dark blue armor, resembling a dead winter, and wore a silver mirror on his chest.

At this moment, he was about to hunt down this tribe.

He deliberately let a small number of low-level undead appear first, letting the humans in the tribe know that they had arrived. Then he made these humans abandon their tribal home and flee in all directions. After that, he released the Dead Winter Hounds to hunt down the living people.

The Dead Winter Knight watched with smug satisfaction as the living scrambled to escape for their lives, even deliberately tripping people to divert the horde of undead from their own.

He was once an elf, but after becoming a death knight, he lost his appetite, his sense of enjoyment, and his perception of the passage of time.

For a long time, his consciousness became hazy and confused, but one day, a dragon's roar suddenly exploded in his mind.

Like the coldest chill in winter.

He awoke and became the Knight of the Dead Winter. After becoming the Knight of the Dead Winter, he felt dissatisfied and uncomfortable every moment, but he could not satisfy himself through the enjoyment of material desires as he had when he was an elf.

As a spirit of the dead, even the most delicious food placed before him is a waste, and the most beautiful scenery is of no interest to him.

But the more this happened, the more restless and anxious he became, and that anxiety turned into mockery of the living.

Only by hunting the living and witnessing their greed and cowardice could he find some solace in the uncontrollable restlessness within him. But this satisfaction was fleeting.

As a spirit of the dead, he was constantly in a state of restless anxiety that could not be satisfied.

That restlessness and anxiety was like an endless winter!
The Dead Winter Knight watched as his Dead Winter Hounds devoured the creatures.

His own Deathwinter Riders, who were equivalent to third-class wizard apprentices, scattered and chased after the panicked human tribesmen.

At this moment, he also found a target: two human children who had run away together.

Or perhaps it was a human teenager, leading a human boy who was about ten years old.

The Dead Winter Knight stared at them, as if recalling memories from his time as an elf. He also remembered how he had once grabbed his sister's hand and tried to run away.

Memories of his life kept popping up in his mind.

But at this moment, these memories are not a blessing, but a source of pain.

At that moment, he raised his weapon and slashed at the ground. Instantly, a crack appeared in the icy plain, causing the two human boys to fall to the ground. At the same time, a gust of cold air blew out from the crack.

The Deathly Winter Knight seemed to be deliberately toying with them, so he neither killed them with the first-class wizard apprentice-level spell nor took the opportunity to kill them. Instead, he commanded the Frostbone Horse to circle around them.

He spoke in a cold voice.

"Kill one, let one go."

The two human boys immediately understood what he meant.

Only one person can survive today.

One person can escape, while the other must die by the terrible sword of the dead winter.

Once they die at the hands of the undead Scourge in this world, they will not find peace in death; they will be resurrected as undead again.

Born as prey, die as slaves!
The two boys exchanged a glance. Logically, they should decide who lives and who dies. Perhaps this is a rational decision, or perhaps it will lead to an ugly fight.

The Dead Winter Knight watched this scene with a sense of morbid curiosity, waiting for the show to unfold.

Only in this way can his perpetually insatiable heart find a moment's satisfaction.

Only then will his endless, eternal torment find a moment of respite.

In that instant, the human boy, who was about sixteen years old, for some reason saw a human sword gleaming coldly on the ground. He suddenly picked up the sword, and instead of running away or surrendering, he raised the sword and slashed at the Dead Winter Knight.

A moment of surprise flashed through the Dead Winter Knight's mind, followed by a sneer.

The gap between the two sides is really too big.

A mortal, a first-class wizard apprentice.

Like the difference between heaven and earth.

The Dead Winter Knight said in a cold tone, "You have chosen a path that will lead to the deaths of both of you."

The human boy's eyes were neither resolute nor clear-headed; they were simply filled with anger.

He couldn't make a rational choice: whether to live or to let his younger brother live.

He could not bring himself to betray his own heart and force his brother to die there while he himself escaped.

He wasn't that kind, nor that smart, nor that evil.

At this moment, his remaining rationality was overwhelmed by the rage born of his desire to survive. He was not particularly intelligent to begin with, and he was never quick to learn hunting in the tribe, let alone good at it.

His parents once said that he was not suited to be a hunter with superb skills; he could only do odd jobs in the tribe.

Such an ordinary man, at this critical moment of life and death, he was completely dumbfounded. So when he saw a sword on the ground, he didn't want to think about anything, completely ignoring the difference in strength, and then picked up the sword and slashed at the Dead Winter Knight.

The next moment, three seeds suddenly appeared from afar, embedding themselves in the ordinary sword like bullets.

The three seeds sprouted and took root rapidly, as if nourished by something. The roots of the plum tree wrapped around the sword, and then the magic of winter descended.

The human boy's sword clashed with the sword of the dead winter knight.

But it wasn't the former's sword that broke; it was the latter's sword that was slashed.

The Dead Winter Knight stared in astonishment at the broken sword in his hand, and then the human boy cleaved his body in two with a single blow.

The Dead Winter Knight looked at the human boy, "Why?"

"Am I comfortable?"

The appearance of the Winter Magic instantly broke the bond between the Burial Grounds and death and winter, bringing part of the world back to consciousness. Once death and winter were unbound, the Winter Knight, who was bound by this relationship, naturally lost his power.

But this Dead Winter Knight showed no fear of death.

He felt that the right to die that he had been deprived of was returning, and that long-lost sense of satisfaction was reappearing. The emptiness he felt from being neither alive nor dead was gradually being filled with the return of death.

The Deathly Winter Knight looked at the boy and said, "Thank you for letting me rest in peace."

A long-lost feeling reappeared in his heart.

That is called the fear of death.

Death is the beginning of new life. When all things sprout, every life's fear of death is precisely its persistence and pursuit of life.

When the Deathly Winter Knight realized he was going to die again, fear returned to his heart, and he returned to the order of life.

Death and rebirth are a cycle. It is normal for people to resist death, but the place of burial makes people stay in death forever, thus believing that they are immortal.

This has created a tragic situation where every spirit in the burial ground system is constantly seeking satisfaction.

That feeling had tormented the Dead Winter Knight for centuries; he had originally thought it was an eternal punishment.

Well, since God has already given him eternal punishment, what morality does he still need to abide by?
The soul of the Dead Winter Knight departed from that sinful body.

"Winter is the season for cleansing sins."

"Plug that sword into the eternal spirit land, the very center of the burial ground."

"This world will find peace again."

The elven knight looked at his hands.

“I am deeply sinful and filled with fear.”

"I am extremely weak and miserable."

"But I am already content."

(End of this chapter)