Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago bid farewell to the Blood Tree of the Imprisoning God once more, then strode out of the miniature secret realm. After leaving the valley, he flew dozens of miles to the west and stopped.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, a silver-white magic airship, more than seventy meters long and more than forty meters high, appeared in his field of vision.

Dago narrowed his eyes and took the initiative to go to meet the airship.

Before they even got close, two figures stepped out of the airship—the tall, thin young man on the left had an ordinary appearance, but a pair of rather rare, sharp eyes like lapis lazuli; the man on the right was also young, with a fairly handsome appearance, but a more mature demeanor.

It was Violet and Pidge who had previously gone to explore the second line of the Mirror Forest with Dago.

This talent competition, jointly organized by the six major forces, allows members of each party with a certain level of strength or above to watch the matches, with approximately fifty people participating.

On the Thorn Ring side, there was no rule that everyone should set off together. Violet and Peter were eligible to go and watch the battle, so Dargo simply went with the two of them.

"Dago!"

The three met up, and the two exchanged brief greetings with Dago before boarding the airship. Violet then said, "It will take us about a day to get to the Goblin Plains. The competition will take place in three days, so we have plenty of time."

Dago nodded, and the three of them sat down inside the airship to rest, chatting about the big and small things that had happened during Dago's two months of arduous training.

Violet knew that Dago would represent the Thorn Ring in the competition, so she specially collected some information for him, most of which was from within the Ring, and very little from the other five major forces.

"Aside from the top few among them, the remaining candidates for the competition cannot be determined; this is all we have collected so far."

Violet turned to the page in the file belonging to the Lava Brotherhood, pointed to a name called "Igorshius," and said to Ronan with a slightly serious expression: "This man is the first wizard of the current generation of the Lava Brotherhood. He is the younger brother of the one you defeated Obadiah in the Second Battlefield."

Although rumors have always circulated that the two have a bad relationship, they are, after all, heirs of the same family. If you encounter them in a competition, be careful!

Dago nodded, Obadiah's face, now awakened by his bloodline, flashing through his mind.

He slowly flipped through the document, and when he saw the page on "Black Swamp," his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he stopped.

Do you know this person?

Dargo extended his finger and gently touched the name "Ang Rio" on the parchment page, asking Violet and the other person a question.

The information displayed behind its name is very limited, with only a few brief phrases such as "early stage of the Third Ring Road".

He had a feeling that this guy was no ordinary person; the less he was described, the stronger he was.

"This person is very mysterious. He is a genius who has risen rapidly in the Black Swamp in recent years. He doesn't make many moves, but every time he does, his record is brilliant."

Violet pondered, "The most amazing one was when I was in the second ring, I defeated a well-known third-ring wizard genius from the Black Swamp head-on."

"Dago, do you know him?"

Peter noticed that Dargo's attitude towards Ang was unusual, and he couldn't help but ask.

Dago shook his head without offering any further explanation; it was his intuition as a strong person.

After briefly reviewing the entire document, Violet and the other person began discussing their exploration of the Mirror Forest.

About a month ago, the exploration of the third line also came to an end. The wizards of the Spiral Tower returned, many were seriously injured, and some even died.

Among the wizards who died tragically were Jareden, who had a grudge against Dago.

It is said that the exploration team accidentally triggered a terrifying restriction on the third line, releasing a large number of space and mirror magic puppets left over from ancient times. Their combat power was extremely terrifying, and all parties suffered heavy casualties.

The third line is the magical plant and potion garden of the wizards in the Ancient Mirror Forest. It is normal for it to be guarded. This result was expected by all parties. Moreover, the harvest from the third line is indeed quite rich.

Compared to the first two battlefields, the first and second battlefields seem much safer, at least no one has been reported to have perished.

Dago was slightly taken aback when he heard the news, and for a moment he was in a daze.

The battle that defeated Jareden seems like it happened just yesterday, and now Jareden is dead in the secret realm.

The path of a wizard is ultimately difficult, even for a second-ring wizard genius.

No one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.

The silver-white airship glided smoothly through the clouds and descended slowly. Soon, a vast plain appeared before Dago's eyes.

Nearby are patches of golden wheat fields, and traces of villages can be seen in the vicinity.

It was harvest season, and Dago even saw a boy on a field ridge, biting a straw, looking up at the sky, staring blankly as their airship passed by.

Further ahead lies a desolate, uninhabited area.

Gradually, you can see wild beasts or magical beasts running and resting on the ground. The plains are not flat, with some high mounds and huge pit outlines.

Dago stood on the deck of the airship, letting the gale make his robes flutter, calmly looking down at the scene below.

"Goblin Plains was once truly inhabited by goblins..."

Violet walked up from the side, leaned on the metal railing with both hands, and spoke to him.

"It is said that this area used to be a gathering place for goblins. More than a hundred years ago, some people even encountered goblins on this plain."

There have always been rumors that goblin treasures are buried beneath the Goblin Plains.

See those grassy pits and gullies? They were all dug out by people using magic.

As Dagger listened to Violet's story, he casually asked, "Has anyone ever found the treasure?"

"Of course not."

Violet shook her head. "Otherwise, this plain would have been completely turned upside down long ago, and there would be far more than just these few potholes."

Regarding the "goblins" Violet mentioned, Dargo had seen a related description in an ancient wizarding book.

Goblins are a very strange species. They are short in stature and ugly in appearance. Most goblins appear weak, dull, and vulgar. They have almost all the shortcomings of humans. They are not much different from monsters, but they are the ones with relatively inferior bloodlines among monsters.

However, some "purebreds" will always be born in this race.

These "purebred" goblins are the complete opposite of ordinary goblins. They are intelligent, agile, eloquent, and naturally gifted with high magical talent, including the most difficult-to-grasp spatial and even temporal spells.

However, these "purebreds" also have the same flaws as ordinary goblins: greedy and despicable personalities, evil, cunning and good at deception.

They possess an incomprehensible, fanatical desire to possess all the world's treasures, and the magic they learn is often used for theft, plunder, and robbery.

That's why the legend of "goblin treasure" has been passed down on this continent.

Almost everyone knows that behind a "pureblood" goblin often lies an unimaginable treasure, but very few people are able to find and obtain it.

Just like the Mirror Forest that left, many magical and ancient species left their original places after the continent collapsed. Perhaps they went to other continents, or perhaps they were simply submerged in the long river of time, and no one knows.

Dargo and Violet leaned against the bow of the boat, chatting idly.

Most of the time, Violet did the talking, and Dargo listened.

Dago deeply suspected that Violet had been "instructed" by Tower Master Undine to accompany him to the Goblin Plains primarily to provide him with "pre-battle psychological counseling" and alleviate his tension and anxiety.

"Where is Pide?"

After chatting for a while, Dargo casually asked about the wizard Peter, but Violet shook her head, indicating that he was probably meditating.

Ok.

After several encounters, Dargo also discovered that even French Ring geniuses like Violet and Peter were actually quite eccentric in private.

Don't be fooled by Violet's relaxed chat with D'Ago as she stands here; she actually seizes every spare moment to meditate and improve herself.

Before this, the three of them would spend half a day in the airship without exchanging a single word, each busy with their own things, and they hardly had any leisure time.

In fact, sometimes, the "geniuses" who seem glamorous and dazzling to outsiders are actually working harder than ordinary people because they have a higher perspective and have seen people who are more talented and outstanding than themselves.

Just then, Dargo suddenly heard Violet's low, urgent voice, "Dargo?!"

Dargo was taken aback by what he heard, and looked up to find Violet squinting in a certain direction.

He followed Violet's gaze and saw a small patch of fiery red maple forest far in the distance of the plain below, with some unusual black things appearing in the forest.

His eyesight was far better than that of the average wizard, and he could vaguely make out what appeared to be a strangely shaped pattern.

Violet spoke up: "Shall we go take a look?"

Dago did not refuse.

Violet left a message for Peter, who was meditating, via the communication stone, and then notified the airship operator to fly towards the distant maple forest.

The airship descended rapidly and soon approached the maple forest.

As they drew closer, the two realized that the black substance lying among the maple trees was a mixture of unidentified rotting flesh and slime, which appeared to have been treated with human magic.

The black, rotting slime formed a triple-ring pattern on the ground.

The upper three rings are intact, while the lower three rings are broken and scattered.

The entire pattern was slowly seeping into the ground, with very faint fluctuations of foul energy emanating from it. Standing on the magic airship and looking down at the strange pattern, against the backdrop of blood-red maple leaves, Dago felt a strange and eerie feeling arise inexplicably.

Dargo turned his head, just as Violet turned her face as well. The two looked at each other silently, both seeing a hint of doubt and unease in each other's eyes.

Violet gave Dargo a look, then stopped the airship and slowly moved towards the maple forest.

Just then, a deep voice sounded behind the two of them.

Don't go over there.

Dago turned around and saw that Peter, who had been meditating, had somehow emerged from inside the airship and was walking quickly toward them.

"This seems to be the symbol of the old Revival Society..."

Derby called out to Clemens, his expression somewhat grave and tense, glancing around nervously.

"A revival of the past?"

Dago frowned.

"Is it that infamous, world-destroying terrorist organization from the wizarding world?"

Violet seemed to have made a connection to something from Peter's words and quickly spoke up.

"right."

Peter nodded. "The Old Days Revival Society is also known as the Old Days Salvation Society. Of course, outsiders call them the Destroyer Society."

Dago was slightly taken aback, but after hearing Peter's explanation, he finally understood what the so-called Old Days Revival Society was all about.

Each member within is a hundred times more evil than a typical black-robed wizard.

They are fanatical and fanatical, firmly believing that the gradual collapse of the continent is due to the excessive corruption of the spirit of ordinary people in the world, which has polluted the sea of ​​human consciousness.

They desperately longed to return to that prosperous and glorious era, when wizarding civilization was at its most brilliant. To this end, they spared no effort in trying to cleanse and destroy the entire world, to invite the so-called "supreme and great beings of the past" to descend, rebuild a new continent, and establish a new order.

"I saw an introduction to the Old Revival Society in an old book, and this picture is somewhat similar to their organization's logo."

Peter's eyes were fixed on the strange patterns that were about to disappear completely in the maple forest below. He said in a low voice, "Of course, I'm not entirely sure. Information about the Revival Society has always been taboo, and I know very little about it."

The three stood on the airship, falling into thought and silence.

Dago's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the "World Stone Coordinates" on the back of his right hand.

He remembered Undine telling him that behind his coordinates was likely a world filled with calamities.

Tell him not to expose himself, lest he attract the attention of some crazy, ambitious people.

"Just as a shattered World Stone appeared in the Ancient Mirror Forest, traces of a suspected terrorist organization appeared at the genius competition jointly organized by the six major wizarding forces."

"Is it a coincidence?"