Wizard Immortal

Chapter 213 Welcoming

In the dimly lit room, as the wooden door creaked open, the people sitting inside all turned to look outside, their gazes falling on Adir.

Feeling the gazes upon him, Adir's expression remained unchanged; he simply lowered his head and quietly walked inside.

At this moment, his appearance was very similar to that of the people around him. They were all wearing black hoods and even had bronze masks on their faces to cover their features.

"Good, it seems everyone has arrived." A familiar voice came from the front, drawing everyone's attention.

Adir looked ahead and saw Anthony, dressed in black robes and shrouded in a powerful magical field, walking out from a side door.

Upon reaching this point, he didn't waste any time with pleasantries and went straight to the person below him: "Everyone has received my messages during this period, so you probably know what's going to happen in the meantime."

The people around nodded silently, but no one spoke.

"very good!"

Anthony's face was cold, and his immense magical power emanated wildly, causing the wizards present to feel fear: "I can tell you all a piece of news: the peace talks to come will be the time for us to take action."

"They're finally here..." This thought flashed through Adir's mind as he listened to Anthony's words from ahead.

The wizards present had already anticipated this news and did not react strongly.

After saying this, Anthony didn't say anything more, but silently placed the note he had prepared earlier on the wooden table.

Under the control of mental power, the thin strip of paper flew slowly and accurately to the front of each person.

During this process, no one spoke, and no one even opened the note.

"This concludes this meeting."

After looking around, Anthony announced the end of the meeting.

One by one, the wizards left in silence, and soon only two remained.

Adir was one of them. As for the other one, although he also concealed his appearance and physique, Adir still easily recognized him as Green, whom he had met before.

"Take a look at your mission," Anthony's voice came quickly from ahead.

Hearing his words, Adir unfolded the pale yellow paper in his hand.

The pale yellow paper didn't contain much content, just a single line of text written in Old Hess.

"Kill Maddreyra..."

As he silently recited the words in his mind, Adir felt a ripple of emotion.

Within the Emerald Hand, there is only one person named Maddreyra, who was the one who brought Adir into the Emerald Hand.

The opponent's strength is at the Transformation level.

Looking at the note, Adir didn't voice any questions, but looked at Anthony with some confusion.

He asked himself if he had offended the other party. On the contrary, during this time, because of the purification potion, Anthony valued him highly and should not have sent him such an impossible task.

Seemingly sensing Adir's gaze, Anthony looked at Adir and said, "Don't worry, you're just supporting me on this mission."

"The real key player is still Green."

As he spoke, he glanced at another person beside him.

A powerful surge of spiritual energy emanated, carrying magical power no less than that of a wizard in the metamorphosis stage, instantly revealing the opponent's strength.

This is clearly a transformation period, and judging from the chip's detection data, it is even stronger than a typical transformation period wizard.

The next moment, all of Green's powerful aura disappeared, and a faint force field on his surface concealed the fluctuations of his magical power.

"Grimm has the blood of the Savage Titan, making him very strong in close combat. Moreover, he has been in the metamorphosis stage for quite some time now. If the opponent is caught off guard, taking down Medo shouldn't be too difficult."

Standing on the high platform in front, sensing the aura emanating from Green, Anthony nodded: "If Green can't complete the mission either, I'll step in later."

"I see."

Hearing this, Adir nodded slightly, having no further doubts about the mission.

Unlike Adir, in the Emerald Hand, Grin is an inspector responsible for suppressing rebellions. Although he is very strong in actual combat, his strength as an ordinary formal wizard is only what he appears to be.

If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes this time, who would have thought that an ordinary wizard who was usually quiet and reserved would actually be a powerful wizard in the transformation stage?

If Green, as a subordinate, is like this, how could Anthony be so simple?

With these two people taking action, whether intentionally or unintentionally, dealing with a wizard in the metamorphosis stage shouldn't be too difficult.

"Adir, you're a pharmacist. For this mission, all you need to do is follow Green."

After glancing at Adir, Anthony spoke again: "The league already knows about you and highly praises your expertise in pharmacology."

"Unlike the decaying Emerald Hand, the Alliance has always been very generous to talents like yours."

He looked at Adir with a hint of admiration on his face: "You may not know this yet, but once you arrive at the Alliance, you will receive a personal audience with the leader."

"This is an extremely rare honor."

Upon hearing this, Adi immediately raised his head, somewhat surprised and somewhat understanding.

Judging from this, the batch of purification potions he had refined over the past two months had most likely been transported to the Black Wizard Alliance by Anthony, which is why the alliance took notice.

As a refiner, Adir had given Anthony at least sixty or seventy bottles of purification potions in the past two months. Such a high output would be difficult even for some master potion makers, and it would inevitably attract attention.

However, this kind of attention is not harmful to Adir at present, and can even play a good protective role.

At least as an apothecary, one's greatest role is naturally in concocting potions, which is relatively safer than that of blood sorcerers who are responsible for combat.

Standing there, Anthony gave some instructions and then let Adir leave first.

"Lord Grin, what do you think?"

Standing inside the wooden house, looking at Adir's figure in the distance, Anthony suddenly spoke.

"A very good young man. His talent in pharmacology is probably no less than that of the Dean of the Emerald Hand."

The mask on Green's face was removed at some point, revealing a rough and cold face: "His success rate in refining is definitely much higher than one in twelve."

"good."

Anthony nodded, then spoke again: "Has the leader arrived?"

"We've arrived," Green replied, his tone still indifferent.

"I have a feeling that the leader is a bit too hasty this time."

Anthony frowned slightly and said to Green.

"no way."

Green raised his head, his brown eyes revealing a deep depth: "We don't have much time left. Before the disaster strikes, we must resolve the conflicts on the ground..."

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A few days later, at noon, the sun was shining brightly on the earth.

A violent wind was blowing in the sky, and a whistling sound could be heard in one's ears.

On a vast, open plain, a group of wizards stood there, as if waiting for someone.

At the head of the group of wizards stood a wizard dressed in a jade robe, with a jade ring on his hand.

Unlike the other wizards around him, he looked very young and handsome, but his blue eyes were filled with a sense of vicissitude and death, making him look nothing like a young man.

This is Krullard, the current headmaster of the Emerald Hand, known as the Emerald Light, and also the only level 5 apothecary in the Emerald Hand.

Whether in terms of his wizarding level or his expertise in potion-making, he was among the top in the Maison region, with few able to rival him.

Beside him stood two other people, dressed in the robes of the Emerald Hand elders. One of them was none other than Elder Mads, whom Adir had seen from afar.

Besides the dean and two elders, a number of wizards stood in the distance behind them, each of whom was at least a formal wizard to be qualified to stand there.

And among this group of people, Adir was conspicuously present.

He was standing behind Maddo, with a burly wizard standing beside him, who looked like a small giant. It was Green.

"Nearly half of the official wizards in the entire Emerald Hand came out to greet us."

Standing still, Adir glanced at the surrounding scenery and muttered to himself.

As the headquarters of the Emerald Hand, there are at least forty or fifty official wizards stationed here, and more than twenty wizards came out to greet us at this time, including the Dean and two elders.

If all these people were to perish here, the entire Emerald Hand would likely be thrown into turmoil.

Thinking of this, his gaze involuntarily turned to the distance.

In the direction he was looking, two elders stood quietly, emanating a powerful aura that was enough to instill fear in anyone who merely sensed it.

Without a doubt, both elders were at the level of second-level wizards to be able to perform such a terrifying feat.

As for the Dean, who is theoretically the strongest, his aura is actually very faint, with no trace of it emanating from him, making it impossible for anyone to grasp his exact strength.

However, there is no doubt that as the leader, his strength must be greater than that of ordinary elders. As for the exact difference, only they themselves probably know the truth.

Roar! !

An astonishing roar came from afar, accompanied by a burst of fire.

Under Adir's gaze, the distant horizon seemed to be dyed with a layer of red clouds, and violent energy particles were erupting, even coloring the entire sky.

A unique sense of stagnation washed over me, accompanied by a terrifying pressure.

A gigantic dragon with a single horn flew swiftly in, its massive body slowly descending, its terrifying aura raging wildly.

"This is... a swamp dragon..."

Looking at the giant dragon descending in the distance, Krullard, as the dean, stood at the forefront and muttered to himself, his gaze involuntarily falling behind the swamp dragon.

(End of this chapter)