Wizard Immortal

Chapter 430 Sacrifice

The moon was cold, and a cold wind was blowing outside.

This is a rare cold season in the Silvermist Forest, during which the surrounding temperature gradually decreases, causing the number of active life forms to gradually decline.

Along a wide, long road, elves walked on foot, elder elves with their families, led by a priest, slowly making their way towards the distant city.

"This is the last batch. Once this group is sent away, this relocation will be almost over."

Riding at the front of the procession, Andra sighed softly as he looked at the city faintly visible in the distance, the tension in his heart gradually easing.

Nearly five months had passed since Adir was stationed in Fengkai City.

In the past five months, a lot has happened in the entire Maison area, and the already tense situation has shown a tendency to deteriorate further.

The Silver Mist Forest is doing alright, with King Kas and Kural holding the line, plus Adir personally guarding Wind City. Although the current situation is difficult, it is still relatively stable.

The Black Wizard Alliance, relying on the power of the Worldstone, steadily guarded its territory, giving the subterranean creatures no chance whatsoever.

However, while the Silvermist Forest and the Black Wizard Alliance can withstand it, other organizations may not be able to.

Over the past five months, the entire Maison region has been filled with the stench of blood. Of the three great wizarding organizations that were once on par with the Black Wizard Alliance, two have now been wiped out, leaving only the Waan Stones still holding out, just like the Black Wizard Alliance, withstanding the onslaught of the subterranean creatures.

Faced with the current situation, the subterranean creatures' offensive has begun to slow down.

However, this is not giving up, but rather preparing for a future outbreak.

The passage between the underground world and the surface world still exists and has not yet been covered by a new isolating force, so the power of underground creatures is growing rapidly every moment.

Once the power of those subterranean creatures reaches its limit, it will be time for them to launch their final attack.

"Preparations are almost complete."

On the city wall, watching the large number of demonic beasts gradually disperse outside the wall, Adir held his sword and thought to himself.

After a full five months, the Silver Mist Royal Court was almost ready.

The cities have been basically emptied. In addition to the residents being taken away, all the various witch formations and a large amount of supplies were also taken away without any reservation and concentrated in the Silver Mist Royal Capital.

The same was true in Wind City at this time. Apart from the guards, the other ordinary elves had left the city long ago and headed to the north of Silvermist Forest.

That was the original ancestral land of the Silver Mist Elves, protected by a large barrier, making it much safer than the area to the south.

As long as the Silver Mist King remains intact, the barrier will not disappear, and the ordinary elves living in the ancestral land will be safe.

At this point, Adir could begin preparing to evacuate, emptying the last supplies and magic array from Wind City, and then leaving the empty city to the subterranean creatures outside.

"Wait a few more days, it should be ready soon."

Standing quietly on the city wall, gazing at the endless white bones and corpses in the distance, Adir thought to himself.

The five-month-long war was of great help to Adir.

His greatest gain was the Bloodline Blade in his hand.

The underground world is full of all kinds of demonic beasts, and by absorbing the flesh and blood of these demonic beasts, the power absorbed by the Bloodline Blade is almost inexhaustible, accumulating to a considerable level over the past five months.

A significant portion of this power will transform into blood energy, flowing into Adir's body and accelerating the maturation of his bloodline.

Now, Adir can sense that the day when his bloodline will fully mature is not far off.

Another gain was the secret method of the soul deduced by the chip.

After nearly half a year, having obtained a large number of soul secret techniques from the world of destiny, Adir finally obtained a soul secret technique that suited him through the chip.

Coincidentally, the battlefield environment provides a unique advantage for the practice of soul magic, and thus, Adir successfully mastered this soul magic within five months.

「姓名:阿帝尔.法库斯。力量：167.9。敏捷：171.7。体质：175.8。精神：474.2。界能：145515.1。血脉：月精灵。」

Before my eyes, Adir's physical data appeared, and compared with before, all the data had changed.

This change is nothing short of incredible for other level three wizards. Because once you reach level three, any further progress becomes extremely difficult, and to achieve the leapfrog progress that Adir has made is almost impossible.

However, Adir remained calm when looking at the data.

The vast majority of these data changes are due to the maturation of the bloodline.

Pureblood Moon Elves are level four life forms. These terrifying creatures, once they reach adulthood, will automatically increase their physical attributes over time, truly reaching the limits of a level four life form.

Adir is in this situation now. As blood energy promotes the maturation of his bloodline, his physical data also begins to increase, slowly evolving towards a level four life form.

However, compared to the changes in physical data, the changes in the purity of the soul are even more gratifying.

In Adir's perception, he could feel the veins of his soul, something tangible yet intangible, existing yet not existing, which was now located within his body, shining brightly, and had reached a critical point.

With just one final leap, he could break through that barrier, elevate his soul level, and truly reach the standard required to advance to the fourth level of wizardry.

However, this is destined to be a long process. In Adir's perception, this level is not easy to improve. If there are no unexpected events, it may take several years to slowly hone his skills before he can break through that boundary.

With a jumble of thoughts swirling in his mind, and gazing at the corpses scattered below, Adir pondered for a moment before drawing the long sword from his waist and making a gentle slash.

A calm power enveloped the surroundings, and in an instant, the area within dozens of meters seemed to transform into a bloody domain, where something began to change.

The fallen corpses began to wither, their flesh and blood rapidly dissolving into droplets of blood energy that were absorbed by the Bloodline Blade, leaving only a pile of stark white bones.

After doing all this, Adir turned around and left amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the surrounding elven guards, heading towards his dwelling.

Instead of resting, he prepared to go and discuss the matter with Linas and the others.

He was about to leave Fengkai City, and in the meantime, he needed to make preparations.

The relocation of the witch shrine, the withdrawal of the army, the transfer of supplies... these are all troublesome matters that require detailed planning.

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Time passed quickly; more than a month had gone by.

At dusk, in a desolate wasteland, a figure dressed in a black robe and carrying a scepter walked about, followed by a large group of people.

"How is the situation now?"

Walking across this wasteland, Lu Xiu wore a black robe, exuding a peaceful aura, his eyes fixed on the distance ahead.

Before him was a magnificent and enormous altar, on which were placed various offerings, including bloody pieces of fresh meat.

"The situation has likely stabilized."

Behind Lucius, Andrew spoke up: "The Silver Mist Royal Court has consolidated its power, concentrating all the forces from various cities into the Silver Mist Royal Capital. It seems they intend to use the capital's protective magic array to block us."

"This is their only option." Lucius said coldly, "After thousands of years of peace and tranquility, the Silver Mist Elves have long forgotten the cruelty of war. How can they compare to the Dark Elves who live in the underground world?"

"They can't compare to us in strength, and the only thing they can rely on is what their ancestors left behind."

At this point, a cold smile appeared on his face, showing utter disdain for the Silver Mist Elf.

No wonder.

The underground world is the most brutal place. In that world, influenced by the underground energy, there are rampant demonic beasts and various brutal and bloodthirsty underground races everywhere.

Mind Eaters, Demonic Beasts, Dark Orcs... none of these races are easy to deal with; they are all brutal and bloodthirsty creatures.

Living alongside these races for many years, one can imagine the hardships endured by the Dark Elves.

Even a member of the Dark Elf royal family like Andrew had to personally wield a sword and fight in the Underworld, which shows how cruel the Underworld is.

The dark elves raised in such an environment are incomparable to the elves who live in the Silvermist Forest in a long-term peaceful environment.

"However, although the power of the Silver Mist Elves is weak, the protective magic array left by their ancestors cannot be ignored."

Lucius continued, "Moreover, there's that old bastard Kural around. It's easy for us to defeat them with our own strength, but it's impossible for us to go any further."

"So, that's why we're here today, isn't it?" Andrew replied, then looked up at the altar in front of him.

"Not bad." Lu Xiu nodded slightly, then slowly walked forward, holding the scepter in his hand.

As he stepped forward, the scepter in his hand began to change; the black gem on it began to glow faintly, echoing the altar before him.

Seeing Lucius's actions, the dark elf guards began to move, driving the elven civilians towards the altar and forcing them to enter it.

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Screams of agony came from one side.

Under the watchful eyes of Lucius, Andrew, and the others, the bodies of the elves began to melt away, as cleanly and decisively as ice melting into water. The flesh and bones inside disappeared directly, leaving only horrified human skins displayed beneath the altar.

"No! I don't want to go in!"

Seeing this scene, some people broke down and turned to charge at the dark elf guards behind them, only to be pierced by the cold blades and thrown off the altar alive, repeating the process of the previous sacrifices.

As each offering was thrown down the altar, a small amount of black liquid began to appear in the pool below, slowly condensing and gradually filling the entire pool.

Once the pool beneath the altar was filled with this black liquid, a strange change began to occur on the spot.

The black liquid began to glow and burn, and phantom images began to appear, eventually rising slowly and condensing into a huge figure in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)