Wizard Immortal

On the Eve of Chapter 444

"In any case, now that we've reached an agreement with the Black Wizard Alliance, things are much easier elsewhere."

Standing inside the tent, after discussing with Kural for a while, Adir nodded and said.

"Yes," Kural sighed, "With the arrival of the demonic calamity, every place has become so terrible. Those academies that were once very powerful are now few and far between."

Sitting next to Kural, Adir nodded silently.

Including the Silvermist Forest and the Black Wizard Alliance, the Maison region originally had at least seven large forces, which together constituted the balance of the entire Maison region.

However, this balance had been broken in the previous few years due to a series of changes.

First, the Emerald Hand, famous for its apothecaries, was wiped out by the Black Wizard Alliance, and then the Demonic Calamity broke out, causing extremely heavy damage to the Maison region.

Of the original major powers, only the Silver Mist Forest was preserved because of Adir, and the Black Wizard Alliance was able to hold on because of the World Stone. The others suffered heavy losses, and most of them were even wiped out by underground creatures.

In this situation, as long as the Black Wizard Alliance is subdued, Adir doesn't even need to worry about the other forces; he can simply watch them gradually perish.

Of course, that's impossible.

Subterranean creatures are wreaking havoc in the Maison region, causing immeasurable damage every day. Once the other factions have been bled dry, it will be Adir's turn to step in and act as their savior.

Judging from the current situation, that day is not far away.

Three months later, in the Maison region, a piece of news spread widely, shocking the entire wizarding world.

Beneath the Silvermist Forest, Gloria, leader of the Dark Wizard Alliance, announced his surrender, annexing the entire Dark Wizard Alliance into the Silvermist Royal Court, and all the territories under its jurisdiction would belong to the Silvermist Royal Court.

This news is undoubtedly explosive.

In the present-day Maison region, amidst the ravages of the demonic calamity, the Black Wizard Alliance is now the most powerful wizarding force besides the Silvermist Forest. It has gathered most of the black wizards in the entire Maison region and possesses the Emerald Stone, which it seized from the Emerald Hand, as its backing. Even when facing a massive attack from underground creatures, it has not suffered much loss of strength.

The fact that such a force has now directly sided with the Silver Mist Forest is undoubtedly a major earthquake for the wizarding world, which has suffered heavy losses.

Before the wizarding world could even process this news, another message emerged from the Silver Mist Royal Court.

The Silver Mist Royal Court announced the lifting of the blockade that had lasted for countless years. While vigorously absorbing refugees from outside, it also used the pretext of supporting wizards from the outside world to directly send a large number of wizards out of the Silver Mist Forest and occupy the territories of several nearby kingdoms.

Immediately, the entire Maison area was in an uproar.

Those who can become wizards are generally not fools, and they can naturally see through the Silver Mist Royal Court's intentions.

But even if you understand it, what can you do?

Not to mention that they had already lost too much blood under the demonic calamity, and their strength had greatly declined compared to before. Even in their previous prime, they were no match for the Silver Mist Royal Court now.

A Moon Elf King who has reached his peak is heavy enough to suppress everything, so heavy that even the combined forces of the entire Maison region cannot defeat him.

This is a true powerhouse comparable to a level four wizard. Unless a true level four wizard is born, no matter how many wizards below level four come, they will not be able to pose a threat to him.

Moreover, these wizarding factions are not a monolithic entity; they have accumulated too many conflicts in the past, making it impossible for them to unite and work together.

Moreover, even the Black Wizard Alliance, which is currently the strongest and has the best-preserved strength, has already taken the initiative to submit to the Silver Mist Royal Court.

Thinking of this, and recalling the demonic calamity that was still raging, many wizards felt a chill in their hearts and remained silent about the actions of the Silver Mist Royal Court, not daring to say anything.

Of course, while there are many sensible people, not everyone is so sensible.

Soon, several months later.

"Is this the last place?"

At noon, the sunlight spread across the earth, illuminating the surrounding avenues.

Amidst the ruins, Adir, dressed in a plain white robe, stood there, gazing into the distance, seemingly looking at a certain city.

"That's right." Beside Adir stood a tall, handsome, and dignified middle-aged elf, wearing a magnificent crown. He was none other than King Kas.

Compared to more than half a year ago, he now looks rosy-cheeked, full of vigor, and his brows are filled with more confidence and pride.

Standing beside Adir, he looked at the gray city in the distance: "This is the headquarters of Griffin Academy, and their last resort."

"With the foundation of Griffin Academy, the city's protective magic array can be fully activated, theoretically able to withstand any attack below level four for a short period of time."

Standing beside King Cast, listening to his words, Adir did not reply, but simply looked at the tall city standing in the distance, remaining silent for a moment.

Griffin Academy, also one of the major organizations in the Maison region, is said to have originated from a school of ancient wizards. The academy is known for its strict rules and rigid conservatism.

When Adir first arrived in the Maison region, he considered joining this academy, but ultimately chose to join the Emerald Hand because of his interest in potion studies.

Later, the Dark Wizards' Alliance seized the Emerald Stone and destroyed the Emerald Hand. To protect himself, Adir had no choice but to join the Dark Wizards' Alliance, eventually ending up like he is now.

And now, their paths are crossing again at this time.

"Has the envoy who persuaded us to surrender returned?" Adir turned around and asked King Cast beside him.

"They're back, but the result is still the same." Castor shook his head, looking quite disdainful of the people from Griffin Academy: "These old fogies' heads are like they've rusted. They don't even know what time it is now, still clinging to the old ways left by their ancestors."

His tone was dismissive and tinged with annoyance, indicating that he had encountered many setbacks here.

For the past three months, the Silver Mist Royal Court has swept through the Maison region, and wherever it goes, everyone must submit. Even the most ferocious and tyrannical subterranean creatures dare not confront the Silver Mist Forest and simply retreat.

However, the group led by King Cast ran into a snag at Griffin Academy, a situation that lasted for more than half a month, forcing Adir to come in person to resolve the problem.

The trouble originated from a simple matter: the wizards of Griffin College, clinging to past traditions, were unwilling to fully submit to the royal court and put forward a whole host of scattered conditions.

The specific terms need not be elaborated, but if they are truly agreed to, Griffin Academy will suffer no loss other than nominal submission. Moreover, not only will they not accept the rule of the royal court, but they will also want to reclaim all the territory they lost to the subterranean creatures.

This was naturally unacceptable to the royal court, so when the two sides could not reach an agreement, Adir had no choice but to come over in person to completely resolve this problem.

"Send another envoy, and persuade them one last time."

Looking at the gray city in the distance, Adir spoke softly, his expression unchanged.

"Alright." In response to Adir's order, King Castor nodded, and then sent another messenger to Griffin Academy for negotiations.

It's worth mentioning that the messenger was not an elf, but a pure human. Judging from his aura, he had even reached the level of a metamorphosis wizard, which would be considered top-tier even among those powerful forces.

This is the patriarch of a certain wizarding family. Because he joined the family early and was quite capable, he was highly valued by King Cast and held an important position in the royal court.

His face was handsome and resolute. He wore a traditional red robe and looked at the gray city in the distance without changing his expression. He strode into the city.

Behind him, Adir and King Cast watched as he walked into the city, only to be quickly driven out by the wizards inside.

Compared to when he went in, his face was now gloomy, indicating that he had suffered a lot inside.

Seeing this, before the messenger could even speak, Adir and King Kas already knew the final outcome.

"It seems there's no other way..." Looking at the gray city in the distance, Adir sighed sincerely, and then slowly walked forward.

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"Dean, is this really alright?"

On the city wall opposite, looking at the distant camp where the elven army was stationed, a middle-aged wizard with an ordinary face and wearing a gray robe sighed, then looked at the old man beside him.

He was a very old wizard, dressed in a traditional red old-fashioned wizard's outfit, holding a gray book in his hand, with a strong scholarly air about him, looking like a learned scholar with a composed demeanor.

"Silu, we have no other choice."

The old man also looked at the military camp in the distance, but his expression was calm, with a sense of composure that regarded life and death as nothing: "The glory of our ancestors must not be tarnished, and the rules established by the founders of the academy more than a thousand years ago must not be violated."

"Griffin Academy must never abandon its honor and freedom, and be reduced to a tool serving the Elven royal court."

"But, that Moon Elf King..." Beside him, Siru looked hesitant, harboring great doubts.

"There's no need to worry too much about that," the old man shook his head. "Although the Silver Mist Royal Court claims that their king has risen, that's just their self-proclaimed title. What is the true truth?"

"You mean?" Xilu paused slightly, as if he had thought of something.

"That's right." The old man nodded. "According to my speculation, their Elf King, the youngest High Priest, probably hasn't fully matured his bloodline yet."

"It's common knowledge that powerful ancient life forms like moon elves need at least a thousand years to mature from birth."

"But how long has it been since that high priest entered the Silver Mist Forest? Less than ten years in total."

He pointed to the military camp outside and said, "Ten years is a long time. Even an ordinary elf wouldn't be an adult in that time, let alone a moon elf with pure blood."

"This is most likely just a rumor spread by the Elven royal court, with the aim of making us fear them so that they can achieve their goals faster."

The old man shook his head: "However, I do believe that the Moon Elf has reached level three. Otherwise, even with the Moon King's Sword, it would have been impossible to expel the demonic calamity in the Silver Mist Forest so quickly."

"However, even with the Moon King's Sword, a magical artifact, a level three Moon Elf cannot possibly reach level four. Our academy's protective magic array can still hold it off."

"As long as we keep them here, given enough time, the others will naturally understand this and will no longer be afraid of the Elven Royal Court's coercion. At that time, the situation will naturally be different."

The old man's face was calm and composed as he looked at the elven army in the distance, showing no sign of tension.

Listening to the old man's explanation, Xilu suddenly understood: "I understand..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint silver light suddenly flashed in the distance, interrupting him and drawing his attention away from where he was.

As they stared in astonishment, a hundred-meter-long silver claw descended from the distant sky, carrying terrifying majesty and power, accompanied by the mighty power of the moon elves, and slammed into the protective magic array of Griffin City.

boom! !

With a soft sound, a pale gray light flashed across the sky, followed by countless magical runes flying everywhere and spreading in all directions. The aftershocks of their power completely altered the terrain within a radius of several thousand meters.

Sensing this, both the old man and Xilu widened their eyes simultaneously.

The protective magic array of Griffin Academy has been broken!

Sorry for the late update today. There will be another chapter later.

(End of this chapter)