Wizard Immortality.

Chapter 62 Obsession | Level One Sorcery | Teacher

Andrew is not a good wizard.

But he must have been a dutiful king and father.

Strong-willed.

Act with integrity and uprightness.

However, from the day he embarked on the path of a wizard.

The deep-seated obsession has become inextricably intertwined with fate.

For wizards.

The deepest obsessions in one's heart are realities that can never be truly grasped.

Obsessed with love, forever alone.

Obsessed with wealth, poverty will accompany you throughout your life.

Clinging to lofty ideals, yet reality is cruel and merciless.

and this.

It's fate.

The terrifying price that wizards pay when they wield extraordinary power is unavoidable.

This is an eternal truth and rule that no one can change.

Low-level wizards live in chaos and ignorance, unaware of the truth.

Only by reaching the peak of level six.

Only by standing at the highest point of destiny can the truth be fully revealed.

Wanting to break free from shackles.

Only truth is eternal and can transcend fate.

otherwise.

Even a level six wizard is still an ant under the rules and fate.

at this point.

Vic's vision was crystal clear.

The northern region of Death Rift Valley.

The rainy season is long.

The air is humid.

Vic has been sitting there for a year and ten months.

The advanced knowledge system for the first-level sorcery, Bonefire, will also be completed.

Even if he suppresses his mental magnetic field.

However, the terrifying high temperature of the first-level fire magic evaporated all the moisture within a ten-meter radius around Vic, causing the water vapor to boil.

The cold raindrops fell.

Upon touching the mental magnetic field that Vic was constructing fire magic, it instantly vaporized.

At his feet.

Under the terrifying heat, the ground gradually turned into a glassy substance.

According to Vic's plan.

He will not leave his current hiding place until he has mastered first-level sorcery.

Moreover, this place is extremely remote and barren, with no materials or treasures produced here.

It is impossible for a second wizard to visit.

however.

Three months ago.

An uninvited guest, covered in wounds, not only stumbled his way to his hiding place but has remained there ever since.

Hill, the Thorn Flower.

It's been more than ten years since we last met.

She still looks like the girl she was back then, her features are more mature than before, but her figure hasn't changed much.

but.

Her once quirky and clever temperament and lively eyes have completely disappeared, replaced by indifference and numbness.

Vic has been living deep in the mountains for twelve years, and he is unaware of the changes that have taken place in the outside world.

How Hill found him.

It remains unknown.

The day Hill found Vic's hiding place.

She was soaked in the rain, her face pale, clutching the alchemist's manual he had given her when they parted, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

Starting from day one.

For three months, Hill remained completely silent.

They neither begged nor pleaded.

She didn't cry either.

He stood alone not far away, facing Vic, gazing at him from afar with empty eyes.

Upon seeing this, Vic understood.

Not surprisingly.

The Thornflower family was likely drawn into the wizarding war between the two major powers, and Hill most likely fled to seek refuge.

And this protracted wizarding war may have already come to an end.

Once the winner has freed up their hands.

If the Thorn Flower family's bet succeeds.

Someone will inevitably look for her, bring her back to the organization, and nurture her with all their might to repay the kindness of the Thorn Flower family.

But what if the bet fails?

Before long, someone will surely hunt them down here.

Weeds and roots.

But Vic doesn't care about these things.

His deal with the Thorn Flower family two years ago has been settled, and they owe each other nothing.

Once he has completed the construction of a knowledge system for first-level sorcery and possesses the ability to protect himself, he will set off to leave.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

It has been exactly twelve years since Vic arrived here.

The advanced version of the Fire of the Bone has reached the final stage of its knowledge system construction.

The core knowledge of the Apprentice-level "Bone Fire" relies on oxidation to generate high temperatures, which is essentially a combustion reaction.

After advancing to the next level.

This kind of witchcraft, which originated from the apprenticeship period, has not changed much in its fundamental nature, but the new level of knowledge has introduced catalysts and oxidants.

The latest novel is first published here!

Two entirely new knowledge systems.

Combustion is more complete, the calorific value in the material is released more completely, and the temperature is higher.

Compared to first-level sorcery used purely in combat.

The upgraded version of the Bone Flame is less powerful.

However, Vic carefully considered his choice of it as the first level one spell to build.

The spirit possesses a complete apprentice-level knowledge system, and the cost of relearning is extremely low. In a very short time, one can master first-level witchcraft and have the ability to protect oneself.

In a short period of time, they encountered a hostile level one wizard.

It can be used as a trump card to surprise the opponent.

Logically speaking.

It takes anywhere from ten to thirty years for a newly promoted first-level wizard to master their first first-level spell.

Furthermore, the Flame of the Bone possesses irreplaceable value in the field of alchemy.

This kind of fire magic, which allows alchemists to control the intensity and path of burning at will, is extremely useful in the fields of potion-making and alchemical artifact crafting.

When Vic completed the last piece of the knowledge system.

The terrifying high temperature of a first-level sorcery.

It dissipates from the spiritual body and spreads outward along the spiritual magnetic field.

In a very short time.

The land surrounding Vic.

Gradually turning red, the high-temperature steam distorted the space, and finally melted into a lake of lava, churning endlessly.

at the same time.

Hill stood at a distance.

Her clear, black eyes reflected a sea of ​​fire, just like the once prosperous and fertile capital of Thornflowers when her parents helped her escape that day.

Her hometown.

But from beginning to end, Hill did not shed a single tear.

She simply observed everything quietly.

She clutched tightly in her hand the alchemist's manual that Vic had once given her.

This moment.

Memories resurfaced in my mind once again.

When fleeing abroad.

She pretended not to hear the screams and the sorcery behind her.

that time.

Her heart was completely silent.

All I could hear were my mother's parting words: "Live on."

Until the vision ended.

The girl looked up, and in her dark, clear eyes, she saw Vic's tall figure soaring into the sky before disappearing at high speed over her head into the horizon.

Watching Vic's departing figure.

Hill's expression didn't change much.

Because she knew that even if she asked, the person she once regarded as her teacher, who held authority deep in her heart and was like a second father to her, would still be in danger.

That's just how it is.

Heart of stone.

just.

Vic disappeared from her sight in the last moments.

The girl looked up, her lips moving as if bidding a final farewell. Her empty eyes revealed a trace of longing for the past as she whispered, "Teacher."

After Vic left.

Hill turned around to face the empty woods and said calmly, "He's gone. You don't need to hide. Come out."

Not long after.

A senior apprentice dressed in a black wizard's robe with the Raven Wizarding Order's insignia on his shawl, along with two wizard apprentices, emerged from the woods and stopped in front of Hill.

"Hill Thornflower, we have no enmity, but you must die. I hope you can understand."

Hill knew this, of course.

and.

She is ready to face her destiny.

She closed her eyes, stood calmly in place, and faced death.

At this time.

A cold snort, carrying a terrifying mental pressure, suddenly rang out from the far distance.

The intense life I've been living is finally coming to an end! My brain was practically spinning from overclocking while I was writing this book o.0

(End of this chapter)