touchnovel Chapter 181 An Abnormal Wizarding War!
Chapter 181 An Abnormal Wizarding War!
Chapter 181 An Abnormal Wizarding War!
Where are they?
Staring at yet another dot of light that had quietly gone out on the magic map, Hick asked in a low voice, his tone devoid of emotion, yet it made the surrounding air seem to freeze.
"My lord, they will soon reach the node guarded by Sori!"
Sean quickly bowed in response, his tone cautious.
"But please rest assured, I have strictly followed your instructions in issuing the orders. I believe we will receive good news soon."
"This Sirius—is very abnormal."
Hick crossed his arms, tapping his knuckles lightly on his elbows, his voice deepening.
"Have you found out what the cause is?"
"My subordinates are incompetent—there has been no concrete progress to date."
Sean's voice betrayed a barely perceptible hint of unease.
He couldn't figure it out either.
How could Sirian be this strong?
Based on all previous assessments of combat strength, even if Brown, who had been completely transformed into a dragon bone, could not win, he would not have suffered such a complete and tragic defeat.
If she had possessed such power when they surrounded and attacked them earlier, the price they paid would not have been as simple as two people being seriously injured and one being slightly injured!
If it weren't for that member of "Sunday" interfering, Sirian would have died there long ago!
"What about Nia?"
Hick narrowed his eyes and turned to ask about the "Hand of Justice" who always stood shoulder to shoulder with Srian.
"Nia also stated that he was equally unaware of the reason for Silian's sudden surge in power."
Sean replied in a low voice.
As a key pawn personally nurtured by Hick, he had naturally inquired about Nia beforehand, but the answer was still disappointing.
Hick's fingertips, which were tapping the edge of the altar, suddenly stopped.
Those unfathomable eyes narrowed to just two long slits, within which flowed a cold and precisely calculated light.
"Nia—you don't know either?"
He repeated it slowly, his voice low and steady, revealing neither joy nor anger, yet it seemed to freeze the surrounding shadows for a moment.
Sean felt an invisible pressure and lowered his head even further.
"Yes, sir! The information from Nia is very certain; he is equally puzzled by the unusual leap in Sirian's strength."
He even speculated—
Did Silian have some unknown adventure after the Battle of Nar Palace, or—did the Tower of Eternity utilize some ancient secret we are completely unaware of?
While they were talking, Siriam was contacting the "Sun" member who had saved her in her time of need via a communication stone.
"Sirius, is it really worth it to do this?"
A question came from the other end of the communication stone, the voice carrying complex emotions.
"worth!"
Sirian's answer was without the slightest hesitation, and decisive.
"You'll die if you keep squandering your power like this!"
The other person's voice was filled with frustration and disappointment.
"I know."
Sillian took a deep breath and, without waiting for the other party to persuade her further, continued speaking, her tone calm yet containing an astonishing resolve.
"My lover is dead, yet I am still alive; my family is dead, yet I am still alive; now, even my mentor has died in battle—I do not want to live like this anymore."
A long silence fell on the other end of the communication, which eventually turned into a heavy sigh.
"Sirius—I wish you—success."
As soon as he finished speaking, the light from the communication stone dimmed completely.
Sillian knew this was the last time the other person would try to dissuade her.
When the other party tacitly allowed her to act alone, they probably already foresaw this outcome.
She felt the "Eternal Holy Flame" surging wildly and uncontrollably within her body, and her eyes showed no fear, only an almost insane determination.
From the moment she chose to integrate the relics of the Tower of Eternity into her body, she had no intention of living to see the end of the war.
"Leo—Father—I will avenge you! Even if the price—is my life!"
As for her mentor Calvin, she believed that the Tower of Eternity would never let his blood be shed in vain.
She stood alone outside Nia and the others' camp, the golden flames flowing around her appearing extremely unstable, sometimes blazing like the sun, sometimes flickering as if about to go out.
The "Eternal Flame," which both granted her unparalleled power and constantly burned away the very essence of her life, brought not pain, but an unwavering resolve.
She calmed the chaotic energy surging within her body and turned her gaze back to the magic map—locking onto her next target: the area guarded by Sori.
Anse College, Dean's Office.
"Dean, this war—it's eerily strange!"
An elderly man in a white robe, with white hair and beard, spoke in a deep voice to Dean Seles, his brows furrowed.
"Too fast! So fast that it's impossible to see the situation clearly!"
Dean Seles stared at the magic sand table before him, nodding slowly, his aged face filled with worry.
"Yes, it's too fast! This is unlike any wizarding war we know of."
Moreover—the speed and scale of the casualties were astonishing!
He unconsciously tapped the table with his fingertips. The dots on the sand table representing war and troop movements were flashing and moving at an unsettling pace, far exceeding the rhythm of any previous conflict.
"Too fast—"
Dean Seles repeated the word in a low voice.
"How long has it been since the upheaval in the Duchy of Nar?"
The Silent Forest openly ambushed the new leader of the Eternal Tower, and the Eternal Tower's reaction was equally thunderous, issuing a declaration of total war.
This doesn't resemble the cautious standoff and proxy war pattern that has persisted between two major powers for centuries; it's more like an impatient total purge.
The white-robed elder opposite him, Maurice, the academy's chief prophet, also had a solemn expression.
"Not only that, Your Excellency. Look at the battle report, Master Calvin—"
That level-three archmage, renowned for his bravery and endurance in battle, actually perished at the very beginning of the war!
This is utterly illogical! Even if the Silent Forest had laid an ambush, with Master Calvin's strength, even if he was outmatched, he should have had a chance to break through and protect himself.
"And the casualty figures of the war—"
Dean Seles pointed to the magical scribes beside the sand table that were constantly updating automatically, their cold numbers recording the heavy losses accumulated by all parties.
"Soldiers, wizards, and even civilians—the number is growing at an alarming rate."
The Silent Forest seemed completely disregarded for casualties and attrition, while the Tower of Eternity's retaliatory actions were so fierce as to be almost reckless.
Morris nodded slowly, his cloudy eyes gleaming with the keen insight characteristic of a prophet.
"It was as if—an invisible hand was desperately pushing all of this from behind the scenes, eager to make the war burn even brighter and make death come faster and more frequently."
This reminds me of some accounts—of ancient, evil rituals.
The two elderly people looked at each other and saw deep surprise and unease in each other's eyes.
Although Anse Academy belongs to the White Wizard camp and participated in this war, they are not blindly loyal.
The many anomalies of this war have long exceeded the scope of conventional political games and power conflicts.
"We must do something, Dean."
"Maurice said in a deep voice."
"We can't just stand by and watch the entire Aikar be dragged into an abyss of no return. At the very least, we must try to figure out the true purpose of the Silent Forest."
Those unusual energy fluctuations, and—why are they so eager to create mass death?
Dean Seles remained silent for a moment, then finally let out a heavy sigh.
"You're right, Maurice."
We cannot stand idly by any longer.
"Immediately activate the academy's highest alert plan, strengthen all protective arrays, and urgently recall all elite students and professors currently training outside. Meanwhile—"
He paused, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"Use all our intelligence networks and ancient resources to investigate all recent unusual developments in the Silent Forest, especially clues related to large-scale rituals and energy extraction."
In addition, we attempted to secretly contact high-ranking members of the Eternal Tower with whom we had a relatively good relationship, to express our deep concerns, and to cautiously share some intelligence that did not involve core secrets.
We need to confirm whether the Tower of Eternity has also noticed this anomaly.
"I'll take care of it right away."
Morris immediately rose, his white robes billowing as his figure began to blur, preparing to carry out the Dean's orders.
"Wait, Morris."
Dean Searles called him over and added.
"Also—pay special attention to that girl, Sirian."
She is the catalyst for all of this, and perhaps the key. Her actions may well reveal some truths.
But remember, do not get directly involved. We—cannot afford to be completely drawn into this vortex yet.
"clear."
Morris nodded, and his figure completely disappeared from the room.
Dean Sels sat alone in the large chair, gazing at the glaring dark red area on the sand table that was still expanding and symbolizing war and death. His aged face was filled with weariness and deep worry.
"Mochamo—Anselm—what exactly do you want? Is this war really just about power and revenge?"
He muttered to himself, the ominous premonition in his heart growing stronger and stronger.
He vaguely sensed that a storm far more terrifying than the surface war was rapidly gathering on the horizon of the continent of Aikar.
Anse Academy, it seems, will no longer be able to remain unscathed in this impending storm.
"Your guess was right, Hick!"
Lilith casually tossed aside the corpse of a white wizard, picked up a specially made communication stone, and spoke in a flippant tone.
"The firewood after death," besides flowing towards you, a considerable portion of it flows to another place!
Moreover—their methods are even more covert—and even more—ancient!
"Just as I expected!"
Upon hearing Lilith's words, Hick replied with an air of certainty.
The war broke out so quickly and so many people died, yet the amount of "firewood" he collected was far from matching the enormous death toll!
"Where did it flow to?" he pressed.
"Hehe~ Hick~ You'll never guess where it ends up! That firewood goes to..."
"The Tower of Eternity!!!"