leonardwarren Chapter 81 The Mentor's Ambition and the Investigation Results of the Eternal Tower
Chapter 81 The Mentor's Ambition and the Investigation Results of the Eternal Tower
A day later, Hick stood in the middle of a large group of his men, his figure somewhat blurry, but as Sori approached, his pale palm was already silently outstretched there.
"grown ups."
Sori flipped off the eagle-headed bat and gently placed a seemingly ordinary metal ring in Hick's palm, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of fatigue: "Mission complete."
The cold ring touched Hick's finger and automatically adhered to it as if it had a life of its own.
Hick showed no expression, but simply flipped his wrist over, and a small, strangely shaped black bone fragment appeared between the fingers of his other hand, covered with profound runes that faintly exuded an ominous aura.
hum...
As Hick infused a wisp of energy into his fingertip, the runes seemed to be awakened, lighting up with a faint blue light, and the bone fragments themselves began to vibrate gently.
Almost simultaneously, a gentle voice, tinged with the concern of an elder, resounded directly in Hick's mind:
"Hick, how's it going? Is everything alright?"
"Mentor, target cleared."
Hick's voice was calm and respectful, and he leaned forward slightly. "Leo Rells's body is now in my 'hands'."
He gently stroked the face of the ring.
"Great! Excellent!"
Professor Pelosi's voice sounded genuinely pleased, "I always trust you the most when it comes to doing things."
Before he finished speaking, a cold, massive yet extremely gentle flow of information surged into the depths of Hick's consciousness without warning and irresistibly, following the mental connection!
Hick's body stiffened very slightly, and his pupils contracted instantly.
He didn't try to stop it, nor could he stop it at all—the power deftly bypassed all his mental defenses.
The flow of information rapidly unfolded in his mind, transforming into an incredibly detailed magical map.
The map depicts an extremely treacherous region, with twisted mountain ranges and chaotic energy nodes clearly marked. The final destination is a coordinate point—symbolizing vastness, desolation, and an unsettling atmosphere.
"Well then, Hick," Professor Perot's voice was still full of concern, "take 'him' and wait for me at the location marked on the map. Thank you for your trouble."
"Understood, mentor," Hick replied obediently as always.
The light on the bone fragment suddenly went out, the eerie glow of the runes disappeared, and it returned to its deathly stillness and coldness, and the spiritual connection was completely severed.
Hick slowly straightened up, his gaze calm, but deep within his eyes seemed to surge with turmoil.
The name of the core region in his mind clearly emerged: the Kurs Desert!
That "Sea of Death" located west of Ekar.
Crossing its boundary means completely leaving the territory of the Aykar region.
He gazed at the seemingly endless sky in the distance, his eyes becoming extremely deep, as if he could already see the boundless yellow sand on the map that symbolized the devouring of life.
"The 'Lord of Death'... actually... died in a place like that..."
His fingertips unconsciously slid across the cold surface of the ring, and a sense of inquiry, vigilance, and icy calculation silently spread through his mind.
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The Silent Forest, at the top of the Apprentice Wizard's Tower.
Perot Heath slowly put down the black bone communicator in his hand, which was exactly the same as the one held by Hick.
The gentle, kind expression he had shown when speaking with Hick had vanished completely, replaced by a surge of excitement and undisguised ruthlessness.
"So close... David,"
He muttered to himself, like a venomous snake hissing, his face flushing with increasing excitement.
"Be sensible, and you can still be your 'Lord of Silence.' If you insist on blocking my way... then don't blame your old friend for being ruthless, hah..."
He flashed and appeared at the edge of the terrace at the top of the tower.
He spread his arms and looked down at the silent forest below, a dark sea of trees that seemed to stretch to the ends of the earth.
A gentle breeze ruffled his gray hair, and two unnatural crimson lights suddenly shone in his eyes. He whispered something almost inaudibly in the wind:
"It's almost here...almost there...the entire Aikar will grovel before my will! It's almost here!"
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The Tower of Eternity, top floor council hall.
The heavy atmosphere almost froze the entire space.
Hobby stood bowing before the large obsidian table, fine beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, and respectfully presented a thick manual with both hands.
"My lord! Detailed information on all registered wizards and their associates in the Silent Forest has been compiled and is all here!"
The old man sitting on the high-backed throne at the end of the long table did not respond immediately, nor did he take the manual.
His eyes, sharp as tempered steel, were fixed intently on the open page.
Hobby didn't need to look up to sense that the adult's gaze was focused on the name "Pelo Heath," and another name, guessed to be marked in parentheses, was "Heath Pelos."
Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds, and then Hobby clearly heard a "crunching" sound from teeth grinding together, which was chilling.
"Perot...Heath..."
The old man practically spat out the name through clenched teeth, each syllable like it was coated with ice, "Heath Peros... Good! Very good indeed!!"
boom!
A terrifying pressure, almost tangible, suddenly erupted from the old man!
That wasn't a deliberate display of power, but rather a pure, overwhelming rage that ignited his power as a level three archmage!
The immense pressure caused Hobby's legs to buckle, almost causing him to kneel on the ground, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"My lord, please calm down! Please calm down!" Hobby cried, almost in tears. "There...there's one more thing! A very urgent piece of information!"
"Speak!" the old man growled, his voice like the rumbling thunder before an impending storm.
Hobby quickly grasped at this lifeline, speaking at breakneck speed:
"Yes, sir! According to the secret intelligence we just received, during the recently concluded Six Towers Exchange Conference, our tower's group of apprentices—who have powerful backgrounds and great potential—were subjected to a large-scale, premeditated, and extremely malicious targeted elimination! The casualties...were extremely heavy!"
He paused, then added in a trembling voice, "After multiple cross-verifications, the ones who made the move... were indeed the body-modifying sorcerers of the Silent Forest! It was definitely them!"
Click!
The sturdy obsidian armrest beside the old man instantly turned to dust in his tightly clenched palm!
Uncontrollably, raging fire elements burst forth from between his fingers, and the rubble instantly melted into a dark red liquid under the high temperature, dripping and splashing onto the cold floor with a hissing sound.
"The Silent Forest!"
The old man's roar echoed throughout the entire hall, the terrifying sound almost lifting the roof off. His white beard and hair stood on end, and his eyes burned with a furious rage that threatened to destroy everything.
"Those scurry rats who can't stand the light of day! They all deserve to die! They should be ground into powder and fed to the dogs!! And that Heath! I don't know what dirty tricks he used to survive?! Instead of hiding in his rat hole and barely clinging to life, he dares to crawl out and cause trouble!!!"
A raging fury burned like a physical fire on the old man, and Hobby felt as if he were about to be roasted alive.
"The Rells family!"
The old man suddenly calmed down a bit, and his voice became as cold and piercing as the polar wind. This change only made Hobby more terrified.
"Do they possess some kind of secret bloodline technique? Have you found out?!"
Hobby immediately said:
"Yes! My lord! The Raeles family possesses a special bloodline sealing array! It requires the power of a direct descendant to open or stabilize a specific seal!"
A cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes.
Hobby then quickly analyzed:
"That Heath Peros! He must have obtained some solid information! About... about Lord 'The Flame of Death'... that... the place of his fall! He must know the location, and he must know that the secret there can only be unlocked or secured by the bloodline of the Rells family!"
"That's why he was so impatient, even going so far as to tear off all pretense and directly kill Leo Raels—all for the sake of obtaining Raels' remains or the crucial bloodline contained within! His target must be there! The deepest part of the Kurs Desert—the place where Lord 'The Flame of Death' died!"
"Bloodline...Seal..."
The old man repeated these keywords in a low voice, the anger in his eyes not extinguished, but instead subsided into a deeper and more terrifying killing intent, like an abyss brewing a storm of destruction.
"Does he want the remains of the 'Flame of Death'? Or does he want to steal its power? Or... both?"
His wrinkled face was taut.
"Whatever he intends to do, the Kursk Desert... will be his burial ground! Issue the order! I will make that desert the true death ground for this vermin!!!"