Transcendent Dawn

construction site.

In the temporary tent.

Taklaw looked at the crystal ball in front of him with a serious expression.

He walked out of the tent and found Ilya and Phil: "I did a divination, and fate told me that we will face a challenge!"

"Is it dangerous?"

Phil narrowed his eyes: "I can't wait to experiment with my spells."

"The degree is not high, but it is connected with unknown horror!" Taklaw shook his head.

"I'm most annoyed by your unclear expressions..." Phil rolled his eyes.

"Actually, combined with speculation and news, it is obvious...there is no enemy in the north, the only possibility is the empire...their spies have found us!"

Elijah sneered.

"Then what should we do?"

"The life of Duke Marcus is in our hands. He will not agree with the actions of the empire... So, there is a high probability that it will be a private operation!"

Taklaw calmly analyzed: "The northern nobles are our umbrella, but they are unreliable, so we must show our strength! Eliminate this temptation! This will buy a lot of time!"

"And when the mage tower is completed, we will have the power to fight against legends! At that time, we will directly establish a college and recruit students!"

Ilya looked at the mage tower that had already started to build the first floor, his face was full of confidence.

If the empire thought that they were only taking the obelisk, they would definitely pay a bloody price for it.

...

After a few days.

An army advances on the road.

As a general, Bakker is very good at marching, and he sent people to investigate long before he chose this path.

Moreover, keep the spies scattered around at all times, reporting news at any time.

but,

All this is useless in the face of enemies beyond imagination!

Hula!

Strong winds blow.

Three figures in black robes emerged from the clouds.

An amplified voice echoed back and forth over the team: "...unknown troops entering the duke's territory without the duke's approval can be regarded as war or thieves!"

"It's them!"

Although he hadn't seen the real face, Bucker recognized them at a glance. They were the wanted criminals of the empire!

"They can fly!"

For superstring warriors, even level 4 doesn't have the ability to fly.

This time, he was completely stunned.

As long as one can fly, no matter what kind of encirclement one falls into, one can always fly out, unless one is lured into a closed trap.

This simple magic alone can bankrupt all of Buckle's previous plans, as if he had been hit by a 'dimension reduction'.

The emergence of magicians will inevitably bring profound changes to the form of warfare on this continent.

Now, it's just the beginning!

"The announcement is over, you can start!"

Yiliya let out a long breath, showing a hint of unbearable color: "This is a sacrifice that must be made for the sake of magic power!"

"I can't wait."

Phil chuckled and swooped down.

"Let the arrow!"

When the army on the ground was in a commotion, someone immediately bowed their bows and set arrows.

But the dense rain of arrows only flew up for a while before falling helplessly, still a long distance away from Phil.

"Unless a superstring warrior cooperates with a special crossbow, it won't be able to hurt me... And even if that's the case, a 'deflecting force field' can also protect..."

Phil laughed loudly and said, "Magicians... are so powerful!"

A huge ball of flame formed in his hand and fell down suddenly.

Boom!

The earth exploded, and orange flames engulfed everything around.

This explosion alone took dozens of lives.

"This is the battle of a magician, easily harvesting lives..."

Ilya and Taklaw also flew down, throwing magic continuously, massacring the soldiers below.

This was an unfair war!

"No!"

Buckle growled.

He never imagined that these three mysterious people, who hadn't seen each other for several years, turned out to be so powerful!

"By the way, there is also you! The hero of the empire!"

At the top of Phil's staff, a big crimson flaming bird emerged, with tassels floating on its tail, swooping down.

——Fire Bird Technique!

Boom!

An astonishing explosion sounded.

A heroic vision defense appeared on Buckle's body, but the terrible shock wave made his chest crack, and he flew back like a meteorite.

"It's so strong...this is enough to kill a hero!"

He turned around and started running away.

Even a hero is afraid when he feels that the enemy in the sky has the power to kill him.

Seeing the commander fleeing, the original army was immediately defeated.

"Others can go, but he can't!"

The speed of flying is far faster than running.

Elijah flew down, dropping a wave of seeds.

Puff!

A large number of black iron-colored thorns and vines grew out of the soil, wrapping Buckle like a boa constrictor.

No matter how much he roared, he couldn't struggle for a while.

"farewell!"

Phil laughed and fell, and a flame blazed up.

Boom!

After the violent explosion, a depression was left on the ground, and many vines burned section by section, and Buckle in the middle had disappeared.

...

In the distance, on a hill.

Duke Marcus looked at this scene and couldn't help being silent.

"Is this... the power of a magician?"

"It's really... a power that shouldn't appear in the world!"

He lowered his head, his face flickering.

"My lord duke!"

At this time, Ilya landed: "Are you troubled by this matter?"

"No, in fact, your Excellency is right. They have violated the law by entering the noble's territory without permission, and any noble can be wiped out..."

After all, Marcus is a political creature with wisdom: "Even the legendary His Majesty has to acquiesce in this matter... and after this battle, the magician must be famous in the mainland."

With the ability to fly and kill heroes, this kind of power is almost unstoppable.

The old duke couldn't help feeling a little more worried.

"We are just a group of people who are determined to pursue the truth, and have little interest in the world... The Mage Tower will be completed soon."

Ilya suddenly changed the subject: "We are going to recruit a group of apprentices, and we ask the Duke for help."

"Oh? What's your request?"

Marcus' eyes lit up.

"Under the age of fifteen, it is enough to be able to read and understand manners. It doesn't take much at first, but there must be a selection. We need to check whether they have 'talent'!"

Elijah smiled lightly.

In fact, this is the standard for the children of nobles, and ordinary people do not have the conditions to learn it.

This is also impossible, otherwise, the nobles cannot be tied to the chariot.

Moreover, it is easier to teach a group of people who already have a foundation than to teach a group of illiterate people.

Ilya just wants the group of magicians to develop rapidly, but she doesn't have much requirements for the members.

"It's very simple, I can do it for you!"

Duke Marcus looked up, his eyes full of ambition: "You will gain the friendship of the nobles of the North, Your Excellency the Magician!"