strictlysupreme Chapter 86 The White Wizard's Taunt and... the Advantage Lies With Me!
Chapter 86 The White Wizard's Taunt and... the Advantage Lies With Me!
When the wizards of the Eternal Tower surged into the Glass Hall like an angry torrent, the expressions on Mochamo and Hiss's faces froze instantly!
It was a look of shock, bewilderment, and disbelief, as if witnessing the most impossible thing come true!
"Pelosiheath? Hah..."
Harris Rales stepped forward, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the figure standing beside the coffin, his voice hoarse with extreme hatred.
"Hiss! You think you can erase the blood debts of the past just by changing your name? A rat hiding in the gutter, barely clinging to life, dares to crawl out and face the scorching sun?! Today, I will use your filthy blood to pay tribute to my ancestor of the Rells family—Lord 'The Flame of Death' Kabus!!"
The murderous roar echoed throughout the glass hall.
The cold, scrutinizing gazes of Heath, who was singled out, and Mochamo, who was also caught up in the situation, shot towards Heath, who was cowering at the edge of the hall, almost simultaneously, like sharp arrows.
Locked onto by two gazes imbued with terrifying pressure, Hick felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the freezing snow!
He had no doubt that if he made the wrong move, he would be torn to shreds by the two furious men in the next second!
In a life-or-death situation, the instinct to survive overcomes all fear!
He abruptly raised his head, his face filled with the extreme panic and innocence befitting an apprentice facing the exposure of a shocking conspiracy, his voice trembling noticeably from "extreme shock":
"M-My lord! It must be...it must be that they found clues on the corpses! I truly didn't know they could be so fast..."
He spoke very quickly, and his logic, though seemingly chaotic, went straight to the heart of the matter—the source of the intelligence leak was the "corpse," not him, the "loyal" executor.
The murderous intent in Heath and Mochamo's eyes eased slightly, and after a moment's thought, they realized that what Heath said made sense.
Leo's identity is indeed special. The fact that the Tower of Eternity could locate this place so quickly and accurately, and that the Tower Master himself was leading the team, shows that their reaction speed is truly beyond reason.
How could an apprentice's curse possibly withstand the detection of a level three archmage?
It seems... he really can't be entirely blamed.
Meanwhile, on the Eternal Tower side, listening to the "truth" that Hick "unintentionally" revealed, they felt it made perfect sense—weren't they the ones who found it by following the clues from the scene of Leo's murder and his body?
This "dark wizard apprentice" did speak the truth.
A potentially fatal misunderstanding was temporarily averted thanks to Hick's quick-thinking performance.
He forced his heart, which had been pounding in his throat, back down into his chest. His back was already soaked with cold sweat as he pressed himself against the cold, glass wall, as if it were his only support.
He maintained the appearance of an apprentice's panicked state, but his mind was racing:
If... if we manage to escape alive this time... and the Tower of Eternity fails again... Sori and the others... must die! Not a single one can be left alive!
This thought, like a venomous snake, sent a chilling glint through the depths of his eyes.
"Hmph, although your arrival was a bit unexpected."
Hiss withdrew his gaze, as if the appearance of the people from the Eternal Tower was just a minor interlude. He shrugged indifferently in the direction of the Tower Master of Karot, a strange smile playing on his lips.
"But... the final result won't change!"
"You? Heath?"
The lord of the Kalot Tower had his beard and hair bristling, and the violent fire element around him was like a volcano about to erupt. The terrifying pressure of a level three archmage poured out without reservation, making the air in the entire glass hall scorching and viscous, and even emitting an unbearable hum.
He scoffed, his voice like rolling thunder:
"A rat who's managed to survive this long by some unknown means dares to dream of dominating Aykar?! I think the desert heat has blew your brain out!"
"Tsk tsk tsk," Heath said, not angry at all, but as if he had seen something interesting, his face full of undisguised contempt.
"Karot, oh Karot, after all these years, you're still the same—conceited, arrogant, and... hopelessly stupid! Has your fiery temper burned your brain to a crisp?"
"You bastard! You're asking for it!!!" When had Carlot ever been so humiliated in front of everyone?
As the master of the Eternal Tower, his authority is not to be desecrated!
A violent rage ignited instantly, and flames surged around him. A gigantic hand formed instantly from pure fire of destruction, carrying a terrifyingly high temperature capable of incinerating everything, and was about to slam down on Heath's head!
He wanted to wipe that arrogant rat, along with that disgusting smile, completely from this world!
"Carlot! Calm down!"
Mochamo's expression changed, and he instantly stood in front of Heath, his cold, deathly aura as a third-level archmage spreading out to neutralize the magical hand that was about to form.
"Is it worth getting so angry at a level two wizard? Or is it...?"
He glanced meaningfully at the raging flames surrounding Carlot. "Has your temper really made you lose your mind?"
"snort!"
Carrot forcibly suppressed his anger, and the giant fiery palm he had condensed slowly dissipated, but the killing intent in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
He stared at Mochamo, who was blocking his way, his face revealing undisguised sarcasm:
"What? Mochamo? Did you not hear what your 'old friend' Hiss said just now, or are you selectively deaf? He has clearly stated that he wants to betray the Silent Forest, and even wants to become the 'King of Aikar'! And you're still protecting him? Could it be...?"
He deliberately dragged out the tone, his voice suddenly rising in pitch, full of inflammatory rhetoric.
"So you're also willing to become a lackey of this 'King of Aicar,' Hiss Peros?! Huh?! Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
"running dog!"
"The Lord of Silence as a lackey? What a ridiculous joke!"
The white wizards behind Carrot immediately burst into unrestrained laughter, with all sorts of shrill taunts rising and falling.
Their numbers were vast, their momentum overwhelming. The terrifying lineup, consisting of a level three tower master, seven powerful level two wizards, and twenty-five murderous official wizards, filled them with absolute confidence!
On the other hand:
Heath Perosz, whose condition is bizarre, was once a Level 3 but has just reached Level 2;
Mochamo, the Lord of Silence, whose stance wavers and is also at level three;
There was also... a third-level apprentice (Hick) who was automatically ignored by them, huddled in a corner, and seemed to know nothing but trembling.
This comparison of strength is an absolutely overwhelming advantage!
Every white wizard's face was etched with a sense of assured victory and mockery. In their eyes, the outcome of this sudden encounter was already predetermined.
Thirty-three against three!! The advantage is on my side!!!
These black rats have no chance of escaping today!