armyinform Chapter 210 Forgotten Realm, People from the Frost Tower
Chapter 210 Forgotten Realm, People from the Frost Tower
Chapter 210 Forgotten Realm, People from the Frost Tower
Finn's soul fire was struck as if by lightning, shaking violently, his bones cracking and popping as he turned to look behind him.
Behind the two, on an open boulder, a masked man in a straw hat carrying a sword appeared out of nowhere. To the two, his attire was quite strange, unlike the styles popular in various regions of Itnity.
But it was precisely this attire that allowed them to recognize the person's identity at a glance.
"Littlefinger Assassin..." Ivan forced the words out, his eyes burning with rage.
His family was completely destroyed by Littlefinger. His father, who was very demanding of him, and his brothers and sisters, who were always at odds with him, were all dragged to the city gate by Littlefinger's assassins and hanged there.
Even he himself was forced to flee to the desolate wilderness, all thanks to the person in front of him and his accomplices behind him.
Despite his angry gaze, the Little Finger Assassin showed no emotional fluctuation, silently drawing the black broadsword from his back and holding it diagonally at his side.
The assassin stepped forward with his left foot, slightly bent, and leaned forward. Before the magical fluctuations from Finn's fingertips could spread, his figure suddenly transformed into a black shadow, using his black blade as claws, and pounced on the two like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
Swoosh.
Two hidden weapons launched a surprise attack, but the assassin anticipated them and swept them away with a single, sweeping slash.
However, he lost the best opportunity to make a move, so he had no choice but to step down into the empty space below, unleashing his true energy as a counterforce to push him away from Ivan and the other man.
Two dark figures suddenly darted out, snatching the two away from the left and right respectively, and then turned and ran into the depths of the valley.
"Remnants of the Darkscale Cult?" Littlefinger Assassin narrowed his eyes, slung his black knife over his back, and gave chase.
Three dark figures chased each other, constantly testing each other's strength. Finally, the two in front ran into a place shrouded in mist.
The assassin was startled; his martial arts instincts warned him, and he decisively stopped in front of the mist.
As a martial artist at the Divine Realm, the assassin knew that only those above the Divine Realm level could evoke such a feeling in him, at least a Grandmaster or an immortal.
He took several steps back, but instead of turning away, he kept a certain distance from the fog and remained in place to keep watch.
Soon, one after another, figures in black hats gathered in the vicinity, silently watching the mist without moving forward.
"Commander, it's basically confirmed that this is the Valley of Oblivion, the entrance to the Realm of Oblivion."
A man in a straw hat bowed his head and reported to his superior. In front of him was a high-ranking official with a large bow on his back.
Chen Quan nodded, his sharp, hawk-like eyes sweeping across the mist as he took command of the area.
"Seal off this place while I report this matter to the law."
Even on the northern border, the information about the law is transmitted very quickly.
Within seconds, Modi, far away in the Ice Palace, received the intelligence.
"Another entrance to the Forgotten Realm? Including the Valley of Oblivion, the Northern Realm now has three entrances to the Forgotten Realm."
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The Valley of Lost Oblivion, the Silent Forest of Oblivion, and the Abyss of Dark Light of Oblivion—these three perilous places are the three entrances to oblivion that Modi has discovered so far, each leading to the territory of a different Lord of Oblivion.
"Tsk, of all places, they had to come to my territory. Elena, notify the Blood Tide, Blood River, and Blood Prison armies to each guard a forgotten entrance. If they make any unusual moves, notify me immediately."
"The process has been arranged. In addition, the Frost Tower Mage Academy has sent you a diplomatic communication request. Do you want to handle it yourself?" Elena asked.
Modi was fiddling with the spinning machine he'd stolen from the Darkscale Cult... no, he'd retrieved from it. Hearing her words, he instinctively refused, saying, "You handle this kind of thing. I don't have the time for diplomatic wrangling with them... Wait, you said Frost Tower Mage Academy?"
Modi raised his head, his expression turning serious.
It's not because Frost Tower Mage Academy is particularly powerful, but because the academy is so unorthodox that it's hard to call it a mage academy.
Most of the graduates went on to pursue political careers, some returned home to become nobles, and others became bards.
Only a few graduates choose to continue on the path of a mage, either to devote themselves to study or to become the court mage of a lord.
Thanks to the atmosphere and teaching methods of that college, most of the graduates, regardless of which path they take, are not quite mentally sound; it's fair to say that it's a breeding ground for eccentric individuals.
Based on Mordi's understanding of the academy, the diplomats they sent would likely also have some issues.
"I'll go with you. Maybe we can get a pretext for war? I haven't painted the land for the Frost Tower Mage Academy yet."
Although he was more worried about the group dirtying Elena's eyes than about the pretext of war or the graffiti.
In the reception room of the Ice Palace, an old man and a young man from the Frost Tower had been waiting for a long time.
The older one wore a gray wizard's hat and robes, his gray beard and hair almost blending into his clothes. He held a black staff with a valuable-looking crystal embedded at the top.
Although he was dressed as a traditional mage, his aged face carried a sinister air, with wrinkles that seemed to be etched on his face at all times. He always sat upright, his expression a mixture of seriousness and arrogance, making him look more like a nobleman than a mage.
In contrast, the female apprentice sitting next to him, though equally upright, was not as serious and appeared much more casual.
The young woman wore heavy makeup, with a thick layer of foundation on her face, bright red lipstick on her lips, and golden wavy hair. Combined with her thin, revealing clothes, she looked even less like a sorcerer than the old man next to her.
The apprentice girl leaned against the old man almost imperceptibly. The old man felt the soft touch on his arm, his eyelids twitched, and he said in a low voice, "Elwin, this is working time. You'd better behave yourself."
"Yes, Professor."
After his reprimand, Erwin toned it down considerably, but his attitude was still not very serious.
Albert sighed silently, realizing he had made a mistake; perhaps he shouldn't have brought this apprentice who had risen through the ranks by his body.
Originally, he was supposed to be in charge of this mission, but Erwin was so skilled that he managed to persuade him, and he finally agreed to let Erwin go and gain experience.
After all, in his view, this mission was a sure thing, with no possibility of failure.
Time ticked by, and the expressions on their faces gradually turned to impatience. Just then, the door to the reception room was opened once again.
Albert's expression changed instantly, and a polite smile appeared on his face.
He stood up on his own initiative, even pulling up the apprentice next to him, and went to greet them.
"Ah, beautiful Miss Elena, you..."
"What brings Frost Tower here?"
Modi blocked his way, speaking bluntly and not shaking his outstretched hand.
Mordy could see right through Albert and his apprentice's intentions, so he didn't have much affection for the two of them.
Seeing the young man in red blocking his view of Elena, Albert's thoughts faded. He had no choice but to withdraw his hand, frowning slightly. "Who are you?"
He compared the information with the high-ranking members of the Blood God Cult he knew, but found no information about this young man.
"Mormontis, the dragon slayer, is said to be an extremely tall, ferocious-looking man," he thought. "This can't be him, but who is he? And why is he with the Chief Affairs Officer of the Blood God Cult?"
Out of caution, he emphasized, "I come bearing the will of the Dean of Frost Tower Academy, and will only inform the right people, such as the divine saints of the Blood God Cult, or Elena, the affairs officer."
"Besides this, I will not tell anyone about the Dean's will. Now, please step aside. I need to discuss important matters with Miss Elena behind you."
His tone was both polite and carried a touch of aristocratic nonchalance.
Albert tried to bypass the young man in the red robe in order to see the exceptionally beautiful woman.
No matter how he tried to get around him, the young man in red robes remained standing in front of him, growing taller and taller until he almost filled his entire field of vision.
"You're saying I don't resemble Mormontes, nor the gods and saints of the Blood God Cult?"
The man, as tall and imposing as a mountain, spoke, his voice dozens of times louder than when the bell of Frost Tower Academy rang, making Albert's eardrums ache.
"Ugh!"
His nonchalance, his affectation, his aristocratic air were all shattered at this moment, leaving only fear and awe in his heart.
"You, you are the Blood Saint, the first dragon slayer of the Third Age, the tyrant of chaos at the end of the dragon plague, Mormontis!"
Fueled by tension and fear, Albert didn't even have time to think, and subconsciously shouted out the titles that the world had given to Mordy, regardless of whether they were good or bad.
The words had barely left his mouth when he realized what he had said, and he covered his mouth in shock, filled with regret.
"The first three all refer to me, but what does the last one mean?"
Modi withdrew his mental projection, not entirely satisfied with the final title.
But seeing that Albert was trembling and unable to say a word, he lost interest in asking questions.
"I'll ask you one more time, what does Frost Tower want you to talk to me about?"
"Frost, Frost Tower, the Dean wants..." Albert was still reeling from the shock and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
Modi frowned and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
"You couldn't even withstand a minor mental shock? How did you advance to the sixth seal?"
"Oh... riding the wave of the etheric revival and relying on the many ancient legacies of the Academy, then it's alright."
He turned to look at the heavily made-up girl beside him and asked, "You, answer for him."
Elwin, who was called upon, became inexplicably nervous. Having heard what Albert had just said and seen his dazed appearance, she had also made a judgment on the current situation and obsequiously told him everything she knew.
As she spoke, she casually tugged at her collar, revealing her delicate collarbone, presenting herself as if she were in a pitiful state.
However, Mo Di had long seen through what kind of face was hidden under her thick makeup.
After she finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "I suggest you find a necromancer or blood mage and have them modify your face. At least that way, you'll look more like a living person."
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