The first snowfall of winter in Ass was fierce. With the help of the strong wind, the white snow specks violently swept across the earth, covering everything in sight overnight with silver.
The sudden drop in temperature caused Yas III to wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. The servants were busy adding charcoal fire to the room while looking for appliances that could carry fire magic power, so that Yas III's study and bedroom could be as warm as spring.
The awakened Yas III looked at the falling snow and sighed deeply.
He hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
Two years ago, the rebellion started by Earl Nott quickly ignited the southern border of Yas. The lords who were dissatisfied with the high degree of centralization became independent one after another, and then united to launch an invasion of the territory of the Kingdom of Yas.
It shouldn't have happened so quickly... Everything seemed to stem from that person's arrival.
He single-handedly destroyed the Goblin Underground Palace, causing the Goblin King to fall. However, the reliable but foolish Sir Guyon who guarded the border stepped into the ridiculous trap of inferior monsters and was buried with him.
The empire, which no longer had external troubles, ushered in internal troubles. Two years of war had completely shattered the country. The surrounding city-states were watching with eager eyes, waiting for the huge Yas to decline little by little and become a prey that could be eaten.
Neither he nor the lords led by Earl Nott intend to accept the result of a stalemate and rule by drawing a line, and it will be life and death.
The information sent by the governors of major city-states is not optimistic. This year's harvest is particularly poor. Famine has broken out in many areas where sowing was missed due to the war. The hungry slaves and people picked up farm tools and chains, and enslaved the guards who enslaved them.
People were hanged, and then their bodies were hung from high places—either in noble houses or on city walls.
Such rebellions are not uncommon, but they are always easily extinguished.
The mob holding farm tools was still unable to resist magic. The huge gap brought by magic caused the anger in their hearts to be locked back into the cage again.
Although the wise men of the kingdom have repeatedly emphasized and reminded everyone that suppression will only usher in greater rebellion, Yas III can no longer control that much. He knows very well that such things are also happening in the territory of Earl Nott.
, what he has to do is to collapse before the opponent, and then feed the mob with the opponent's flesh and blood to calm their hostility.
Strictly speaking, it doesn't matter if it doesn't calm down. As long as magic and knowledge are still in hand, the people who can shake the rule of Yas will never be the untouchables, but the nobles.
The war made him deeply understand this truth. He had no mercy for the lives of untouchables and slaves. They were just necessary consumables to be thrown onto the battlefield.
Looking at the news that continued to arrive during the break, Yas III ate the soft bread one bite at a time. These freshly baked pastas had a rich and sweet aroma of wheat, which made his slightly tired body recover little by little.
Suddenly, he frowned, held a scroll and looked at it repeatedly, and then handed it to the guard.
After a while, a magician came to the study.
"What does the message on the scroll mean?" Yas III asked.
The magician first saluted, pondered for a moment and then said: "There have been many reports on the front line during this period, and the descriptions are surprisingly similar. At first we thought it was a clumsy mistake by the new magician, but as time went by, such mistakes
It also appeared on third-level magicians, even I experienced it once..."
Yas III stood up irritably, holding up the scroll and raising it: "But the magic you mentioned has been used steadily for many years!"
The magician was sweating profusely. He really didn't know how to explain this strange and probabilistic event that was happening more and more frequently.
The formed magic suddenly collapsed and disintegrated at a certain moment. This is the "ghost incident" that the magicians on the frontline of the Yas Kingdom are encountering today.
The blazing fireball suddenly extinguished while condensing.
The gushing water suddenly turned into water foam all over the sky.
The thick rock shield suddenly cracked and disappeared before it could withstand the powerful and heavy attack.
Not only a single magic encountered "ghost" interference, almost every type of magic reported abnormalities.
Such anomalies were all classified as "forced errors caused by high tension" at first, but gradually began to occur more frequently as time went by. During the battle with Earl Nott's cavalry yesterday, two magicians appeared at the same time.
Misfire, a rare condition in which it fails to provide protective magic to its companions.
The two magicians who have been escorted off the battlefield have been accused by the general of colluding with the enemy, but only the magicians know that these two people have been disturbed by "ghosts".
This invisible ghost has no interest in the flow and condensation of magic power, but once the magic power is intertwined into a network and gradually transformed into magic, it will appear from the shadows, fiddle with the sophisticated magic system with invisible hands, and lead them to
toward failure.
"Are you kidding? Where are ghosts? How can ghosts only affect magic and not living things!" Yas III also has a certain understanding of magic, and he only finds the excuses provided by the magician to be extremely absurd.
The land where Yas is located originally had no human footprints. The earliest humans are believed to have come from outside the continent, and they are all descendants of the pioneers.
The earliest pioneers brought the original language, culture, and magic system.
Although in the long process of development, the initial documents and historical records have become fewer and fewer, the knowledge related to magic has been preserved very well and has been preserved by generations of magicians.
These magics, as solid as rocks, have built a new civilization for them in this remote continent, and have supported them through hundreds of years. They have withstood many trials and tribulations, and have survived over a long period of time.
It has undergone numerous improvements and has been verified as "reliable".
Now magicians say that these solid foundations are constantly shaking and full of uncertainty?
The magic power is still abundant, so why is there any reason for the magic to be in turmoil?
Excuse, this is a shameful excuse!
Yas III wanted to be angry because he saw clearly the plot of the magicians - telling him a lie that magicians were indispensable to the kingdom, so as to save the lives of the two magicians who led to the defeat.
The warriors of the Kingdom still have strong combat power. Their sharp blades are enough to cut through magic and tear apart the body of magicians... They seem to have forgotten that although magicians are strong, they rely on the power of the Kingdom to surpass the people.
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After appeasing the magicians and informing the Kingdom that the reasons behind the magic malfunction would be investigated in detail, Yas III did not hesitate to order the execution of the two magicians who made mistakes - he could give preferential treatment to the magicians, but he must not lose the leader of the warriors for this.
support from the generals.
Yas III didn't know what his decision would lead to. At the same time, he also didn't know that deep in the Goblin underground palace that Lu Yu had gone deep into, a Goblin king named Chacha was also at this time.
Heard similar reports.
Deep in the humid underground palace, Cha Cha personally led a team to pick a large number of mushrooms. Thanks to Mother Earth, the mushrooms were still growing hard in the relatively humid depths of the underground palace in the cold winter.
Their mycelium extends outward from the fungus room, covering the long-abandoned underground palace area bit by bit, and tenaciously pokes its head out of the gaps in each brick and stone, producing sweet and delicious "fruits".
The former Goblin King Thorin volunteered to die in exchange for two years of peace for the Goblin clan.
Although the alien races and humans on the Lotan Plain still venture into the underground palace to hunt for bounties or killing needs, the scale is much smaller than at its peak.
Through a heroic Goblin messenger, the Goblins in the underground palace learned that the huge human kingdom was trapped in a long-term civil war.
Many goblins rushed out of the ground clamoring and plundering the land that belonged to them, leaving humans overwhelmed.
Goblin King Cha Cha was unmoved. He wore a crown and had absolute authority. Although he did not have Solan's wisdom, he was by no means stupid.
"Hide, hide again, let them forget us... forget the life that exists deep in this eerie underground palace."
"What we want to do is become stronger, not plunder."
"The land is there, and only strength can determine where it belongs!"
"Check!"
"Check!"
"Check!"
Amidst the praises of the goblins, Chacha asked a goblin mage.
"Magic, still damaged?"
The Goblin mage raised his staff, and the light ball generated by the simple lighting technique lasted for less than two seconds before disintegrating. The goblins in the underground palace made a "rattling" sound that was similar to grinding their teeth.
They express fear and confusion as an instinctive behavior.
"Curse...this is a curse!"
Some goblins were so embarrassed, but they were so frightened by Cha Cha's cold eyes that they shut their mouths.
"Is there any curse more terrifying than a short lifespan, an ugly face, a weak body, and a despised origin?" Cha Cha looked down at his fellow tribesmen and shouted, "Failed magic is not a curse, and we cannot overcome the hardships it has brought to us.
, this is eternal damnation!”
"Check!"
"Check!"
"Check!"
Under the fanatical gaze of his fellow tribesmen, Cha Cha left the throne and summoned the best Goblin magicians alone.
Weird failures emerged one after another in the tests. Cha Cha sat cross-legged on the ground, lost in thought.
Cha Cha couldn't understand it, but his intuition told him... something seemed to have changed?
The wind is still blowing.
The Star Knights of the Grand Empire were hunting in the coastal town of Swordfish City. The giant wetland spiders that attacked many villages and towns were surrounded by well-trained knights from all directions. The bright light reflected from the polished weapons and well-maintained armors made the giant spiders
All the spider's eyes were completely white. Knowing that it was doomed, it jumped up, aimed at the place with the fewest people, and launched a fatal blow.
"Let the wind rise!"
Amidst the loud and high-pitched chants, the inconspicuous wind whirlpool on the ground began to gather. In an instant, the giant spider was trapped by tornadoes coming from all directions. The rolled up sand and dust gently blocked everyone's sight.
The wind died down and the giant spider died.
The members of the Knights skillfully examined the giant spider's body and actively cut the affected area.
After completing the finishing blow, Heather stood silently aside, looking at the remaining members of the original Knights of the Stars, with only about twenty people left, and sighed.
Grand V died suddenly, and he clung to power without announcing his successor. Therefore, the Prince of Cornwall, a man whom Heather disliked and even hated, became the helm of the Grand Empire.
Heather cooperated with the cat-faced murderer and struggled to find evidence that he was personally involved in the organ trade to win over the magician. Just when he made up his mind to submit it to Grand V, Grand V died suddenly.
Lu Yu once invited her to go to the distant continent called Mera, and she was indeed moved by the powerful magic heritage of that continent. However, her persistence in justice and her sense of responsibility to the Knights of the Stars made her stay.
But now she feels that everything she insists on is so stupid.
The leader of the group, Hester, died in an unknown manner. He suddenly died suddenly at home after a banquet. The doctor's autopsy result was "death of sudden illness", but no one in the Knights of the Star believed it.
The nobles all know that His Majesty, the Prince of Cornwall and now Emperor Grand, does not like Hearst.
To be precise, he has no good impression of untouchables.
This strong man who rose from the bottom, climbed to the top step by step, and proved himself to all the nobles, this inspirational representative selected by Grand V, this righteous and upright warrior met his end.
Heather, who entered the palace to seek an explanation for Hester, was met with difficulties by Cornwall as expected. Soon after, the Knights of the Stars, a knightly order founded by Hester that only accepted those from the lowest background, was dismissed and sent collectively to
The fringe city-states are guarded by their trusted lords.
The low-level promotion channel left by Grand V was closed, and Cornwall couldn't wait to get rid of everything he didn't like.
The frustrated Heather no longer thought about where the Grand Empire would go, and she also rejected her family's invitation.
She, the chief magician of the stars, has now become the leader of the group. Even if there is one person in the group, she will not run away.
It is the leader's duty to protect the members of the group.
The self-blame lingered in her heart for a long time. In recent months, Xingchen's partners had always suffered heavy casualties, and all of this was due to some unexplainable accidents.
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The group members who were able to escape when faced with the monster took the initiative to engage the enemy because of their trust in her, and took out the scroll to trigger it. However, there was no reaction, and they died tragically.
Afterwards, Heather repeatedly checked the scroll. This scroll, which was ineffective in the hands of the group members, brought a hurricane to their camp, and the original effect of this scroll was supposed to be to produce a defensive shield.
Heather tried multiple scrolls, but only that one showed such a strange phenomenon.
For this reason, she was extremely careful every time she wrote the scroll, and checked it repeatedly afterwards. However, another friend died because of the scroll.
This time it was not because of monsters. The moment the group member triggered the scroll, the wind magic roared out and tore his body to pieces. He died unwillingly before others could heal him.
Before dying, the members' eyes widened and their lips moved.