Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
It was a snowy day.
A slim figure in a snow-white mink coat slowly moved forward. Her footsteps were so light that she had been stepping on the snow without any trace. The bone-chilling wind and the icy snowflakes that were close to her were blocked as if they had touched an invisible barrier. The snow scattered down all around her. This was the energy shield of Wizards; only high-grade Wizards would waste their Spell Slot.
Except for her mink coat, the woman wore only a close-fitting white gown, which revealed the delicate outline of her body. She wore a pair of black stockings, which was not a fabric of this world. The energy shield could only block the cold wind and snow, but it could not block the cold temperatures. If she did not have a high constitution then must have used a resistance spell.
“Those damn Druids!”
The woman’s appearance was quite gorgeous. If Soran was here he might vaguely feel that this woman was familiar, but he might not necessarily be able to recognize her. That was because her hair had become lilac in color, pupils had become blue, and she looked very different from her previous looks. However, some of the characteristics remained. Things like her tone of the speech, the fragrance of her body, and the stockings on her legs. Those enchanted silk stockings made from spider silk in the Underdark which were hard to see even on high-grade Wizards.
This was Gloria’s mother, that gorgeous yet evil woman.
She walked on the cold snowfield, wiped the sweat on her forehead, then looked up at the sky, as if she wanted cast Fly.
“This damn weather.”
The enchanting woman cursed indignantly, and then went on. The weather was too cold and the cold wind was too harsh for her to perform Fly; she would need to cast a protective spell. Because of the high altitude and the cold weather, even a high-grade Witch like her could not use her spells without control. She must reserve some Spell Slots to fight and save herself.
Some sound seemed to have come from the distance, and the gorgeous woman looked back and said, “These relentless maggots. Even as the followers of Fear are spreading, they do not care. Instead, they chase me around half the world! Didn’t I say I would not continue the restricted experiments? When I get my experimental subject back, I’ll make sure to teach you a good lesson!”
A glow of magic appeared.
Suddenly, her speed increased. Although she was only walking, her speed was like she was running. Her speed was almost equal to that of the professional athlete’s 100-meter sprint.
The cold winds blew stronger.
An eagle was forced to descend from the sky. Even professions were not fearless in the face of nature. The Druid who transformed into an eagle could not fly as it wished in the Frost Kingdom. In the face of nature’s power, even legendary professions would be helpless.
The Druid landed for a moment, then frowned and looked into the distance, murmuring, “Where did the destroyer of nature escape to? We cannot let her run away. Her existence is a disaster to nature.”
Even when three legendary druids came together, they still could not repair the damage she left behind. The gorgeous woman was on the top of the Druid’s blacklist. As long as she went to a place to do her magic experiments, there would be terrible radiation energy left behind; she was just like a human-shaped self-propelled nuclear fusion reactor. In recent hundreds of years, no one was better at destroying the natural environment than her.
The cold wind got more and more severe.
The gorgeous woman went on for tens of kilometers. Suddenly, she felt something, and she swiftly cast a spell on herself.
Out of nowhere, appeared a set of eyes made out of spiritual light. In the next moment, her expression changed. First, she said some words in a northern dialect which roughly meant “Fuck me”. Then she murmured, “Knight in Silver?”
“These maggots really hate me so much? I was still fine with the quasi-legendary Druid you people sent to kill me. Now you’ve even asked a Knight in Silver to come after me?”
She wanted to use Teleportation, but she couldn’t use it randomly.
If a Wizard did not prepare the coordinates in advance, random Teleportations would likely end their lives. If they teleported into a rock, the rock would not automatically open up and there were only two outcomes. One was that you hit the rock at a super high speed-the speed. Teleportation was very close to the speed of light- thus no matter how you reduced the speed, your body would still be crushed. The second possible outcome would be spell deviation where you send yourself into the rock. Your body would fuse with the rock.
There had always been no shortage of Wizards who had just learned how to Teleport and had lost their lives to it.
Short-distance Teleportation could still be somewhat controlled, but the longer the Teleportation distance, the more important it was to have a marker. This was something which even the deities can not bypass.
On a high mountain, the lone figure of the Knight in Silver stood on the steep cliff. Her expression was not pleasant. Even though she had the powers close to the realm of legends, she still let a grade 3 Rogue escaped. At first, the tracking was relatively smooth. That was up until they entered the snowy areas, where Soran’s tracks were completely cut off. The other party seemed to have not to rest at all, and she could barely keep up with him. She was even a little tired now, and the traces of her target were almost completely covered up by the snow.
The longer she took, the less energy the Leave of Life had. Even if the Rogue was found, it would be impossible to retrieve the precious relic. This would be a great loss for the Druids and the Elven Kingdom. Although its energy was not strong, it is very rare and ancient. It was also the only way to make their trees divine. Since the Elven deities had become increasingly inactive over the years, many people developed a trace of discontent in their hearts.
Among the high-grade Druids and Elven elders, most of them believed that it was now necessary to bring back the ancient faith and to turn their trees into true deities. [A divine tree belief of the high-grade Elves]
This plan had been postponed for thousands of years.
The progress had been slow because of the intervention of the Elven deities, but recently all the deities had fallen asleep. Even the main Elven deity could not connect with the Priests. Therefore, there was a sudden opportunity, and many Druids believed that this was the best time to “resurrect” the tree. Although the divine tree had not died, its spirit had long disappeared.
However, it was at this critical juncture that one of the three Leaves of Life had unexpectedly disappeared.
As time went by, traditions and beliefs changed.
Suddenly the Knight in Silver-spotted something. Her sharp gaze had spotted something afar and her expression turned strange.
It seems like she had spotted a very well known Witch among the Elves!
At the northern tower, Gloria stood at the top of the Wizard Tower hundreds of meters high. The cold wind blew her long hair. There were strands of silver in her long silky hair, which inexplicably gave her a sense of beauty. She looked down at the land under her feet, just like a high queen, which had a territory covered 120 kilometers. She was a high-ranking member of the Witch Council and the most likely Nothern Witch to advance to the legendary realm. She was close to becoming a quasi-legendary profession before 30 years old. Even striving to become a legendary realm Witch would be very possible.
In the distance, busy fishermen were working. It was the migration of the northern carp in winter. Their habits were special because they laid eggs in spring. October was the harvest season and the fishermen would catch the large fish with a well-sized fishing net and let the smaller fish go. For them, Gloria was the highest authority. They respected her even more than the lords in Waterdeep.
Gloria looked down at the people below her, opened her palms and caught a snowflake, and sighed quietly.
The weather was getting colder.
She tightened her robe and turned towards the inside. The heavy Iron Golem stood in front of the door and said in a metallic voice, “Master, the observation target is still sleeping. Her energy is stable, and the previously damaged items had been repaired.”
At the twelfth floor of the Wizard Tower.
Vivian’s tiny figure laid on a platform. She was covered with a soft velvet sheet and an oval shield on the outside.
Gloria went through a magic formation, and her figure appeared outside the door. She glanced at the little girl who was breathing steadily on the platform, then frowned and cast a spell.
The little girl had been asleep for some time now.
She did not have to eat, but she also has not woken up. Occasionally she would even unconsciously release a burst of energy, which almost alerted the Witch Council.
The place where she was originally resting at had been destroyed.
Vivian could have destroyed half of the wall if Gloria had not activated the protective spell in time. Her raging divine powers had almost blown her Wizard Tower into half!
The little girl’s power was truly terrifying!
Gloria figured Vivian had already surpassed the powers of a high-grade legendary profession (Profession Level 25), and she would still need to sleep for a long time unless there was a way to separate these energies.
That was because her body was too small and her age too young.
The powers within her, which were greater than a Dragon’s, could not be easily controlled. Unless she transformed from a mortal into a demon, she would not be able to fuse with all of the power.
A Son of God could transform their self.
If Vivian turned into a high-grade demon or the child of the Demon Lord, then she should be able to fuse with this power. However, the little girl seems to have been resisting it in her heart. She was still a mortal, without any characteristics of a high-grade demon or the Demon Lord from Abyss. Gloria too did not know how to make a mortal absorb such great power!
Gloria was powerless in this situation.
As a northern Witch close to the legendary realm, she had not come in contact with the mysterious realm yet.
Unless she advanced into the realm of legends, she would not even be able to analyze the structures of divine powers!
The Frost Kingdom.
Soran came out with a gloomy expression, and the middle-aged Priestess also came out with a stiff face. Even the others looked very grave and had not spoken for a long time.
They had heard some very terrible news!
Not only were the worshippers of the Maiden of Pain here, but even her chosen ones had come to the Frost Kingdom.
The chosen ones of a deity.
They were born as legendary professions!
There was a powerful Wizard who had some Drow characteristics that came from the Underdark region, but no one had seen her face.
She had come here more than half a month ago.
