Lord of Arcane

Chapter 557 The Empire Road Captivity
Sevington, New Town, Elf Embassy.

In a deliberation hall, Suweilisi sat on the main seat and looked down coldly, while Jerynis, who was also a senior mage, sat beside him.

However, unlike Suviris, Gerinis' eyes only stayed on a small ornament he was playing with in his hand, as if he didn't care about the situation in the unexpected world.

Under the two high-ranking mages, more than 20 elves stood in a pile, bowing their heads in silence. Presumably, they also knew that Master Suweilis was very dissatisfied with the result of today's competition.

Finally, someone couldn't bear the inner pressure of the high-level mage's long-term gaze, and huddled in the crowd and whispered: "There is another project, [Magnificent Illusion], we will definitely win!"

"What do you win? Do you think Ye Erlan will let you without asking?"

"We can win without them!"

"Humph!"

Su Weiris' expression became even colder. These elves more or less have extraordinary backgrounds, but if they think they can pass the level smoothly this time, then they are thinking too simply.

Thinking of this, Suweilisi glanced at Jerrynis who was still playing with accessories beside him. Seeing his indifferent appearance, Suweilisi felt infinitely angry again, because of him, how much benefit Cormanso lost !
But thinking of the king's instructions, Su Weilis could only suppress his anger, looked at the younger generation who had gradually become noisy below, raised his hand to suppress all the voices, and said coldly:

"There is news from the country that the first line of defense has been breached by Zall. Except for those who will participate in the snowmelt competition tomorrow, the rest should go back. The second line of defense needs you elites to be stationed."

"what--"

The elves grew their mouths, but they couldn't make any sound. They could only look at Suweilis with terrified eyes, and their hearts were full of fear when they thought that they were about to face those terrible black skins.

And what Su Weiris said next made them even more desperate——

"Master Jerrynis, you will send these juniors there. The Crown Prince doesn't want to see any accidents!"

"understood."

Then he responded, and Jelines put away the trinkets he was playing with, and his expression gradually became dignified. No matter who he was in Cormanthor, he would not ignore the king's order.

But this does not mean that Mian Wang's order is above all else, but just this time, based on various factors, he cannot refuse, and at the same time he is unwilling to refuse.

……

Jerinis left with some juniors, Suweilis waved away the rest of the juniors, and sat alone in the conference hall. It seemed that following his wishes, the light in the hall gradually dimmed, converging with the outside world.

"The road to the empire is difficult! I don't know that my king—"

Suviris murmured until there was no more sound.

……

And on the other side, the Old Town, Gustav's Tower.

In a secret training room, Grand Arcanist Badigal is giving the final "training" to the contestants who are about to participate in [Magnificent Illusion].

Let's just call it training!
At this moment in the training room, the lights and shadows intertwined, as if they were real, but Badigal ignored the illusions that could be faked, and directly found the ten little guys who were practicing spell casting:

"Hablin, how are your preparations? Can you win?"

Hearing Badigal's voice, all the illusions disappeared in an instant after shaking for a while, and the training room returned to its original appearance. Hablin, together with his nine illusionist clansmen, knelt down on the ground and replied respectfully: :

"My lord, we have practiced so far, and we are very proficient, but the opponent is an elf, we, we—"

Badigal waved his hand and interrupted Hablin's cry, "I don't care, if you can't win, then there is no need for your tribe to exist. Before you speak, think about your family and friends!"

However, threats alone cannot fully stimulate the potential of these little things. Badigal took out another golden paper document and threw it in front of the leading dwarf Hablin, "Take a look!"

Hablin didn't dare to get up, so he kept his kneeling posture and moved forward a little bit, holding up the gold paper document with both hands, he could only read half of the words on it——

It's elf text.

He once learned it when he was learning spells with an elf who saved him. As for the other kind of writing, it is human writing. He has seen many, but he has never learned it, and he dare not learn it. It didn't end well.

The gist of this gold paper document, which is obviously a magical item, is roughly the following sentence, "The Severton Council understands all the leaders: the gnome tribe in the Huangfeng Hills is protected by the Council and the Seven Towers, and trespassers will be punished!"

Hablin is quite familiar with the elf characters, and the more he reads, the more excited he becomes.

Dwarves have a low status in Netheril. They are either slaves or pets, and even worse, they are reduced to materials on the Netherese laboratory bench.But now, the ruler of Netheril actually promised to give them a piece of land, allowing them to thrive there.

Even if it was only limited to the few tribes where the ten illusionists belonged, Hablin had never seen such a good thing before, which made him almost uncontrollably excited.

Habrin subconsciously wanted to raise his head to ask the Grand Arcanist for confirmation, but he happened to bump into Badigal's expressionless and indifferent eyes, and Habrin's fiery heart instantly reached freezing point.

He thought of what he had heard, seen, and even personally experienced in the past 200 years. Every time a tribe gathered a little more people, it would immediately be swept away by the Nethers.

Up to now, Hablin has even vaguely figured out where the population red line is. Before the number gets close to the red line, he will find a way to reduce the population, or divide the family, or expel, and sometimes even kill.

Can the land promised by the Naithers be taken?
Who knows if the fate of gnomes will change from free-range to captive?

But can he refuse?

Hablin buried his head so deeply that it almost touched the ground, "My lord, Hablin will definitely defeat the elves and live up to my lord's gift."

Looking at the dwarf illusionist kneeling at his feet, Badigal didn't feel any joy or pride, only deep vigilance.

He is not only vigilant against the dwarves, but also vigilant for himself and the future of mankind. If an invincible enemy appears, will he, like these dwarves, kneel down and beg for mercy and gifts from the enemy?

Badigal did not shy away from worrying about the future in his heart, but at the same time he was also full of confidence in Netheril, because of magic!
"Rest early tonight, and when you win tomorrow, Her Royal Highness Princess Shia will announce your legal status in front of the representatives of the countries. As long as you obey the order of Netheril, Netheril will grant you asylum. "

After finishing speaking, Badigal left without waiting for the other party to speak.

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(End of this chapter)