Casting spells

As the ruling class standing at the top of the pyramid structure, they don't care about the life and death of others, not even blood relatives, not to mention civilians who can be harvested like leeks.

The first thousand and forty-three chapters change

Dragging their exhausted bodies tossed and tossed by endless steps, the three finally arrived at the library on the second floor of the tower.

As soon as they stepped through the gate, they were stunned by the sight in front of them.

In a spacious and empty hall, there are huge bookshelves more than five meters high, and each floor is densely packed with thick books.

Most importantly, by reading the ever-changing mysterious symbols on the spine of the book, anyone can instantly understand what these symbols are trying to express, and at the same time understand that among thousands of books, not one is repeated.

"Oh my God! Am I dreaming?!!!" The middle-aged man with mustache couldn't help but gasped, and exclaimed tremblingly.

Compared with the pitifully small library of the Spellcasters Guild in the city, this place is simply an ocean of knowledge and books, a sacred palace for every magic explorer.

"No! You are not dreaming! This is the library, which records countless powerful spells that have never been seen before. Please hurry up, you only have ten hours." Allens reminded in a condescending and superior tone.

Once upon a time, in order to be able to enter the library of the Spellcasters Guild once, he sacrificed his health and energy, repeatedly doing some of the most humble and humble jobs.

But now, he has completed the leap from quantitative change to qualitative change, and he can stand on a higher ground and look down at the opponent.

The incomparable pleasure is being transmitted to every corner of the body along the nerves at this moment, as if drinking a glass of ice water in the scorching desert, it cannot be described in words at all.

Isolt obviously noticed the attitude of his former apprentice, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up, grabbed a book without saying a word, and started to read it.

At the beginning, the three of them could barely maintain their sanity and demeanor, but after a while, they completely forgot everything around them, immersed themselves in all kinds of profound magic theories, and so many magical magic theories that they could not master it in a lifetime. One of the massive spell models.

Crazy!

Hysterical madness!

For ten hours, no one ate, drank, rested, or even took time to copy notes, just to read more books and record more spells.

When Allens loudly announced that the time was up, everyone trembled involuntarily, and then slowly put the precious books back to their original places with strong unwillingness and regret.

The middle-aged man with a mustache even knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "God! Why are you so cruel! Let me see the road to the highest palace of magic with my own eyes, but there is no one who mercilessly kills him!" closure."

"Ugh--"

The other person couldn't help but sigh.

In contrast, although Isolt's wrinkled face was covered with tears, he managed to calm down the violent fluctuations in his emotions, and said in an envious tone: "Allens, you are lucky, so lucky It is enough to make all spellcasters feel jealous. It is foreseeable that as time goes by, you will soon surpass all of us and become a real strong man. Here, I sincerely ask you to give us a lesson to learn from. opportunity, whatever the cost.”

"Are you sure?" The young man pursed his lips and showed a reserved smile.

"Of course! Do you think that a spellcaster who comes to this library can still refuse the temptation it brings? No! If the library of the guild is addictive snuff, then the library here is a black market. It sells narcotics with the highest purity. Losing the former will make people feel uncomfortable, but losing the latter will make people want to die. I know that the tower master must be planning something, he needs some servants and assistants, and I am willing to be one of them member."

As the saying goes, being old and not dying is a thief.

Accustomed to the intrigue between spellcasters and nobles, Isolt suddenly realized many things that had been overlooked before, and chose to sell out the guild and his hometown without thinking.

"Oh? Are you sure? You must know that this is not an easy task, let alone swearing casually." Allens hinted meaningfully.

Isolt shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "I'm not a fool! I know what I'm doing! I also understand how much risk it takes to do so. Come on, tell me what I need to do, and I will prove my worth."

"Count me in!"

"Me too!"

The other two hurriedly expressed their opinions, with a flame called ambition in their eyes.

Seeing this scene, Alans nodded in satisfaction: "Very good! I believe the Tower Master will be very satisfied with your current attitude. If that's the case, then I won't talk nonsense and give you the first task directly. The nobles are attacking the tower."

"what?!"

"You are crazy!"

"Is there anything wrong with my ears?"

……

All of a sudden, the three present reacted either in shock or in disbelief.

They couldn't believe that the Tower Master would actually want to lure others to attack him!

"No! I'm not crazy! I'm just conveying the will of the tower master to you. Remember, the master we are loyal to is not a mortal. Don't use your way of thinking to speculate on his intentions, just follow the orders honestly."

After saying these warning words, Allens ignored the three of them, went directly to the bookshelf, picked up a book that he hadn't finished reading last time, and read it with relish.

The remaining three stared at each other. After exchanging glances with each other, they quickly left the tower and began to return along the original road.

As he walked, the middle-aged man with a mustache asked, "What do you think the owner of the magic tower wants?"

"I don't know! I don't want to know! Anyway, our mission is to spread false information, so that those greedy nobles feel that they can achieve their goals by using force. As for their life and death, we don't care." Another person is full He sneered disdainfully.

"That's right! From the moment we made up our minds to serve the tower master, everything in the world has nothing to do with us. No matter what he wants to do, whether it is to destroy a city or a country, it doesn't matter to us. Only Knowledge and power are our eternal pursuit. My friend, the door to the highest palace of magic has been opened, and there is nothing more important than this." Isolt held the wooden staff tightly in his hand, his old body It seems to burst out endless energy.

No one knew it at all, but in the tower not far away, Zhang Cheng was monitoring their every move through primitive magic, and joked with a half-smile: "What a familiar scene! All intelligent life in the entire universe, as long as they are born Independent consciousness, selfishness and desire will be born, and then slowly perish. Since it is destined to perish, then let you do your part for my experiment before perishing."

Chapter 44 Reward

Betrayal is actually not a very difficult thing.

It is a bit similar to a psychological defense line. You may hesitate and struggle before crossing the red line, but once there are enough temptations or life is threatened, you can easily cross it.

Once the red line is crossed, for a person, the bottom line will cease to exist.

Undoubtedly, for Isolt, the moment he made up his mind to become a traitor, he no longer regarded this city as his hometown, nor did he regard the tens of thousands of residents living in the city as his compatriots.

In his eyes, these are just the price that must be paid to lead to the highest palace of magic, and they are chips used to exchange profound magic knowledge.

When they returned to the Spellcasters Guild, the three of them spoke in unison and made up a huge lie, describing Zhang Cheng's tower as a fantasy land where countless precious materials, magic knowledge and treasures were accumulated.

The most important thing is that the defense is not as tight as the president imagined. As long as there are enough troops and spellcasters, they will definitely be able to capture it and reap unimaginably rich rewards.

However, Melrot, who is proficient in magical knowledge and skills, strongly doubts this, and refuses to participate in this carnival feast of "robbers".

But it is a pity that there are very few rational people like him. In less than three days, the local lords gathered an "army" of 2000 people and dispatched them. Not only nobles who were eager to make a fortune, but also At the same time, there are a small number of spellcasters, as well as a dozen so-called mercenaries and adventure squads.

With the dream of getting rich, this group of people headed straight into the depths of the forest, without realizing how terrifying monsters were waiting for them.

Watching the team that formed a long snake gradually go away, Isolt stood on the tower and said to his two companions without looking back: "We succeeded! Send a message to the tower owner quickly, I believe he will respond We are pleased with the results."

"Don't worry, the message was sent hours ago. I'm curious how they would react if they knew they were really just a wild dog and the target was a dragon? Painful ? Regret? Despair? Just thinking about it makes people feel funny." The middle-aged man with a mustache rubbed his chin with a cruel smile on his face.

"No matter what, it's impossible for them to come back alive. Now, let's move a little bit and prepare for the arrival of that adult." Another person glanced at the noisy crowd around him, his tone full of indifference and contempt.

As a saying goes, the second devil is always more shameless, despicable, more twisted, and more omnipotent than the real devil.