At night, the Mage Tower on the island of Angome is still lit up. Three massive airships are parked in mid-air, vast amounts of war materials being brought into the hold by the indefatigable Golems, and a large number of barbarian guards and mages are gathering below.

As soon as Robert brought back the mobilization order, the officials who remained here were immediately busy. After more than a day of deployment, all the preparations were finally completed. If nothing else, we can leave for Ascatra at midnight today, and we will be there in two days at most.

One of the leaders of the Mage Tower, Borken stood on the tower and watched the dense crowd of people below who were ready to board the ship to fight, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. Although he has lived in the form of a soul for thousands of years, and has lived through the last glory of the Nexriel era, he has never really participated in a magical war.

As for the last war with the Shahua Fishmen, it can only be regarded as an ordinary battle, because the level of the Twin Magic Divisions is too low, and the main force fighting each other is still soldiers. A true magical war can determine the course of a war in an instant with a single strike by a mage group, and even more so, it only takes a powerful magic ritual to wipe the enemy off the map.

Several crown wars between the ancient elven empires, powerful spellcasters who can enslave dragons and create terrifying magical storms, some traces of ruin have survived to this day, a constant reminder of how terrifying the power of these pointy-eared creatures once wielded.

Of course, humanity's magical civilization is no slouch, and the glorious Nessreels have created the Floating City and the Core of Mythera, and with these inexhaustible sources of energy, they have defeated countless enemies. The ruins of the floating city under the yellow sands of the Enoch Desert tell the story of those impassioned years.

Along with it is also a human magical civilization. That was the Imasca Empire in the Far East. The amazing mechanic has developed space technology that surpasses the gods. An unprecedented cross-dimensional population raid was launched. Although they ended up at the hands of these slaves, who can deny their strength.

A famous scholar once said: When you meet a mage, it is best to keep yourself humble and courteous, otherwise you are likely to be punished unimaginably. When you encounter a team of mages, it's best to get out of the way, as they can easily turn a town into purgatory. When you come across a large group of mages, get down on your knees and pray, hoping that they are not here to ruin your country.

Although there is some exaggeration in this passage. After all, only the high-level mage group has such a powerful destructive power, but it proves that the mages are not as simple as one equal to two when they get together. Through all kinds of group magic rituals, they can increase their power tenfold, twenty, or even hundreds of times, and easily accomplish things that even legendary mages can't.

Just as the arcanist's heart was fluttering, a shadow pushed open the door and walked in, shouting, "Bastard, it's all this time, you still have the heart to enjoy the scenery here." The cargo will be loaded in fifteen minutes, so why don't you hurry up and command the mage regiment to board the airship! ”

Borken didn't even look back to know who was coming, so he smiled and shook his head slightly: "Don't worry...... Debra...... Hold your horses...... War is like a complex and sophisticated form of advanced magic, and you must not be impatient. It is necessary to understand its structure step by step, and then slowly translate it into your own knowledge storage. You're just too impatient. That's why Henry didn't hand over the Mage Tower to you to manage. ”

"Damn! Now is not the time to discuss this! Hurry up and take your group of mages and make Ares smaller first, otherwise this big brown bear like a mountain won't fit into the airship. Debra yelled angrily. She had been busy all day, and now she was fine, not only was she praised, but she was said to be impatient by this slow and leisurely old fellow, which was really unreasonable.

"Hahahaha, don't be angry, know that being angry is not good for women's skin. I'm going to do the final work and make sure it will be done in a few minutes. Borken laughed a few times, then snapped his fingers and disappeared in an instant, leaving Debra sulking in place with gritted teeth.

On the other side, Sycodi, who was in the lord's mansion, was holding a banquet to celebrate her son's safe return, especially when she learned that Eren had become an official mage, she fell into ecstasy, and kept knocking on the side, trying to know what was going on underground.

But it's a pity that this set can still play a little role if it is changed in the past. But now, Eren is no longer what it used to be, and the mind he has developed in fighting wits and courage with the dark elves far exceeds that of his peers, and even some adults are not necessarily his opponents, let alone ordinary noblewomen like Sycodi.

He followed Henry's teachings, did not reveal the slightest detail to his mother, and spent most of his time consolidating his knowledge of magic and enriching the number of first- and second-level magic.

The boy's years in the Dark Elf Mage Tower taught him the value of power, and he was constantly absorbing all kinds of knowledge, eager to spend twenty-four hours a day in his father's private librarianship, reading the magical knowledge and natural science that had been sorted out.

But as a child, Alan obviously couldn't go against his mother's wishes, so he had to show up at the banquet with a strong spirit, and politely accepted the blessings of every guest. No way, this is the duty of the first in line to the throne, although he himself is not very interested in inheriting the country.

Tyrantil, who already possessed divinity, was keenly aware of his student's depression, and a kind smile appeared on his face, and then he put down the wine glass in his hand and asked softly, "Why, you don't seem to be very satisfied with this banquet?" ”

"Yes, Mentor. Instead of wasting time here, you might as well take the time to read a book or do a magic practice or two. I hate the feeling of being treated like a child, it's terrible. Alan did not hide his feelings at all, and complained in an angry whisper. The facial features on his little face were almost wrinkled together, and he looked so cute.

"Hahahaha. You're just like your father when he was younger. Tyranthir touched his gray beard and recalled. I remember that when Henry first came to the High Fence, he spent all day in the library-testbed-bedroom. Always maintain a regular schedule of three points and one line. The frenzied enthusiasm for learning was astonishing. ”

"Oh? There was a time like this when my father was young?! Alan opened his mouth in surprise. Ever since he learned of Henry's power, he felt a fervent admiration in his heart, and when he heard that he was similar to his father, he immediately became very happy, as if he had received some kind of affirmation.

Tyrantiel nodded with a dumb smile: "That's right, although Henry seems polite on the surface, almost everyone says that he is full of aristocratic demeanor and bearing, but I know. In fact, he was quite disgusted with these tedious and useless things, and he wanted to devote all his time to the study of magic. But did you know that after all that power, he still kept these things that he hated? ”

Alan was stunned for a moment when he was asked, and subconsciously shook his head: "I don't know, why?" ”

Because Henry knew very well that even if he had great power, he was still a mortal man, and he had to deal with all kinds of people, and etiquette and demeanor often made a very good first impression, especially in the communication between people. It's not that things in this world you don't like. It won't happen. So you have to learn how to accept what you hate, just like your father. After saying that, Tyrantil touched Allen's head dotingly.

The deeper the contact. The more he could feel the enormous potential hidden in this boy's body, especially the pure desire for magical power, almost unadulterated with any other affection, crystal clear like crystal. In the eyes of any mage, such an apprentice can be called a treasure, and he will surely release a dazzling light in front of the whole world in the future.

The old mage felt so lucky to have met Henry, then his son, his sister, and his daughter, each of whom were rare magical geniuses. Sometimes I even wonder if this family is favored by the goddess of magic, otherwise how could it be so good in terms of offspring.

Of course, Tyrante had asked Henry's mother, Lily, about her long-missing husband in an attempt to get some explanation from the bloodline, but unfortunately, Lily knew very little about her husband, and the union between the two was purely for life, not for those illusory loves. I only know that he is a relatively famous warrior, and he only stays at home for two or three months a year. Most of the rest of the time was spent in the wilderness, but before he disappeared, he was sent enough money every month to live on, and in the end, the investigation had to be abandoned.

Alan was very smart, and immediately understood the truth, and immediately bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your teaching, I think I understand what to do." ”

After he finished speaking, he straightened his clothes, strode to the banquet center, and talked to the officials, representatives of the various temples, merchants, scholars, and teachers of the academy district who had come to congratulate him.

Just when Tyrantiel secretly sighed at this disciple's terrible learning ability, Shi Kodi suddenly walked over from behind with a wine glass, and made a skirt salute with a smile on her face: "Thank you very much for your persuasion, otherwise Alan would never take the initiative to participate in this kind of activity." It was as if he had changed since he came back from the underground, and had become more like Henry, more interested in magic than being a worthy heir. ”

"You don't understand that a character like their father and son can't be bound by a single country or territory. I can't explain anything, but it's enough to know that you have a great husband and son. With that, the old mage raised his glass and drank it all.

He knew that most ordinary nobles' understanding of magic was still stuck in the destructive power, the ability to make a lot of money, and the mastery of it to do something that others would never be able to do, no matter how they explained it, these people could not understand the difference between geniuses and ordinary mages in this circle, which was even more distant than the distance between ordinary people and mages, far enough to make people desperate......

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