Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0041 Between Winning and Losing
Still in that high and mighty magic tower that seemed to look down upon all living beings in the world, a magic apprentice was whispering with his good friend. His voice was not loud, but it was heard softly in the empty magic tower.
"Has the great magician gone crazy? I heard that he has been exposed to some strange things in the Mortal Empire recently...even his meditation time has been reduced." Leaning into his companion's ear, he began to talk about the strange things he had heard recently.
This magic tower is the royal magic tower of the great wizard Frunzberg, and everything inside belongs to him alone. Here he is the uncrowned king , so he can do whatever he wants here.
However, a powerful magician needs the support of meditation and practice. If he is obsessed with other things and forgets to improve himself, he is likely be surpassed by other magicians and lose his status.
In recent times, the great magician Franzberg seemed to be a little too unfocused. He frequently did some strange things, even to the point of neglecting sleep and food.
Because of those weird things from the Mortal Empire, he even reduced the time he spent teaching his apprentices. Therefore, most of the magic apprentices began to be dissatisfied with Frundsberg. After all, they didn't want to waste their precious lives here.
"Shh! Don't mention it! I heard that the envoy of the Alante Empire sent a strange iron cylinder yesterday... Two senior brothers went to persuade them, but were fired by the teacher..." When another young apprentice talked about this, there was horror on his face.
He still vividly remembered the scene of the two apprentices being driven out of the magic tower that day. It was truly a terrifying thing.
If you can't learn anything, at least you can learn some basic magic skills. If you are expelled, that would be very bad. Although you can also switch to other great magicians, under normal circumstances, such "second-timers" are not very popular, just like the authors of the second-timers.
"You know what. After seeing that iron lump, the great magician has been locking himself in the room. He didn't even have breakfast today... If this continues, Grand Magician Franzberg will lose his current position." The apprentice who spoke first shook his head and sighed.
Another person also nodded and agreed with him, saying, "That's right! This is crazy! It seems that our magic tower will have to change its owner sooner or later! What will we do then?"
"I don't know what they are doing. I heard that their windows were blown off yesterday. They haven't been repaired yet."
"Stop talking, stop talking. The whole room is filled with things from the Mortal Empire, and everyone is listless..."
Just as the two of them were leaning against the wall and talking, the door of the Mage Tower was roughly pushed open from the outside. A fat and bearded magician walked into the tower with his chin held high and his gait splayed, startling all the magic apprentices who were practicing and cleaning.
"Great Magician Laisen... why is he here? I heard that he and the teacher don't get along well, and they have always been sworn enemies in the Magic Council..." An apprentice who knew the visitor changed his face drastically, and looked at the great magician who walked in, his calves trembling with fear.
After hearing his words, the other people's expressions changed, and some people even stepped back subconsciously. They knew that today's matter was not a joke.
Breaking into other great magicians' magic towers without invitation has always been regarded as a rude act of challenging the other party. Judging from the situation today, the great magician Lessen who came to cause trouble was obviously well prepared. The great magician Frunzberg, who had not been meditating recently and had not accumulated much magic energy, was sure to suffer a big loss this time.
Following behind the great magician, there were several of his magic apprentices, wearing gorgeous white robes. They were obviously the most accomplished students under him. They came with great momentum this time, and they were definitely well prepared.
"Oh no! Oh no!" A magic apprentice in the wizard's tower was so scared that he ran up the spiral staircase, shouting loudly, wanting to help the magic apprentices and his teacher on the stairs.
Lassen didn't care about these at all. He had prepared everything for today. He calculated that he would attack when Frundsberg was at his weakest. He was sure of victory and didn't need to worry about those details at all.
He followed the magic apprentices who ran up the spiral staircase and walked up the steps slowly, brewing a contest between the two of them in his mind: his magic aura reserves were twice as much as his opponent's, and the magic levels of the two were similar - by then the duel would be one-sided.
The more he thought about it, the happier he felt. He seemed to have seen the smug look on his face as he stepped on Frundsberg. The two of them had been fighting openly and secretly in the Magic Council for so long, wasn't it just for this opportunity today to decide the winner?
He originally thought that since he was fifteen years younger than Franzberg, when Franzberg got older, he would eventually be exposed due to his lack of physical strength. But he never expected that the opportunity would come so quickly.
Inside the room, Franzberg, who heard the noise outside, still stared at the huge iron lump in front of him. This cannon was sent by the Alante Empire. Because it was claimed to be a new invention of Ailan Hill, Franzberg intercepted it and used it for "study for a few days."
Touching the cold and thick iron wall with his hand, feeling this heavy and solid feeling without breath and rhythm, Frandsberg felt as if a door was slowly opening in front of him.
He has been pursuing to break through his own limits, but he always felt that an insurmountable wall was right in front of him. But now, that wall seems to have become fragile. At least, he feels that he is no longer the same person he was yesterday.
The window was broken and shattered, completely shattered by the shell. There was only a poor window frame left, hanging crookedly on the hinges, looking funny and dilapidated. The cold wind blew into the room, causing Frundsberg's white beard to sway slightly.
"This is really an exciting creation..." He muttered to himself, praising the thing in front of him very highly: "Alan Hill... Are you my final answer? Interesting! Interesting!"
"I can't believe it! What I have been pursuing all my life is not in the west, but in the mortal kingdom in the east... Those ants... No, I can't call them ants now. They are not ants , but mortals... worthy of attention!" He muttered to himself, with a smile on his face, and ignored the noise that was getting closer and closer.
"I knew that compared to the surge of magic, wisdom is the most precious wealth of mankind! How great it would have been if I had seen these things thirty years ago." His hand stopped on the muzzle of the cast cannon, stroking the smoothness on it.
"Bang!" His door was pushed open from the outside, and the apprentice William, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, fell backwards into the room and rolled to Franzberg's feet. Almost at the same time, a rough voice rang out, which made Franzberg very disgusted: "Hahahaha! Franzberg! I didn't expect you to have this day."
"Yes! I never thought that I would be able to achieve this day." Franzberg nodded subconsciously, still savoring the insights that all this mortal life brought him.
"I'm Laisen! I'm here to challenge you today!" The great magician Laisen raised his hands, and blazing fireballs appeared on his palms, which made his bearded face look particularly eerie and terrifying.
The apprentice William tried to struggle to stand up, but the magical energy that had been surging in his body pulled at his internal organs, causing him to fall back to the position where he had fallen, and he was unable to even speak.
Frundsberg looked at the two fireball spells on Leysen's palms, nodded and praised: "It really took a lot of effort to be able to chant two fireball spells at the same time."
"Since you've praised me, then please, go to hell!" The smug look on Lassen's face became even stronger, and his voice became shrill as he shouted loudly: "Double Fireball!"
"Whoosh!" Franzberg certainly had no intention of sitting there and waiting to die. The air around him began to gather and condense, curling around his left hand, while his right hand grabbed a handful of shotgun steel sand from the box next to the cannon and placed it in front of his left hand.
There was a confident smile on his face, as if the great magician Lassen, whose magical aura was clearly visible, was not a threat to him at all.
Then, the next second, the wind magic exploded in the palm of his left hand. The air that had been compressed to the extreme finally couldn't bear the heat and exploded. And around his left palm, the air compressed by the wind magic formed an invisible barrel. The flame surged and expanded in this transparent barrel, instantly pushing the iron sand on the palm of Frundsberg's right hand out.
It was as if a tiger crouching cannon was firing at close range, and steel sand formed a bloody storm in front of Frundsberg. The particles that flew out like steel needles were accelerated by the explosion to the state of sharp blades, cutting through everything that blocked the road.
In just a moment, a super-large shotgun opened fire at close range. As the target, Lassen and several of his apprentices fully experienced what it meant to be "a thousand arrows fired at once."
Before they could see clearly what they were facing, the steel sand rushed into their flesh, shattering their meridians, cutting their blood vessels, embedding into their spleen and stomach, and lodging in their eyeballs.
The two fireballs were blown into disarray by the steel sand that passed through them halfway and turned into ashes before they hit Frundsberg.
