Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1432: 1404 Mingpai

Chapter 1432 1404. Clear cards

Wilgefortz is a handsome and strong man, with a face that looks like he is in his thirties or forties, young, powerful and full of charm.

Even when he was standing with the one whom he recognized as the 'most beautiful Daisy of the Valley', he was not suppressed by the beauty of the pure-blood elf and became inconspicuous. He still exuded a powerful aura of his own.

They passed by the Glorious Corridor in the Academy of Arethusa. The paintings hanging in this corridor were all by famous artists.

But even so, the paintings by these famous artists are merely embellishments to the historical nodes depicted in those paintings.

The birth of the Warlocks, the critical moments in their development, the outstanding ones who are famous in the annals of history.

Until the last piece so far, it is a shield with a kissing picture drawn in the form of a charcoal sketch.

Lan En and Wilgefortz were speechless and walked straight through the Corridor of Glory.

Even though both of them still remember, their first meeting and first conversation took place here.

They also crossed the wide stone bridge in the academy that spanned between two towers.

Originally, this stone bridge was laid out with black and white square stones, like a chess board.

But Vilgefortz remembered clearly that it was actually just a standing illusion to deceive others. Due to the salt and moisture in the sea breeze, the bridge was actually not far away from falling apart.

Only the black grid can be walked on, and the rest are unstable places to stay.

The cost of repairs is too high, but using illusions can maintain the dignity of the sorcerers.

And just over two years ago, after the Valyrian Steel business came into operation, the bridge has now been actually repaired.

There is no more magic on this bridge.

"It's changed so much."

Suddenly, Vilgefortz stopped on the bridge. The soles of his deerskin boots grinded against the stones on the bridge, making a rustling sound as if they suddenly had nothing to do.

He turned to look at Lan En, who was following silently.

"There have been so many changes in the academy."

"Your words almost make me think you graduated from Arethusa."

Lan En said a cold joke calmly.

"I belong to the traditional type of warlock." Wigfortz explained nonchalantly, "I follow the instructor one-on-one. After learning, I can only change to another instructor. I have never been in an academy environment. ”

"But I am indeed not a stranger to Aretusa. After all, I have to come here every time I have a meeting."

"See that tower?"

Vilgefortz pointed at the second-tallest tower in the Arethusa complex under the darkness of the night and the sea breeze blowing across the bridge. It was made of rocks, and compared to the brightly lit main body of Arethusa, it was dark and lifeless.

The waves hit the rocky walls of Thanede Island, turning into white foam and roaring.

"Tomorrow, a total of ten archmages from the two wizard councils that greeted you just now will be wearing traditional attire: black cloaks and pointed hats fluttering in the wind, just like those depicted in the illustrations in the storybooks."

"We also bring wands and crutches, just like the images parents use to scare children. It's just tradition."

"We will enter the Gastang Palace accompanied by a few representatives. The meeting will be behind closed doors. The remaining representatives will wait in Aretusa for the final decision."

Lan Enxin said that I know better than you what the "traditional wizard image" is. Gandalf's appearance is too traditional.

"What about the tallest tower? What role will it play in this meeting?"

Lan En continued.

Considering the symbolic significance of the wizard summit, it is impossible to give up the tallest tower, right?

The tower seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. Although Lan En had lived in the academy for a long time, he didn't quite know what the tower was used for.

"Tor Lara, the Gull Tower, is now abandoned. Is it important? Probably."

"possible?"

"According to the legend of the elves," the handsome male wizard shrugged, "the portal in this tower is connected to the mysterious Tor Jiviel, the 'Tower of Swifts'."

"That is the legendary secret stronghold of the elven sages."

"At that time, we tried to excavate the portal in this tower, but failed, and later sealed it. There were many people who protested. After all, everyone wanted to leave their name in history, but it is an objective fact that the portal was malfunctioning and distorted. Will disappear with a few words of protest.”

The sea breeze was still blowing, and Lan En did not answer any more words.

The two of them felt almost at the same time that the pleasantries were over.

"I'm almost certain that, after our first conversation, you thought I was paying attention to the strange effects on the children of destiny."

Vilgefortz had a strange smile on his face.

"You think I'm chasing the power of destiny. But what makes me curious is: do you still think so?"

"No." Lan En's face was calm and he just shook his head, "To explore destiny as a research object, I think even a young, talented and arrogant person like you will not be so unrealistic."

"That's why I feel like I can't see through you, at least most of you. I don't know what you are pursuing."

"You don't know me, but I know you, Lan."

Vilgefortz chuckled, a strange light appearing in his eyes.

"I know that the outside world says that you love the north and your hometown of Sintra. But I know that you only regard the king and their kingdom as a mess. Because your soul and flesh and blood are not the same as the so-called north and Sintra. It doesn’t matter.”

The witcher suddenly frowned and turned to look at the wizard.

The wizard himself felt nothing at all.

"What an interesting idea. Please don't get me wrong. I really don't see people like you very often, Lan En."

"You despise those kings and kingdoms, you look at them like you're standing at the bottom of a river looking at bloated corpses floating down from upstream."

"When you see them, all you see is what they look like after death." "They will eventually be eliminated. The so-called country that is 'as immortal as marble' seems to be destined to die in your eyes." That day."

"Everything must come to an end." Lan En said calmly, "Anyone who studies history or philosophy will not have any doubts about this."

Vilgefortz looked up at the tall and beautiful figure under the moonlight, with a playful smile on his lips.

"But even for the historian who has the most views on this, when I tell him that the kingdom he lives in today will disappear in a foreseeable future, the first reaction in his eyes will still be doubt and confusion."

"But you are determined."

"It's like you're used to seeing those great kingdoms collapse and disappear. You know it's destined."

"Why, Lan En? Why do you have such a transcendent perspective? After all, you don't have an extra meat ball in your chest than others?"

The witcher narrowed his eyes suddenly and looked at the wizard who seemed to be just talking casually.

"Prophecy?" After a long silence, Lan En asked, "Or something else? I should have thought that you would investigate me."

"You completely thought of it, Lan En." On the contrary, Vilgefortz praised sincerely, "What you didn't expect is that I have the ability to investigate you to this point. It took a lot of effort on my part."

"How could those lame prophecies and probing magic penetrate such a beautiful shell of light?"

Vilgefortz's fingers gestured towards Lan En in mid-air, but the outline of the gesture was not Lan En's body, and his eyes did not focus on the body.

—What he gestured with was the outline of Lan En’s [Body Light]!

That’s the ‘light shell’ in his mouth!

Wilgefortz's chuckle did not make the atmosphere friendly. On the contrary, the solemn feeling accumulated between the two.

Suddenly, the wizard's gesticulating fingers drew back, as if they had been chilled by an inexplicable sea breeze.

The smile on his face disappeared, and after Lan En became serious, his expression also became serious and solemn.

"I'm begging you, Lan."

Vilgefortz suddenly said without starting or ending.

The attitude on that handsome face was extremely sincere.

He got straight to the point.

"I think with your ability, you must have felt the weird atmosphere at this banquet. Let's be honest."

He took a deep breath.

"A tragic battle is already brewing, my friend. This will be a brutal battle of life and death. No one will show mercy or wait to die. Everyone is eager to use magic, swords, and even teeth. To win and survive.”

"I beg you, noble spectator, master of transcendent vision: Join the side that has the better chance. Join us."

"No, Lan En, don't be anxious to frown at me. I know what you want to say. You want to say that you don't care who has a better chance of winning, because whichever side you are on has a better chance of winning. You are very confident and proud, This is you."

"But listen to me, these days are different."

"You also want to say that you don't care whether the odds are against you or not. You just stick to what you think is right. After all, you have been like this from the beginning, and it doesn't even matter whether this power exists or not."

"But listen to me." Vilgefortz looked at Lan, "This is not a good idea."

"You regard the Northern Kingdom as a rotting skeleton in a tomb, so why don't you use this detached perspective to take a closer look? To see something further? To feel more relieved?"

"Everything has an end." The wizard used Lan En's words to persuade him, "Why care about those trivial things?"

"Like human life?" Lan En asked.

"Just like human life." Vilgefortz responded.

The tall figure of the demon hunter was silent, but the atmosphere gradually became different.

The relaxed muscles are active, and strong heat and vitality are bursting out from the two hearts and the blood vessels flowing with high-energy blood, like adding a handful of carbon to the furnace.

Lan En nodded first, indicating that he understood Wigefortz's confused conversation, and then

"Pooh."

The wizard looked at the noble and gorgeous beauty in the moonlight with a bit of astonishment in his cold eyes. Although they were both men, Wigefortz could only describe it subconsciously, calling it a beauty. He tilted his head towards On the sea beyond the bridge, a mouthful of disdainful saliva spat out.

It was a rude and rude action, but the moonlight made Lan En's molten silver hair and beautiful face even more dreamy. Even such an action had a sense of free and easy beauty when he made it.

But the key to this action is not its temperament and beauty, but its disdainful connotation.

"I also request the same from you, respected Archmage Vilgefortz."

The word 'request' was uttered in his mouth, but Lan En's face was only filled with a coldness that made people feel chilled.

Those slightly glowing cat eyes looked down at each other.

"Calm down."

The tone was like advice, but also like a warning with hidden threats.

"I beg you to calm down, Vilgefortz."

After saying that, the wizard also became expressionless. He faced Lan En and walked backward towards the other side of the bridge, gradually sinking into the shadow of the tower under the moonlight.

Lan En, on the other hand, turned around and left neatly without looking back.

Now, it's clear.

On the way back to the Arethusa Banquet Hall, Lan En, who had a cold face and hurried steps, met another friend of his—

The red-bearded dwarf with a fiery face, Siloden Giancardi, should not have appeared here.