Chapter 278 Third-level Mandela Magic Eye
"You really don't want to ask me why I sent troops to the Icefield Temple?" Gothe nodded, indicating that he knew, looked around this noble room, and suddenly asked Sunaifa.
Sunaifa smiled slightly, "I want to, but there is no need."
"No matter what the reason is, I will support your decision unconditionally. In this case, why do you need to know the reason? If you really know the reason, it may only increase your troubles."
Sunaifa is not only self-denial and loyal to his ideals, but Sunaifa also has a calm wisdom.
"Actually, the reason is very simple," Sunaifa didn't ask, but that didn't mean he didn't say it. "Since Zhenbing wants to revive gloriously and unify the Northern Territory, he must first have a master's mentality and treat all the tribes in the Northern Territory as his own people." The beast tide destroyed the tribes in the north, and the Snover clan is a bloody example. "
"At this time, the Zhenbing tribe must stand up, not only to protect its future people, but also to occupy the great cause."
"When someone threatened many tribes in the north, the Zhenbing tribe stepped forward to solve this hidden danger. This was to gain a head start."
"This at least lets the many tribes in the north know that the Zhenbing tribe is safeguarding the interests of the people in the north and is the leader of the people in the north."
"Of course, this is stated openly." Having said this, Gothe smiled slightly.
"The more real reason is that the people who practice forbidden necromancy among the guardians of the snowfield have tried to kill me many times. Now that I have mastered the power of the Zhenbing tribe, I must avenge this revenge. I don’t want to wait any longer. "
"Of course, I know this is called private use of public power. For my own personal gain, I have consumed a lot of money and manpower from the Zhenbing Tribe. Do you still think that I am the person in the prophecy?"
"You are wrong, this is not a private use of public power, because the king's life is inviolable. Those who rebel against the king are those who rebel against the Zhenbing tribe," Sunaifa bowed slightly and said seriously and solemnly: "They must repay their transgression with blood."
Watching Sunaifa leave, Gothe sat down at the stone table in his new room and fell into deep thought.
"Mage, what is the king?" Flora flew to Gothe's ear, pulled his hair, and interrupted his meditation.
"Ms. Flora, were you afraid just now?"
h "What are you afraid of?"
h "I will cut off Donald's head directly."
h "Oh~ I'm not afraid."
h "Ms. Flora is really a timid person."
"Because he is a bad guy, so he was killed by the mage, so Flora is not afraid."
"This time he is a bad guy, but sometimes, I don't necessarily just Will kill bad guys. "
"The mage is a mage, so no matter what the mage does, Lady Flora will not be afraid."
Gothe turned to look at Flora.
Flora's eyes were unusually clear.
Flora, who is natural-hearted, always speaks the truth.
"Lord Flora is truly unparalleled in wisdom." Gothe praised extremely seriously.
"You don't have to say that!" Lady Flora raised her head high.
Although she didn't know why the mage suddenly praised herself, she was right to praise her anyway.
"That bird seems to like Lady Flora very much." She couldn't help but show off.
"That bird?" Gothe thought for a moment, and then realized that Flora was talking about the magic falcon on Sunaifa's shoulder, "Why do you say that?"
"Because it has been looking at Lady Flora."
"If you like someone, you can't help but want to look at him." Gothe translated.
“That’s right.” Flora nodded.
"Wrong, he just wants to rob you because he likes you. Everyone has different ways of treating the things they like. Some people are nice to him, while others show possessiveness."
"Then what should I do?" Flora was very distressed.
Since everyone likes me, there will definitely be people who want to steal from me in the future.
"Therefore, Lady Flora must seize the time to continue learning spells, so that Lady Flora can protect herself even if I am not around in the future."
"I will teach Lady Flora attack spells tonight."
"Okay, it's settled."
"!!"
Flora looked at Gothe in confusion, she clearly didn't say anything, so why was it settled?
Phoenix, an inconspicuous gray stone house in the outer city.
The owner of this residential house is not a member of the Zhenbing tribe, but an older foreigner.
He has settled here since he came to Phoenix a year ago.
It is said that his tribe was destroyed by a beast wave, and he himself managed to escape by relying on the magic given by the ice blood.
After losing his family members, he simply chose to retire in Phoenix.
As an Iceborn mage, he would go out hunting every once in a while in exchange for various supplies needed for life. Although survival in the north is difficult, when one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry, for the Iceborn, survival is actually an easy matter, unless he commits suicide.
This foreigner went out hunting some time ago and just returned to Phoenix recently.
At this time, it was approaching evening, and it was almost dark.
This is the time when every family lights a fire to cook, which is the most lively and full of fireworks.
However, a rush of footsteps disturbed the smoke and smoke of this street.
After the footsteps, there was a powerful wave of mana and a spreading chill.
It's just that this powerful mana fluctuation comes and dissipates quickly.
Among gray stone dwellings.
A middle-aged man dressed as a typical northerner was sitting on a chair, with two people pressing his hands.
In front of him, stood an elder of the Zhenbing tribe wearing an animal skin robe.
If Gao De were here at this moment, he would definitely feel that this elder looked very familiar.
Because it was Elder Claude who was the only one who reacted after he beheaded Donald and took a step forward to scold him.
"You betrayed the cooperation and covenant between me and Elder Donald!!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and stared at Elder Claude.
“Elder Donald is no longer here, and the cooperation and covenant are naturally void.” Faced with the middle-aged man’s accusation, Elder Claude seemed unusually calm.
"Elder Donald is gone?! What do you mean?" The middle-aged man who was already bound by others asked in disbelief when he heard what Elder Claude said and didn't care about his own bad situation.
"That's the literal meaning." Claude said coldly. Although he still couldn't accept it emotionally, he had accepted this fact intellectually.
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes full of hatred, and gritted his teeth and said: "If it weren't for your instigation, the Great Elder would not have fallen deeper and deeper into this situation, and finally ended up like this."
He had been killed by Gothe with a sword, and the negative emotions in Claude's heart had already reached a peak.
But Gothe was the new king and he couldn't say anything, so he chose to vent all his anger on the middle-aged man in front of him.
"It's clear that Donald and we hit it off right away, so there's no confusion." The middle-aged man couldn't help but retort.
bang!
Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Claude had already slapped the other man in the face with such force that blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
This slap directly stunned the middle-aged man.
Claude no longer looked at the other party, but waved his hand coldly, "Take it away and send it to the War Mother."
As a staunch reformist, Claude is also one of the five fourth-ring mages in the Zhenbing tribe, and is Donald's true direct descendant.
He knows almost all of Donald's affairs and plans, including Donald's cooperation with the Snowfield Guardian.
While Donald was still there, there were still divisions between the conservative party and the reformist party.
Now that Donald is dead, there are only ourselves and outsiders.
Claude can still tell the difference between what is light and what is serious.
So after accepting the fact that Donald was dead and that the Zhenbing Tribe was about to attack the Icefield Temple, the first thing Claude did was to lead people to capture the people the Snowfield Guardian had placed in Phoenix to contact Donald.
The only choice is the best choice.
This is unity, the unity that the Zhenbing tribe strives for.
Outside the residence of Kathleen and Loitch.
Almost at the same moment, the sound of rapid footsteps was also heard.
It's just that Elder Grant is leading the team here.
"Elder Grant, what do you mean?" Kathleen looked at the other party incomprehensibly.
"I'm sorry," Grant spread his hands, "My king is ready to settle all conflicts with your sect."
"Before the settlement is completed, in order to prevent you from leaking information or affecting the actions of this tribe, we can only temporarily restrict your actions." Elder Grant's tone was quite polite.
But what he was going to do was not polite.
"Restriction" is just a nice way of saying it.
In a straightforward translation, it should be called "imprisonment", or at least "house arrest".
“You’d better not resist, otherwise Elder Lanvin may not be able to hold back in order to avoid the conflict becoming bigger.” Elder Grant advised again.
Beside Grant, there stood an old man who said nothing from beginning to end.
At this time, the old man raised his head and glanced at Caitlin faintly.
He is the Elder Lanwen mentioned by Grant, another four-ring ice-born mage in the Zhenbing Tribe.
Kathleen gritted her teeth angrily, but at the same time she was puzzled, "My king?"
The leader of the Zhenbing Tribe has always been the War Mother. When did there become another king?
Why has she never heard of it?
"Speaking of which, I have to thank the Holy Maiden for bringing my king to Phoenix." Grant said sincerely.
Kathleen was stunned for a moment.
Then, she opened her mouth wide, "Gothe?!"
Loitch beside Katherine was still confused, "What my king, what does this have to do with Gothe?"
Gothe didn't stay in the room for long, Sunaifa had already sent someone to send him the second-level ice marrow and spell formula he needed.
Looking at the seventy-one drops of ice marrow condensed with the power of pure ice elements in the ice crystal bottle, he couldn't help but let out a long breath.
You must know that a few days ago, his Mandela Magic Eye had just been upgraded to the second level.
According to Gothe's expectation, it will be at least several years before Mandela's Magic Eye advances to the third level again.
Who could have imagined that things in the world would be so changeable.
After a brief sigh of relief, Gothe opened the ice crystal bottle directly.
He will absorb and refine all the seventy-one drops of second-level ice marrow today.
A drop of second-level ice marrow entered the eyes, and a familiar majestic ice elemental power instantly spread in Gothe's left eye, and then merged into the depths of his eyes.
With the integration of the ice elemental power, the golden light that had appeared in Mandela's eyes became more intense at this moment and began to grow.
Just two minutes later, the ice elemental power contained in this drop of second-order ice essence was completely absorbed.
Gothe did not hesitate and dropped another drop of second-level ice marrow into his eyes.
Time passes slowly.
More than an hour later.
Gothe once again opened his Mandela Magic Eye.
His clear eyes suddenly burst into bright golden light, like stars shining in the night sky.
After absorbing enough ice elemental power, that little golden light has expanded to the limit and begun to undergo essential changes.
The golden light suddenly began to extend, extending from a point into a golden line, like a golden lightning piercing the night sky.
At the moment when the golden threads were formed, the golden runes originally composed of three golden threads also appeared.
The new golden thread is like a wandering child who heard his mother's call, directly integrating into the golden rune at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
The runes began to rotate violently, as if a miniature galaxy was forming in Gothe's eyes, emitting a dizzying light.
Finally, in a burst of dazzling light, a new, more complex golden rune formed in his eyes.
Mandora's Magic Eye: Level 2 (36/72).
Gaode took a deep breath.
This is not over yet.
He continued to drip second-level ice marrow into his eyes.
With Gothe's movement, a new golden light appeared in his eyes, like a newborn star.
It was more than an hour later.
The fifth golden thread has been formed in his eyes.
In the golden light blooming, the runes representing the [Insight] ability emerged and began to absorb the newly emerged golden thread.
The five golden lines are like five golden lightnings, intertwined to form a more complex and powerful rune.
The rune lines have become more refined and the structure more complex.
Gothe felt this powerful force gathering in his eyes, and his vision became clearer and sharper.
However, this time the light did not dim after the new runes were formed.
Because, at the same time that the fifth golden thread was formed, Gothe's Mandela Magic Eye also advanced naturally.
The advancement of Mandela's Magic Eye will be accompanied by an improvement in the essential level and the acquisition of a new ability.
Another bit of blue light, like a comet, suddenly flashed across Gothe's eyes.
The blue light quickly spread into a line, like a blue lightning that cut through the night sky and penetrated into the depths of Gothe's pupils.
The appearance of this blue line connects to an unknown source of power.
It is merging with the golden rune representing [insight], making the rune's light no longer a single golden color, and at the same time making the rune more powerful.
Finally, the light dissipated, and a new rune of gold and blue was formed.
【Destroy the delusion】.
This is the new ability gained by the third-level Mandela Magic Eye.
Delusion, that is, illusion.
The so-called delusion means having real vision and seeing through illusions, including but not limited to illusion spells.
In terms of practicality and versatility, it is not as good as [Insight], but it also has its own uniqueness.
(End of this chapter)