Arcane Journey

"And you, Haizhuof, this is the second time." Vizlan looked at the lich who came out of the portal, his words full of ridicule and disdain, and his light red eyes, like sharp blades, stared directly at the soul fire hidden in the lich's eye sockets.

Then he raised a hand and drew a shining mark in the air, which seemed to be activating some kind of restriction on the Mage Tower.

As Vizlan raised his hand, Brian, who had turned into a spectator, quickly noticed that a ripple appeared in the entire wizard tower. The magical light emitted seemed to have blocked the surrounding space, making it impossible for him to use any teleportation spells to escape from here.

The lich was not surprised by Vizlan's action. Instead, a terrifying smile unconsciously appeared on his face made of bones, and he continued to press forward.

Its smile was like a will-o'-the-wisp in the abyss, flashing a cold and strange light, as if it was expressing an inexplicable expectation for Vizlan's challenge.

Seeing the lich getting closer and closer to him, Vizlan frowned again, and his arms waved a series of complicated gestures at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, he began to chant a series of obscure spells. Those spells echoed in the air like ancient spells, and every syllable seemed to contain endless magical energy.

Then, a glittering barrier of light suddenly appeared around Vizsla, wrapping him tightly like a dazzling curtain of light. The barrier of light shone with a strange magical aura, twisting and flickering like a living thing, emitting a frightening aura.

Seeing that Vizsla had already taken action, the lich waved his hands in response, not wanting to be outdone.

After dinner, Brian's attention was attracted by the lich again. He felt the strong negative energy in the air. The lich looked like he had cast a high-level spell. Although Brian's spell recognition ability could not tell what kind of self-created spell the other party had cast, he could feel that the spell was somewhat similar to the effect of the disintegration spell through the spell fluctuations in the air.

The magical energy condensed by the disintegration technique was skillfully transformed by the lich in an instant, forming a ball of pale and cold will-o'-the-wisp. This will-o'-the-wisp was like the breath of death, carrying endless chill, and smashed straight into Vizsla's barrier.

The moment the barrier came into contact with the will-o'-the-wisp, it seemed as if it had encountered an irresistible force. It began to tremble and disintegrate until it shattered into countless tiny glittering dust particles.

The dust particles danced in the air like sparks from a bonfire that was about to burn out, flickering and jumping, and finally dissipating into nothingness.

As the barrier collapsed, the lich looked at Vezran, a sneer on its skeletal face.

"You think you are very smart, my old friend Vizran. Unfortunately, whether in the Warlock Academy or in the family war, you are no match for me and will always be trampled under my feet."

Before Vizlan could speak, the lich's hissing whisper came again, "I have to admit that you are indeed very smart, but you have taken your intelligence too far. I have reminded you of this more than once, but you always turned a deaf ear to it. Do you think you can avoid my sight by hiding in the dark and damp corners of the Underdark? Do you think you can plot against me with your self-righteous head? How could your ridiculous and stupid schemes make me fall into your trap?"

Although the lich's words made strange crackling sounds from his mouth made of bones, like rotten branches swaying in the cold wind, Brian could clearly feel the smile and mockery hidden in it. "There is one thing you need to know. I have been the chief wizard for hundreds of years. The resources brought by my supreme position are not comparable to those of you who can only hide in a dark corner and shiver like a mole. Your blindly confident magic has no effect on me, and you can't see through my magic disguise. Now, has this simple spell exceeded your ability to understand?"

Vizlan's face became more and more gloomy after being told by the lich, as if he would get angry at any time and launch a violent attack on the opponent.

However, what surprised Brian was that although Vizlan looked very angry on the surface and his body was shaking slightly, his deep light red eyes concealed calmness and composure, and he was not at all blinded by anger.

"There's no point in saying more. Let me see what kind of magic you have developed over the years." Vizlan sneered and slowly raised his hands again, as if controlling invisible threads. Seeing this, Brian couldn't help feeling a little nervous and expectant.

After all, this is a showdown between the former and current drow wizards, both of whom have reached the level of high-level legends. Since I have the opportunity to be a spectator here, I must eat the melon until I am full.

In this way, not only would his curiosity be satisfied, but he would also be able to learn some good magic skills from the fight between the two sides.

These attacks that seemed too powerful to be avoided, were like fragile porcelain in the eyes of high-level spellcasters. They would shatter at the slightest touch and were full of flaws.

Therefore, in duels between high-level spellcasters, one can often see delicate and nuanced battles.

They used various low-level spells, like dancers lightly moving between light and shadow, and with a release speed that was almost difficult to capture with the naked eye, they dissolved the opponent's attacks, as if time was flowing slowly through their fingertips.

These spellcasters, every move they make, reflects the ultimate pursuit of details and a deep insight into the nature of magic.

Because they understand that true strength lies not in external power and shock, but in inner peace and composure, and in precise control of every detail.

As Vizlan cast his spell, the air around him seemed to tremble with his every move. The crackling spell energy, like the brightest stars in the night sky, jumped and condensed between his slender fingers, and finally turned into a dazzling magic arrow, breaking through the constraints of space and rushing towards the lich with a power that should not be underestimated.

And when this energy left his hands, Brian was also keenly aware that the light of magical energy also illuminated Vizlan's increasingly worried face.

Obviously, Vizlan was still a little unconfident about this kind of confrontation.

Even though he is the owner of this Mage Tower and has absolute control over it. (End of this chapter)