Wizard Immortality

Chapter 62 Obsession | Level Witchcraft | Teacher
Andrew is not a good wizard.

But he must have been a dutiful king and father.

Strong character.

Act with integrity.

However, from the day he embarked on the path of a wizard.

The obsession deep in my heart has become entangled with my fate.

For wizards.

The obsession deep in one's heart is a truth that can never be touched.

Obsessed with love, you will be lonely forever.

If you are obsessed with wealth, poverty will accompany you all your life.

Be obsessed with lofty ideals, but reality is cruel and ruthless.

and this.

It's fate.

When a wizard possesses extraordinary power, he will inevitably have to pay a terrible price.

This is an eternal truth and rule that no one can change.

Low-level wizards live in chaos and ignorance, and are unaware.

Only when you reach the peak of level six.

Only by standing at the highest point of destiny can the truth be seen clearly.

Want to break free from the shackles.

Only the eternal truth can transcend fate.

otherwise.

As powerful as a sixth-level wizard, he is still an ant under the rules and fate.

at this point.

Vic was crystal clear.

The northern area of Death Rift.

The rainy season is long.

The air is moist.

Vic has been sitting there for a year and ten months.

The advanced knowledge system of first-level witchcraft, Tarsal Fire, will also be completed.

Even if he restrained his spiritual magnetic field.

But the terrifying high temperature of the first-level fire witchcraft evaporated all the water within a ten-meter radius around Vic, and the water vapor boiled.

Cold raindrops falling.

It touched the mental magnetic field where Vic was constructing the fire witchcraft and was instantly vaporized.

At his feet.

Under the terrifying high temperature, the ground gradually turned into glass.

According to Vic's plan.

He will not leave his current hiding place until he masters the first level of witchcraft.

Moreover, this place is extremely remote and barren, with no materials or treasures produced.

There was no chance of a second wizard visiting.

however.

three months ago.

An uninvited guest, covered in wounds, not only stumbled to find his hiding place, but also stayed there until now and has not left.

Hill Thornflower.

Haven't seen you for over ten years.

She still looks like the girl she was back then, with three-dimensional facial features that are more mature than before, but her figure has not changed much.

but.

The once quirky temperament and lively eyes have now completely disappeared, replaced by indifference and numbness.

Vic has stayed in the mountains for twelve years, and he is unaware of the changes that have taken place in the outside world.

How Hill found him.

Also unknown.

The day Hill found Vic's hiding place.

She was standing in the rain, her face pale, and she was holding tightly in her arms the alchemist's notebook that he had given her when they left. Her delicate body was shaking constantly.

Starting from the first day.

For three months, Hill remained silent.

Neither begging.

Nor cry.

There was just one person standing not far away, facing Vic, looking at him from afar, with empty eyes.

When Vic saw this, he understood.

Not surprisingly.

The Thorn Flower Family should have been involved in the wizard war between two major forces, and Hill was most likely to have escaped and sought asylum.

And this protracted wizard war may have come to an end.

Once the winner is free.

If the Thorn Flower Family’s bet is successful.

Someone will definitely look for her, bring her back to the organization, and train her with all their might to repay the favor of the Thorn Flower Family for their help.

But if the bet fails.

It won't be long before someone will come here to hunt us down.

But these Vic don't care.

The transaction between him and the Thorn Flower Family two years ago has been settled and they owe each other nothing.

After completing the construction of the knowledge system of first-level witchcraft and possessing the power to protect himself, he will set off.

Two months flew by.

It has been exactly twelve years since Vic came here.

After the advanced Tarsal Fire, the construction of the knowledge system has come to an end.

The core knowledge of the apprentice-level Tarsal Fire relies on oxidation reaction to generate high temperature, which is commonly known as combustion reaction.

After advancing to the next level.

The fundamental nature of this witchcraft, which originated from the apprenticeship period, has not changed much, but a whole new level of knowledge has introduced catalysts and oxidants.

Two completely new knowledge systems.

The combustion is more complete, the calorific value in the material is released more completely, and the temperature is higher.

Compared to the first-level witchcraft used purely for combat.

The power of the advanced Tarsal Fire is relatively low.

But Vic carefully considered choosing it as the first level of sorcery to construct.

The spiritual body possesses a complete apprentice-level knowledge system. The cost of relearning is extremely low. In a very short period of time, one can master the first-level witchcraft and have the ability to protect oneself.

In a short period of time, encounter a hostile first-level wizard.

You can use it as a trump card to catch the opponent by surprise.

Common sense.

It takes a new first-level wizard ten years at the shortest and thirty years at the longest to master the first-level wizardry.

Moreover, the tarsal fire has irreplaceable value in the field of alchemy.

This kind of fire magic allows the alchemist to control the degree and path of burning at will, and is extremely useful in the fields of potions and alchemical item making.

When Vic completed the last piece of his knowledge system.

The terrifying high temperature of first-level witchcraft.

It escapes from the spiritual body and spreads outward along the spiritual magnetic field.

In a very short time.

The land surrounding Vic.

It gradually turned red, the high-temperature steam distorted the space, and finally melted into a lake of magma, rolling endlessly.

at the same time.

Hill stood in the distance.

In her clear eyes, like black gemstones, a sea of fire was reflected, just like the once prosperous and wealthy Thorn Flower King City when her parents protected her from escaping that day.

Her hometown.

But from beginning to end, Hill did not shed a single tear.

She just watched everything quietly.

In her hand she tightly grasped the alchemist's notebook that Vic had once given her.

this moment.

The past came to mind again.
When fleeing.

She pretended not to hear the screams and witchcraft roaring behind her.

that time.

There was silence inside her.

All I could hear was my mother's words when we parted: keep living.

Until the vision ends.

The girl raised her head, and in her dark and clear eyes she reflected Vic's tall figure flying into the sky. Then, he passed over her head at high speed and disappeared into the horizon.

Looking at Vic's departing back.

Hill's expression didn't change much.

Because she knew that even if she asked for help, the man whom she once regarded as a teacher, who was majestic and like a second father in her heart, would

That's it.

The heart is as solid as stone.

just.

The last moment Vic disappeared from her sight.

The girl looked up, her lips moving as if she was saying her final farewell. Her empty eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia for the past, and she whispered softly, "Teacher"

After Vic left.

Hill turned around, facing the empty woods, and said calmly, "He's gone. You don't have to hide. Come out."

Not long after.

A senior apprentice wearing a black wizard robe and a shawl with the emblem of the Raven Wizarding Society, and two wizard apprentices walked out of the woods and stopped in front of Hill.

"Hill Thornflower, we have no grudge against each other, but you must die. I hope you can understand."

Hill naturally knew it.

and.

She was ready to face her fate.

She closed her eyes and stood there calmly, welcoming death.

At this time.

A cold snort carrying a terrifying mental pressure suddenly sounded from a very far distance.

　The life of full intensity is finally coming to an end! My brain has been overclocked to the point of smoking when I was writing the book.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)