Black Hearted Mage

I saw Caesar in the air, turning on his magic shield, floating towards the middle of the Emerald River like a fallen leaf.

At this moment, the people on the ironclad ship spotted a figure jumping down from the Gravel Fort. Even on the other side of the Emerald River, in the Greystone Fort of the Saint Laurent Empire, people saw a figure in the air.

From ancient times to the present, there have been people who jumped from the Gravel Fort, but without exception, they all died.

"Gad, can you float in the air like this?"

Duke Solomon was a little anxious, and he quickly asked Old Gard. If Caesars didn't have the golden ginseng, the Grand Duke wouldn't be so anxious.

"Yes, it is possible, but I guess it won't float as smoothly, slowly, and gently as his. The spell he learned must be different from mine, or he may have used some other spell!"

Although Gad is very concerned about his reputation, he remains rigorous and fair when dealing with magic, otherwise he would not be able to become a great magician.

"Gad, there's something I must tell you. The golden ginseng in the powerful life potion you refined was provided by Kaisas. Kaisas must not be in any harm, otherwise we will have no golden ginseng in the future!"

"Your Excellency the Duke, he may be stronger than me, so he won't do anything too risky. He's in mid-air now, and we can't rescue him in time!"

Floating in midair, Caesars slowly approached the ironclad ship, the distance between them now less than fifty meters. Despite being in midair, Caesars, with his exceptional skill and experience, exerted his utmost to control his direction, striving to launch a spell attack near the target location.

At this moment, he knew full well that Flash was a life-saving skill at critical moments and should never be used lightly. He had to keep it in reserve for any unexpected situations. Even in such a tense situation, he remained calm and rational.

As Caesar continued to fall, a heavy metallic scraping sound echoed, and the ironclad ship's hatch slowly opened. Then, a figure wearing a leather helmet cautiously poked his head out of the hatch, carefully observing the sky. After spotting Caesar, the figure completely exited the cabin. In his hand, he clutched a powerful longbow crafted from magic steel.

The Emerald River's turbulent currents caused the entire ironclad ship to sway violently. The Saint Laurent, holding a bow and arrow, tried desperately to steady himself, but the ship was rocking so violently that he still couldn't find his footing, let alone draw his bow and arrow.

Caesars's spell chanting began, a low, mysterious incantation echoing through the air. At this moment, he was still over forty meters away from the ironclad ship, not yet within the effective range of the spell. However, he showed no sign of panic, nor did he accelerate towards the ironclad ship.

At the same time, a thick black mist gradually formed around Kaisas, like a long-dormant beast about to awaken. This dark mist was one of his most powerful group spells, with an effective radius of approximately twenty meters. Once released, it would undoubtedly inflict a devastating blow on the enemy.

As soon as it entered thirty-five meters, the dark fog was thrown out by Caesars. The thick dark elements were like a small rolling black cloud, and its target was the ironclad ship below.

At this time, Caesars used the flash spell, and his figure instantly rose nearly thirty meters and returned to a height of about fifty meters from the ironclad ship.

The ironclad ship was enveloped by the dark element, and the leather-armored man outside the cabin was the first to suffer. A shrill scream was heard from the thick black fog. Then there were more screams and the sound of the hatch closing.

The ironclad ship increased its speed, trying to escape the invasion of the dark fog, but they underestimated the adsorption of the dark element, and the black fog moved along with the small iron ship.

Time seemed to freeze, every second stretching by. Not only was Caesars hovering in mid-air, his gaze fixed sharply on the ironclad ship, but numerous figures also stood atop the fortresses on both sides of the Emerald River, silently gazing at the scene.

The broad Emerald River flowed downhill until, three or four miles from here, it suddenly narrowed, forming an extremely narrow canyon. From there, the turbulent waters roared and roared like a herd of wild horses, splashing layers of spray and mist. And about two or three miles above the Stone Fort, a steep and precipitous cliff rose over the river, towering like a natural wall on either side of the riverbank.

Meanwhile, Caesars was still slowly descending. Although his descent was relatively slow, at high altitude, air resistance couldn't completely counteract the effects of gravity. At this rate, he would inevitably plummet into the turbulent Emerald River below in less than a minute. To make matters worse, his Flash spell was still cooling down.

Caesars drew closer to the Emerald River, about to plunge into its turbulent waters. On the Graystone Fort on the Saint Laurent Empire side, many people could no longer contain their excitement and shouted at the top of their lungs. Their cheers rose and fell, as if they had already foreseen a wonderful spectacle.

The Emerald River flows rapidly, and if Caesars fell into the water, he would most likely be swept into the canyon downstream by the surging current. The turbulent canyon is full of reefs, and even a great magician would have a hard time returning alive.

On top of the Stone Fort, several people stood there pacing anxiously, their faces filled with worry. They watched helplessly as Caesars fell into danger, but were unable to provide timely assistance.

At that moment, a jaw-dropping scene occurred! A pair of enormous, mysterious black wings suddenly stretched out from behind Caesar, like the wings of a giant bat in the night, adorned with mysterious patterns. These wings gently flapped, carrying Caesar straight into the sky at astonishing speed.

At the same time, the dark fog that had previously enveloped the ironclad ship seemed to be pulled by some force, gradually dissipating over time. The ironclad ship now before everyone's eyes had become completely new, as if it had just been built.

After careful observation, Caesars discovered that the outer layer of this sturdy and durable ironclad ship had been corroded, but the hatch was tightly closed, so the people inside the cabin should be fine.

While in midair, Caesars remained vigilant. His lips moved slightly as he silently recited a long and complex incantation. As he chanted, a powerful magical force began to gather in his hands. In a moment, a pitch-black spear, gleaming with an eerie light, slowly emerged. This was his most powerful single-target spell—the Spear of Darkness.

With a sharp "whoosh" sound, the black spear shot out like an arrow from a bow towards the ironclad ship in front. The spear flew at lightning speed, and wherever it passed, it even caused a sharp whistling sound as if the air was pierced.

At the same time, the pair of wings behind Caesars, composed of elemental power, continuously spewed out thick "black mist", propelling him towards the Stonebreak Castle. From afar, his figure was like a black meteor streaking across the sky, dragging a long, smoke-like black belt behind him.

The Dark Spear charged forward with unstoppable force, piercing the ironclad ship with a piercing shriek. The moment it made contact, it was like a hot knife piercing butter, instantly piercing the sturdy ironclad vessel. It was incredibly smooth, without a single crashing sound.

"Gad, why does Caesar have wings?" Duke Solomon asked without understanding.

"This should be the flying spell - Elemental Wings. This spell has been lost for thousands of years. I have only heard of it and have never seen it!"

Caesars reached the top of the Stone Fort, landed beside the half-man-high parapet, and turned to look at the center of the Emerald River. The ironclad ship was already sinking, a half-meter-wide hole in the middle of the hull, and screams could be heard from within.

"Caesars, you scared me just now!" The gray-haired Duke Solomon said with a slightly pale face and a relieved expression.

Caesar glanced at Solomon and said with a smile, "My Lord Duke, you are just scaring yourself. You are worried that if I die here, you will not get any extra golden ginseng in the future!"

Golden ginseng is only sold by the Thorn Flower Trading Company. In addition to being sold to major magical forces, it is sold to the Roland Empire as an exception.

"Nonsense! I'm especially worried about you because of our friendship!"

"Your Excellency, what you said is completely disingenuous. Nobles have always only cared about profit. Even if there is a friendship between us, it is based on profit. I need cultivation resources, and you need golden ginseng. Our friendship is that simple, that pure!"

Caesars's words were so blunt that Duke Solomon looked embarrassed. The spy chief beside him wore a mask, hiding his expression, which he never showed to others.

"Mage Kaisas, may I ask what spells you just used?"

The old magician Gad asked, lowering his posture and even using honorifics.

"Mage Gad, are you asking about attack spells or buff spells?"

"all!"

"There are quite a few buff spells at the beginning, but they're all minor spells, so I won't go into detail. There are only two attack spells: Cloud of Corrosion and Spear of Darkness!"

Caesar avoided the main point and deliberately mentioned two very similar spells. This was because Old Roman in the North Tower mastered the dark spells of Cloud of Corrosion and Spear of Darkness. Caesar used Dark Mist and Spear of Darkness, which were advanced versions of these two similar spells.

"Caesars, you haven't told me about the pair of big wings just now!" said Duke Solomon.

"That's just my little life-saving spell—Elemental Wings. It's for escaping, and it doesn't have any offensive power at all!"

Kaisas avoided the main point and described the Elemental Wings as a life-saving spell, the underlying meaning of which was to prevent others from asking around.

"Mage Kaisas, it can be seen that the Elemental Wings consumes a lot of magic power and needs to be completed in the form of violent casting. Will it cause damage to the magic veins and the magic sea?" Gad asked.

"Yes, triple the violent spellcasting is equivalent to six times the magic output. Ordinary magicians simply can't withstand it!"

After Caesars informed him of the magic output, the old magician obediently shut up. His magic veins couldn't withstand even double the output, let alone six times the magic output. Asking about the Elemental Wings was pointless.

"Your Excellency the Duke, is there any place where we can challenge the Saint Laurents? It's a bit dangerous on the Emerald River, it's best to be on the ground!" Caesars asked.

"The southwestern border is where the two countries meet, with a buffer zone of about fifteen miles in between. Besides wars, it's also where personal grudges are settled!"

“Nice place!”

Kaisas said this and walked towards the crystal house next to him. The magic power consumed by the Elemental Wings was very large, and he needed to rest.

In the Greystone Castle of the Saint Laurent Empire, the high-ranking guards and several magicians gathered in the meeting hall, watching the photos taken on the Emerald River.

"Elemental Wings!"

An old magician screamed loudly before the photo session was over. The photo session was paused, and a mysterious pattern appeared on the black wings with a wingspan of seven or eight meters.

"Master Camus, do you know this spell?" a middle-aged man asked. He was wearing a red battle robe with a large Holy Cross emblem on his chest. He was a priest from the Church of Saint Laurent.

"These are the long-lost elemental wings, which consume a lot of magic power. They can fly for about ten minutes, but it depends on the size of the magic sea!" said Camus.

"It's only been ten minutes, so this spell isn't very useful!" an officer commented.

"Are all the people in the military idiots? Or do the people in the royal family have cerebellar atrophy? It can fly at high speed for ten minutes and fly hundreds of miles. If the man just now wanted to, he could launch a sneak attack on Greystone Castle anytime and anywhere!" Camus said angrily.

"If he dares to come, we can shoot him to death with a crossbow!"

"Haha, the Saint Laurent Royal War Heirs are just a bunch of brainless bastards. The maximum range of a powerful crossbow is 150 meters, and the height is less than 70 meters. If the enemy flies at an altitude of hundreds of meters and throws alchemical bombs into the Graystone Castle, what can you do to them?"

As Camus explained, the meeting hall at Greystone Castle fell silent. Several royal children were at Greystone Castle, all seeking military merit. After a few years at Greystone Castle, they would earn the rank of general.

"Master Camus, since the Elemental Wings are so powerful, we should find a way to get them!" said the red-robed priest.

"Even if you get the Elemental Wings, it's hard for anyone to use this spell. The requirements for learning it are extremely high. Rumor has it that you need the physical strength of a paladin!"