Black Hearted Mage

At that moment, a shocking scene occurred—before the Pope breathed his last, the storage ring on his finger had been snatched away by the white-haired magician. At the same time, the scepter, a symbol of supreme power, and the dazzling golden crown were also not spared, falling into the hands of the mysterious magician.

Then, the magician gently picked up the dying Pope as if he were discarding an insignificant item, and threw him onto the gorgeous carpet in front of the luxurious golden chair without hesitation.

Meanwhile, the white-haired magician leisurely sat on the golden chair that had once belonged to the Pope, even raising one foot and mercilessly stepping on the Pope's terrified face. As the image gradually cleared, the magician's face could finally be seen: he looked quite young, with skin as white as snow and features as delicate as the most perfect work of a master sculptor, but his deep eyes gleamed with a cold and ruthless light.

"Peros, from now on, this golden chair is mine! After you die, this holy mountain will collapse, and the Holy See that you are so proud of will disappear!" The magician raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing an extremely contemptuous smile, and said coldly to the Pope whose life was hanging by a thread.

The Pope was now unable to speak, only uttering faint sobs. The horrific wounds on his body continued to ooze black blood, as if the flow would never stop. Even more terrifying, two opposing and conflicting magical elements were wreaking havoc within him, steadily eroding his dwindling vitality. For the Pope, death was undoubtedly imminent.

Yet, faced with such a tragic scene, the magician gazed with a smile at the pope, who was breathing heavily and breathing little, as if admiring the bloody feast he had personally created. At this moment, the entire scene suddenly froze, leaving only that chilling figure, an image destined to be recorded in history...

"Kaissa, who is he? Why can he use two magical elements?"

As soon as the photo session was over, Joanna eagerly asked. The idea of ​​one person mastering two magical elements went against existing magical theory and struck her as unbelievable.

"Ma'am, he is Raven Rhodes, the greatest magician on the Roland continent. This is a picture of a battle from more than 10,000 years ago. My spells were created by him!" Kaisas replied.

"Kaisas, answer the important question, why can he control two magical elements?"

As a great magician, Joanna had certainly heard of the name Raven Rhodes, but there were very few records about Raven.

"Ma'am, he was a mage at the time, and the first requirement for becoming a mage is to control two magical elements. It seems to be a special magical law—the theory of elemental entanglement. Ma'am, please don't ask any more questions. I don't know this magical theory either!"

"Caesar, don't you know, or don't you want to say it?" Joanna asked.

"Ma'am, I really don't know. I don't have access to this kind of magical knowledge!"

After hearing Caesar's answer, Joanna hesitated for a second before finally giving up. The allure of a magician was irresistible to her, but for tens of thousands of years, no magician had ever appeared among the human race.

Joanna thought of a question, one that most magicians overlooked. Elves placed great emphasis on physical fitness. Ever since Caesars arrived at the Thorn Flower Trading Company, he'd been taking numerous potions every year to improve his physique. She suspected that advancement to the rank of mage was most likely related to physical fitness.

"Kaesus, have a good rest. Tomorrow is the spell duel between you and the Magic Guild!" Joanna reminded him, and then prepared to leave with Avril.

Caesars nodded slightly in agreement, his gaze following the two figures until they disappeared through the small living room door. He slowly withdrew his gaze, his mind recollecting the fierce battles he had witnessed in the past. Those images seemed frozen in time, clear and profound.

Every magician can cast spells; that's nothing new. However, the real challenge lies in choosing the right spells for the situation and skillfully combining them to unleash their full power. Just like a jigsaw puzzle, only by placing each piece in the right place can a complete and beautiful picture be assembled.

Compared to the elves of the Endless Forest, human magicians have always led a relatively comfortable life. They are accustomed to practicing various spells and techniques repeatedly against stationary targets in a safe environment. Over time, this training method, lacking practical experience and far removed from the realities of life and death, often leaves them vulnerable when faced with the brutality of magical combat. They even gradually become what the elves call "wooden stake" mages—only able to stand still and cast spells, completely unable to adapt.

Among the many magical elements, ice magic, while not the most powerful in terms of attack power, possesses exceptional control capabilities. When faced with an unfavorable situation, ice mages can always rely on their superior skills and the delicate application of ice magic to control the entire battlefield and escape danger. It can be said that single-handedly defeating the overwhelming force is one of the ice mage's greatest strengths.

As Caesars lost himself in thought, time slipped by. Unnoticed, the night had receded like the tide, replaced by a faint hue of pale light gradually rising across the eastern sky. A new day was about to begin, waiting for him to write his own legendary story.

In Baron Cavill's mansion, the maids got up before dawn and prepared breakfast early.

Most of the servants and maids in Fire Maple City woke up early today to prepare a hearty breakfast for their masters. The streets would be crowded, and there would be a long line at the entrance of the Colosseum, with nobles also lining up for inspection.

Why did the nobles have to line up and be inspected?

Today, the arena will be heavily guarded because the old emperor will be there in person to watch the magic showdown between the great magicians. As the most powerful noble in the Roland Empire, how could the other nobles dare to object?

By the time the sun rose, Caesars had already enjoyed a hearty breakfast and changed into his precious robes, which he rarely wore. These robes were made from the hide of a legendary beast: a dark demon lizard, mutated by the blood of the Abyss Dragon and frozen for nearly ten thousand years.

The tough leather of the Dark Demon Lizard, meticulously processed by the elven leatherwork master, became as soft as silk. The Magic Pattern Master used mithril threads to embroider intricate magic patterns on this magical robe, combining the jet-black leather with the bright silver magic patterns.

"Kaysas, you're wearing an elven robe! Is it made of spider silk?"

Three beautifully decorated carriages slowly stopped in the middle of the courtyard, their wheels creaking softly. Sunlight shone on the carriages, casting a faint glow. Avril glided gracefully to one of them. Just as she was about to lift her skirt and climb aboard, she heard footsteps behind her. She instinctively turned and saw Caesars trotting out of the living room.

Among the many courses at the Magic Academy, there was one dedicated to explaining a wide variety of magical items. Among those dazzling array of magical items, the highly anticipated magic robes were undoubtedly indispensable.

"This is not a spider silk robe, I'm wearing a leather robe!" Caesars hurriedly explained, fearing that Avril would misunderstand.

"A fur robe? But why does it look so much like silk?" Avril asked, her face full of confusion. As she spoke, she reached out and gently touched Caesar's gorgeous magic robe. As her fingertips touched the soft and delicate fabric, a sensation like stroking velvet instantly came over her.

"Don't dawdle, Avril! Get in the car quickly. Only if I take you into the Colosseum will you not have to undergo any tedious inspections and interrogations!" Seeing this, Caesars quickly got into the carriage and shouted at Avril.

At the same time, the rest of the Cavill family also took action, rushing towards the carriage like a tide. For a moment, the scene became a bit chaotic. Fortunately, Joanna came back in time, and with her return, she brought a spacious and comfortable carriage. Even if it had to accommodate more than a dozen people, it was more than enough.

Just a few days ago, the Royal Guards arrived at Fire Maple City ahead of schedule. They conducted a comprehensive and thorough search of the entire Grand Arena, leaving no corner untouched. Even the rat holes were carefully explored.

The beautifully decorated carriage slowly started to move, its wheels turning, and the horses pulling it advanced with graceful and steady steps. As the horseshoes collided with the thick stone pavement, a series of crisp, resonant, rhythmic tapping sounds echoed through the city streets, like a stirring symphony. This melodious sound attracted the attention of many passersby, who stopped to watch as the carriage journeyed toward the commercial district.

As the carriage passed through the bustling commercial district, the streets were relatively unpopular. People were either strolling leisurely or stopping in front of shops to select their desired merchandise. However, once the carriage exited the commercial district and officially entered Fire Maple City's broad main thoroughfare, the scene changed dramatically. The streets were bustling with traffic, a constant stream of magnificent carriages, and pedestrians jostling for position. Everyone was in a hurry, seemingly carrying out important tasks.

The carriage drove on, soon passing Fire Maple City's famous Grand Square. The burly ogre's towering figure should have been visible here, but now he was nowhere to be seen. Afraid of sleeping in and missing the Colosseum, he had rushed outside the arena yesterday and found a comfortable spot to snooze.

Before long, the carriage finally arrived at its destination—the Colosseum. The scene before them was breathtaking: the entire arena was packed with people, a virtual sea of ​​humanity. Long, winding lines had already formed at six of the seven entrances, eagerly awaiting admission to witness the spectacular magical battles. Soldiers tasked with maintaining order busily weaved through the crowds, striving to ensure safety and order.

Looking at the carriage parking area, it was packed with all kinds of vehicles, leaving almost no space, and it was obviously unable to accommodate more carriages. Fortunately, there was a small, relatively open space not far away. This special area was specially prepared for distinguished guests to park.

After the carriage stopped, Caesars got off and looked up at the towering ancient building.

Fire Maple City's Colosseum was originally built during the Roman First Dynasty, then continued through the Roland First Dynasty, and is now in the Roland Third Dynasty, spanning over ten thousand years. Fire Maple City has been renovated six times, and the Colosseum over twenty times.

At the empty entrance of the arena, a tall and burly figure stood there. He was so conspicuous, much taller than an ordinary person.

Kaisas walked towards the ogre's position. This guy was wearing a brown leather robe today, and from a distance he looked like a standing brown bear.

"Locke, why don't you go in first?" Caesar asked.

"Brother Caesar, there are too many people here. I'm afraid I won't be able to find you!" the ogre replied.

Caesars was confused by Locke's answer. He was about to fight a magic duel with humans in the arena, and the ogre was actually worried that he would not be able to find him.

"Locke, I'll be in the arena, so you can see me immediately. Come on, go in first. You don't have a ticket, so sit next to me!"

Caesar walked to the entrance and held out a silver plaque. Several heavily armored guards glanced at it and immediately opened the heavy iron gate. As Caesar and the ogre entered the iron gate, the members of the Cavill family hurriedly followed behind.

"Avril, why is this ogre following Caesars?"

Joanna knew this ogre. Locke had also spent six months in the North Tower, but by then, Caesars had already moved to the Thorn Flower Merchants. Locke's appetite was larger than that of the average ogre, and he often didn't have enough to eat while in the North Tower, so he later returned to the North Plateau.

"He knows Kaisas. This ogre comes to Fire Maple City every year. He sets up a stall in the main square and buys all kinds of delicious food. He won't leave until his storage ring is full and he still has a big bag of food on his shoulder!"

Joanna nodded slightly. Locke was the grandson of the ogre shaman Troum. His shaman level was very low, but his brute force was stronger than that of an ogre warrior.