Black Hearted Mage

Caesars stared at Orcus with wide eyes, his face filled with disbelief. He was astonished to discover that Orcus hadn't even cast any spells while collecting the venom. Even more astonishing was the fact that the golden-eyed black demon snakes didn't struggle at all while their venom was being drawn; they even displayed a submissive attitude. This filled Caesars with confusion and curiosity.

So, he couldn't help but ask Phyllis, "Ms. Phyllis, why didn't those golden-eyed black demon snakes resist when Master Ocus collected the snake venom?"

Phyllis smiled and replied, "Little one, Orcus, like you, has a strong affinity for the dark element. He was once a spellbreaker, but later followed your ancestors' advice and began to study magic."

Hearing this, Caesars couldn't help but gasp and exclaimed softly, "Ms. Phyllis, could it be that Master Orcus is already over ten thousand years old?"

Because he knew that his ancestors lived more than 10,000 years ago. If calculated based on the time, then Ocus must be much older than 10,000 years old.

However, Phyllis shook her head and said calmly, "Ocus is even older than your ancestor. When he first met Raven, he was just a little kid."

Caesars' eyes widened again, staring at Phyllis in disbelief, and he secretly marveled in his heart: "It turns out that she is already over ten thousand years old..."

"Little guy, what's your look like?"

"Surprised eyes! Ma'am, is there a portrait of Raven Rhodes here?"

Phyllis was a little helpless. This little guy was too young. She touched her forehead and felt a little funny. This child's curiosity was really hard to resist.

"There are photos of him in the Magic Tower, from his childhood to his battles ten thousand years ago. However, you can only see his childhood photos. When you have time, you can go and take a look. By the way, your grandfather and father cannot go to the Magic Tower. The magical fluctuations there are extremely strong, and ordinary people can't withstand it!"

Phyllis patiently explained to the little one, using gestures with her hands. She knew that children had limited understanding, but she still hoped that he would understand the truth.

At this time, Caesars also noticed the two people under the eaves. They were actually sleeping on the recliners, with a smile on their faces, and the most important thing was that saliva was flowing from the corners of their mouths.

"He really thinks he is a noble lord!" Caesars muttered secretly in his heart, with a hint of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Ma'am, are the spells my ancestors left me powerful?"

"It's very powerful, and ordinary people can't learn and use it. I almost forgot, you can go to the Magic Tower to change a meditation technique. Your meditation technique should be low- to medium-level!"

"I'll go after I feed the black demon snake!"

Whether it is the magic tower or the new meditation technique, Kaisas is full of anticipation, but what he wants most now is to see the photos of his ancestors.

"There are three old guys in the magic tower. Don't let them scare you!"

"You are all elves, right?"

"That's right, so we can go to the Western Continent. You little guy didn't believe it at first."

In the books of Roland Continent, even in the collection of the Northern Tower, there are only a few sentences about elves. The Western Continent is considered a forbidden land, and any outsider who enters will be hunted down mercilessly.

The two alchemists collected the venom extremely quickly, extracting only two or three drops of venom from each black demon snake, completing the task in just half an hour. This way, although the amount of venom obtained was reduced, the black demon snakes would not become sluggish due to the lack of venom.

"Little one, it's your turn to feed these black magic snakes. The climate here is warm, so each large snake needs five magic rabbits, while the small snakes only need one. Feed them every five days, and again on the tenth day after we remove the venom. You can move around behind the crater, but stay out of the forest ahead for now. There are some magic archers there who don't know you, and they often practice archery in the forest."

"Okus, get them two bottles of strong antidote as a backup, just in case!"

Ocus rode on the shadow leopard and was about to leave when he was stopped by Phyllis.

"I forgot all about it!"

Ocus took out three yellow and green potions. Caesars took them excitedly and put them away carefully as if they were treasures.

"Thank you so much!" Caesar burst into tears of gratitude.

"Little guy, you don't have to be so polite. But there is one thing I must remind you. These potions are only for your own use. You are strictly prohibited from selling them outside. This is the rule of the Thorn Flower Kingdom!" Ocus warned seriously.

Caesar nodded solemnly, indicating his understanding. Then, the carriage and the shadow leopard slowly departed, carrying the elves into the distance. After feeding the black snake, Caesar happily ran towards the magic tower.

When he reached the gate of the Frost Palace, he was suddenly knocked to the ground by an invisible force. His small body felt no pain, and he quickly stood up, curiously reaching out his little hand to explore.

The force was incredibly strong, like a layer of transparent animal hide. As the little hand increased its strength, the resistance of the transparent wall grew stronger. Caesars slapped it hard. He could clearly feel the wall's presence, but he could never see it.

"Boy, wear your Frost Palace badge, or you'll never be able to get in. This is a dense wall of air, imperceptible to magic. Even a hundred great magicians can't penetrate it!"

A white-haired old elf stood at the door of the magic tower, looking at the small figure that was beating the air wall.

The old elf had sparse hair and a long beard. It was the first time Caesars saw an elf's ears. They looked like a slanted triangle with a pointy tip. He subconsciously touched his own ears, wondering if they would be the same.

"Kid, it's no use touching your ears. Your ears won't change until your bloodline awakens!"

Kaisas smiled shyly as he rummaged through his storage ring and found a metal plate with a crown emblem. He then walked towards the magic tower, and the air wall seemed to disappear.

"Hello, respected elders, they told me that I can learn better meditation techniques here!"

"Of course there is elemental meditation, but the prerequisite is that you need to know the complete history of the elves and the experiences of the master of this magic tower. You need to know who your future enemies will be and what you will face in the future!"

Kaisas was a little confused. He was so young, but he already had future enemies. The old elf took Kaisas to the second floor of the magic tower. There were many books here, and most of the bookshelves had words written on them that he didn't recognize.

The old elf walked to a bookshelf, took out three old books, and placed them on a red and somewhat transparent wooden desk.

"My name is Krasus, one of the three elders of the Magic Tower. The other is Old Ethan, the oldest elf, and the third is Destro. Your current strength is only at the second level, and you cannot meditate here. The elements here are not suitable for you. After reading these three books, you can learn new meditation techniques and watch Raven's battle videos. You cannot take the books out. Without the protection of magic, they will immediately decay!"

Crassus said a few simple words and turned to walk towards the upper level of the magic tower.

Kaisas was diligently reading the history of the Roland Continent. This tome, crafted from high-grade magical beast leather and tanned using a special process, had survived tens of thousands of years and remained intact to this day, a testament to its preciousness. This history book predates even those of the Roland Empire, stretching back nearly thirty thousand years.

Back then, the Great Rift Valley that spanned the continent from north to south had not yet appeared, and the continent was still a single, unbroken landmass. Humans had only recently appeared on this land, and civilization was only just beginning to sprout. They still lived a primitive life, poorly clothed and starving.

However, during this period, the Elven Kingdom had quietly risen in the vast Endless Forest and had been established for thousands of years. The three major tribes of the Elven people became the main components of the Elven Kingdom.

The Elven Kingdom has only one city, considered the pinnacle of elven art. Nestled in the heart of an endless forest, this city, a shimmering pearl, sits like a dazzling pearl. All building materials are meticulously carved and intricately crafted, and every detail exudes the unique elegance and refinement of the elven race. Elven tribes gather around the royal city, creating a unique landscape. Beyond the royal city lies a suffocatingly dense jungle, teeming with mystery and danger.

The three major elven tribes are the Sun Elves, who focus on studying the arcane, the Moon Elves, who are dedicated to exploring the mysteries of the elements, and the Star Elves, who worship the power of nature. However, these three elven tribes prefer to call themselves Arcane Elves, Elemental Elves, and Nature Elves.

In that era, elemental magic and natural magic were far less powerful than arcane magic. Therefore, more than 10,000 years ago, the arcane elves became the rulers of the elven kingdom.

At that time, the Elven Kingdom faced no threats from external enemies, and magic flourished for thousands of years. The elven population grew rapidly, and nearly half of the arcane elves became arcane wizards.

As the number of arcane mages increased dramatically, arcane energy gradually became scarce. The great arcanists of the Elven Kingdom turned their attention to the origin of arcane magic—the Void. They constructed massive towers and deployed massive arcane arrays within the Elven Kingdom, using these facilities to continuously draw arcane energy from the Void.

When you stare into the void, the void also stares back at you.

While the Archmages were absorbing void energy, they also received information from an unknown race in the void, similar to ultra-long-range magic transmission. This mysterious race told the Archmages that they could provide more powerful arcane magic, but there was a price to pay.

The arcane elves gained access to more powerful arcane spells - Arcane Corrosion and Planar Portal. However, the power of this arcane spell is too great, and improper use may bring disastrous consequences.

Radical archmages began constructing ever-larger pools of arcane energy to power the planar portals. They hoped to gain greater knowledge and power through collaboration with the mysterious race. However, the other party demanded that the planar portals be built first, posing a dilemma for the archmages.

On the one hand, they long to gain more powerful arcane magic; on the other, they worry that the establishment of a plane portal will trigger unpredictable crises. Between desire and fear, the archmages must make a choice. And this choice will affect the fate of the entire world...

The moment the portal opened, the arcane elves joyfully awaited the arrival of their friends. But they never expected a nightmare to befall them. A group of powerful predators from other planes appeared before them. These predators, with horns on their heads and bodies resembling ferocious beasts, crossed the portal and mercilessly slaughtered the arcane elves.

The Arcane Elves fought back, but faced with this powerful enemy, they gradually fell into a disadvantage. Just as the situation became critical, the Archmage made a surprising decision—he detonated a massive pool of arcane energy! This move caught the plunderers by surprise. They had never imagined that the crazy and radical Arcane Elves could store such a huge amount of arcane energy.

A violent arcane energies erupted instantly, like a destructive torrent. It not only destroyed the dimensional portal but also shattered the elven kingdom's capital. Ninety-nine percent of the plunderers perished in the blast. However, this massive arcane explosion did not end there. It triggered a massive earthquake across the continent, shaking the once tranquil land into unrest. In this catastrophe, the Great Rift Valley was created, a permanent mark on the land.

Less than 20% of the elves survived, and the arcane elves were nearly wiped out in the explosion. Those who survived were hunted by the remaining raiders. These raiders no longer sought to plunder resources, but instead sought to exterminate all the elves to vent their hatred.

Faced with such a formidable foe, the weak elves were powerless to resist. Consequently, the elemental elves chose the more powerful dark elements as their weapons to confront the formidable predators. The natural elves, left with no other choice, were forced to join their ranks, accepting the baptism of the dark elements. Thus, the dark elves were born.

Among the survivors of the raiders, there's a strange group of curse mages. They possess an endless supply of curses, leaving their opponents with no end in sight. While other curses might be undone, one particular curse remains unbreakable—the Bloodline Deprivation Curse, unleashed by the curse mages at the cost of their own lives. Once in effect, this curse cannot be reversed.

However, those mages who chose to sacrifice their lives to cast curses could not survive for long. Despite this, they left behind a legacy of curses in the western part of Roland Continent, and also left the Dark Elves with a powerful enemy: the demons. These demons possessed the blood of the plunderers, descendants of the plunderers and primitive humans, and their bodies took on a half-human, half-beast appearance.