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"Felinda!"
The female Wizard standing behind Merlin gave a s.h.i.+ver when she heard this. She had the utmost familiarity with this voice. Even though she had only been by Merlin's side for a very short time, it was Merlin who had changed her fate.
"Wizard Merlin? You're back?"
Felinda waved one hand, and removed the Runic Magic Circle. Following that, Merlin turned around and looked at the female Wizard Felinda behind him.
In the past, Felinda was not even a First-level Spell Caster but now, she was already a Third-level Spell Caster. Although this was not a high level, based on her technique of casting the Runic Magic Circle earlier, she was definitely worthy of being called a "Runic Magic Circle Wizard".
"Felinda, I've never imagined that in so many years, you'll be able to achieve so much!"
This seed, which Merlin had incidentally planted back then, had sprouted and flourished, and was able to guard Wilson Castle now.
"Felinda, how come I didn't see Emma and Laurinka in the castle?"
How tremendous was Merlin's Mind Power? Forget about merely Wilson Castle itself for he was easily able to blanket the entire Frost City. It was a piece of cake to locate one or two individuals. Nonetheless, he had not found his previous servant Laurinka or his disciple, Emma.
When she heard this question, Felinda's face turned oddly somber but she still replied, "Wizard Merlin, Laurinka and Emma had both died due to the collapse of their Spell Models more than a decade ago!"
Merlin's expression did not s.h.i.+ft but his heart was gripped by distress. A Spell Caster's path was not all smooth sailing for every step was filled with risk. If Merlin did not have the Matrix which enabled the construction of stable Spell Models, he would not be capable of reaching where he was now.
Even now, when Merlin fused the Wizard Hearts, he was still at great risk. A slight slip up, and even he might die from the collapse of his Wizard Hearts.
After a moment of silent thought, Merlin calmed his emotions, and waved his hand carelessly. "Your achievements in runology aren't insignificant but fumbling about by yourself is still a limited method! This Runic Heartprint is the life work of the Dark Magic Region's founder, the Great Wizard Fidel. Endless knowledge on runology is recorded within. It's no longer useful to me so I'll pa.s.s it to you now. I hope you'll progress further in the field of runology!"
Following that, before Felinda could say anything, Merlin tapped his forehead. Instantly, the Runic Heartprint emerged. This Runic Heartprint had a.s.sisted Merlin many times but by now, it was no longer of much use to Merlin. If it was pa.s.sed to Felinda, it would be fully put to use.
"Boom."
Merlin extracted the Runic Heartprint, and it turned into a white ray of light. Merlin imprinted this forcefully into Felinda's body. At that moment, her face contorted in slight anguish as if she was slowly receiving the huge amount of information contained in the Runic Heartprint.
As time pa.s.sed by gradually, Felinda's expression resumed its initial calmness bit by bit, until she finally revealed a flash of glee.
"Whoosh."
Felinda opened her eyes. On her forehead was the imprint of the Runic Heartprint. One could tell that she had already begun to absorb the knowledge of the Runic Heartprint.
"Wizard Merlin, this Runic Heartprint is too precious! Not even the Dark Magic Region, which specializes in runes, would have such a comprehensive inheritance!"
As a Rune Wizard, of course, Felinda would understand what the Runic Heartprint represented. With this Runic Heartprint, her understanding of runology would only deepen.
"The Runic Heartprint is your reward. However, the following knowledge which you'll receive, you must pa.s.s on to the members of the Wilson clan, leaving nothing out. Got it?"
After Merlin spoke, his eyes seemed to brighten, and Felinda was unwittingly drawn into an illusion.
This was a Hallucinating spell cast by Merlin. Thereafter, he began to pa.s.s on the knowledge he had obtained in the Void Zone regarding Spell Models, alchemy, potions, and so on. All this information was firmly imprinted into Felinda's mind.
The entire Glorious Land had been sealed for over millennia, which was akin to being cut off from the rest of the world. The Spell Caster civilization in the Void Zone had developed to an inconceivable stage yet the Glorious Land was still lagging.
With this knowledge, Felinda practically had a mountain of treasures. In the future, barring any unexpected mishaps, the Wilson clan would gradually grow stronger even if Merlin had left.
At the very least, in terms of their foundation, they would not be inferior to any large-sized spell casters' organizations. This was the final gift that Merlin had left for the Wilson clan.
Following that, Merlin walked away from Wilson Castle without alerting anyone. To him, there was nothing else in the Wilson clan that he would be reluctant to part with.
"Bang."
The three-headed dragon landed heavily before the highest tower in Frost City. Merlin, who was on the dragon's back, leaped down immediately, and entered the tower.
At the moment, Wizard Seymour was knitting his brown in the tower. Upon seeing Merlin, he raised his eyebrows and broke into a smile. "Wizard Merlin, why have you returned?"
Merlin glanced at Wizard Seymour, then asked directly, "I've heard that in Subzero Snowfield, Bloodlion Tower and Sleet Fort are fighting overt and covert battles against you?"
Wizard Seymour seemed hesitant to speak but finally nodded. "That's right, Bloodlion Tower and Sleet Fort are closing in on us, step by step. I'm coming up with a countermeasure now. These two factions are watched by Ninth-level Spell Casters, so they're not easy to deal with. If we're not careful, then we would…"
Before he could finish, Merlin flapped his hand and said coldly, "Three days. All that's needed are three days for you to conquer these two factions. I must unify the entire Spell Caster world as swiftly as possible, and mustn't waste time in a small place like Subzero Snowfield!"
"Unify the entire Spell Caster world?"
Wizard Seymour was taken aback as if he was stunned by Merlin's "ravings". In truth, ever since the fall of the Molta Empire, there had been no individual or forces during these three thousand years that could unify the entire Spell Caster world. It was far too difficult.
Even if Merlin was comparable to a Great Wizard, it was a fool's dream to unify the entire Spell Caster world.
"Combine all the factions of Subzero Snowfield first. I'll send the three-headed dragon along with you!"
Wizard Seymour was instantly relieved. He knew very well how fearsome the three-headed dragon was. If the three-headed dragon was sent along with them, success was practically guaranteed. Regardless of whether it was Bloodlion Tower or Sleet Fort, they would be unable to resist.
After all, the three-headed dragon was on par with a Great Wizard. In the entire Subzero Snowfield, there was no faction which was managed by a Great Wizard.
"What? Is there any other problem?"
Merlin questioned in a level tone.
Wizard Seymour was slightly astounded, sensing the irrefutable manner in Merlin's voice. Even Wizard Seymour, on a subconscious level, dared not disobey. Nevertheless, he still cautiously said, "Wizard Merlin, with the three-headed dragon, naturally, there won't be any problem. However, if Bloodlion Tower and Sleet Fort don't agree, I'm afraid we might need some more time."
Merlin's eyes flashed coldly. "I'll give you only three days' time. If either Bloodlion Tower or Sleet Fort doesn't agree, let the three-headed dragon resolve the matter. What I need is a Subzero Snowfield led by the Dark Magic Region!"
Wizard Seymour sensed the steely determination of Merlin's voice as well as his willingness to kill, and he knew that the entire Subzero Snowfield might be transformed henceforth.
"The Dark Magic Region's chance is finally here!"
Wizard Seymour was excited deep down, after which he nodded gravely. "Be rest a.s.sured, Wizard Merlin. In three days, no matter whether it's Bloodlion Tower or Sleet Fort, they would no longer exist!"
Thereafter, Wizard Seymour turned and left in enthusiastic spirits.
A strange glint twinkled in Merlin's eyes. The entire Spell Caster world was currently in unspeakable disorder. If he did not use an iron fist approach to unify the entire Spell Caster world, there would surely be innumerable challenges in terms of confronting the Church of Light.
"After unifying Subzero Snowfield, then it's time to unify Ozmu, the northern Spell Caster world, and even the royal family of the Kingdom of Blackmoon!"
Merlin dared not underestimate in the slightest the power of the Church of Light, so he was already calculating the next step of his plan.
