Chapter 662 - What Is He Up to? (2/3) (1/2)

Chapter 662: What Is He Up to? (2/3)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Eugene desperately tried to keep the Book of Death intact.

For some reason, the Book of Death trembled even more violently until finally, it was too much for her to handle. The book instantly dissolved into countless specks of light.

Eugene could feel sudden nausea rising in her chest. The magical energy in her body was all clogged up as if it was now stuck in a mire of some sort.

She could no longer use any of her power.

“What’s wrong?” Mordena was stunned. Even though they were enemies, he was familiar with the Dark Elf Princess’ grasp of the mystic arts. She could not have made such a low-level mistake like that.

“Someone’s disrupting my spellcasting!” said Eugene, her heart now pounding against her chest rapidly. She never even sensed her enemy’s presence as the Book of Death crumbled. That was the most terrifying part.

Imagine, for a moment, that you were facing an enemy that you could not even see. Maybe you were lucky enough to dodge their first attack, but what about the next ten attacks?

As Eugene remained dazed by what had just occurred, King Mordena suddenly looked toward Orida Fortress. “It would seem that another airship has just arrived bringing backup from Ferde to the Magicians in the fortress.”

“Could this be the work of one of the newcomers? But there’s no way any Magician in Ferde is capable of such magic!” said Eugene. The brows on the Dark Elf Princess’s elegant face furrowed, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Suddenly, Molina spoke out, “It’s the lord of Ferde. He’s come to the fortress’s aid.”

“What?” shouted Eugene and King Mordena in unison.

The High Elf Magicians around them began whispering among themselves in hushed tones. They looked at each other nervously, clearly troubled by what they had just heard.

The lord of Ferde had gained quite a reputation across the continent, not just for his sheer power, but for his wisdom as well.

In just a few short years, he had managed to transform an impoverished Ferde into one of the most prosperous cities in the Firuman continent. Ferde’s Mage Tower threatened to usurp the High Elves from their 10,000-year place as the leading race in magical innovation. The mystical wisdom the lord of Ferde had accumulated over the years had far surpassed the comprehension of ordinary Magicians. Anyone who had seen his magic first-hand would immediately lose all will to fight him. Weak-willed individuals who knew him only through his reputation would not even dare pick a fight with him.

And now he had arrived at the battlefield. Without even letting his presence be known, the first thing he did was dispel the Level-14 Dark Elf Princess’ Book of Death.

Such a move was enough to strike fear into anyone.

Eugene looked at Molina. “Molina, didn’t you say that he had just lost his dragon form, that he had lost most of his power? Why do I get the feeling that he’s even more powerful than before?” she asked in an accusing tone.

Molina shrugged. “Maybe something happened to him after that. In any case, everything I told you was the truth.”

King Mordena was now a lot more composed than before. There was even a faint smile on his face. “It’s just one person. Even if the lord of Ferde had a miraculous encounter on his trip back to Firuman which restored his power back to Pinnacle level, he’s still just a Level-13 master. His presence here is troubling indeed, but it doesn’t mean we’ll lose.”

To his surprise, he was immediately shot down by a scathing remark from Eugene. “Hmph, shows how much you know!”

Eugene had thrown all decorum that was to be expected from a Dark Elf Princess out of the window. She began pacing with her hands behind her back. She then noticed the offended look on King Mordena’s face. “Do you know Halino the Light Magician?”