Chapter Fifteen: If Talking Doesn't Work, Then Kill

  Xirong Oke stood outside, speaking in a voice that came out clearly from the magic tower, and with its grandeur, it reverberated back and forth on the vast plains of the north, making people feel as if even the cold wind passing by their faces was caused by this magical sound.

  For a moment, humans in the enemy camp began whispering to each other, seemingly exchanging rumors about the powerful wizard.

  No wonder, in the barbaric north, people didn't often see magic, let alone such a powerful display.

  A white-bearded knight with a faint, milky aura on his body slightly countered the magical voice's power. At this moment, he was pushed forward by the nobles and said: "Evil sorcerer! We are here to eliminate the remnants of the devil!" Xiran Octo explained: "Sorry sir, I am not the remnant of the devil, but rather a member of the Mage Guild stationed at the edge of the Great Glacier. My purpose is to collect magical materials and biological materials from the Great Glacier that you do not need."

  The white-bearded knight raised his chin, standing under the black giant castle-like structure, yet assuming a condescending attitude, and said proudly: "Everything in this entire glacier belongs to us! You have no right to excavate here, and what is the Mage Guild anyway? How dare you set foot in our Vasasa Wilderness?!"

  Xī Lǎng· ào Kè Tuō seemed to have heard some lovely joke, and chuckled lightly, with a cold tone in his laughter, as if there was still a hint of killing intent. He said calmly: "Sorry, I didn't hear clearly, what did you say? Is the Mages' Guild something?" The white-bearded old man snorted coldly: "I'm not afraid of anyone!"

  At this non sequitur, Silaron Octo laughed, as if amused by a mischievous child who had just gotten into trouble.

  "Alright, then let's fulfill you." Xilang Oktuo pointed a finger, and a green light suddenly shone on the white beard. The white fighting spirit only lasted for an instant before being completely dissolved. White Beard let out a miserable cry, and a hole as thick as a thumb had already appeared on his body, with white smoke billowing out.

  "Our Guild of Mages may not proactively do evil, but we also won't tolerate others insulting us." Xilang Oktou smiled faintly, as if he had just won a game of poker. "We seek cooperation, not confrontation. If someone wants to test the limits of a mage's tolerance, I'll tell him that mages have very low tolerance." As soon as he finished speaking, with a loud bang, the white-bearded knight suddenly exploded into countless pieces of flesh, splattering the surrounding warriors' faces.

  The other side's camp suddenly became chaotic.

  "I have no interest in ruling Vasa, I only want to come to Paeris Castle in the north to collect materials that can only be used by law masters. If you still think you can pay with your lives for things on the glacier, then please rush over. But after this war is over, I think there will be no courtesy between us."

  "I will take, all that I am interested in and won't care about any of your opinions. Even if what I want is your wretched lives." Xiran Oktō said calmly, his majestic voice shaking the wasteland, the snowflakes on the ground moving like sand on a drumhead with the rise and fall of his tone, the emotion behind it as ordinary as inviting neighbors over for a visit.

  The scene fell silent, revealing an ominous atmosphere.

  The tycoons in front of them retreated, to be honest, they had only heard the legend of Octo, the great wizard of the northern ruins, which was a hundred years ago. When they were young, they even thought it was a legend used to coax them into behaving.

  After growing up and becoming the lord, he became even more arrogant, doing enough to show off his frog-at-the-bottom-of-the-well attitude. This time, they had only heard that the Taoist priest was thin and weak, and carried a lot of valuable goods, so they came to take advantage of him, but didn't expect that he would have such great power now.

  Although it is said that this law master has only one move, no one dares to try with their own life. At this moment, the several leaders present had a disagreement, and two teams of dozens of people left the team, saying sorry and leaving the battlefield.

  They knew they were just here to make up the numbers, and if they managed to grab something, they wouldn't get much for themselves. If they were unlucky and kicked the iron plate, this family property would not be enough to compensate. Obviously, in this scene, it is clear that the opponent is an iron plate, at least 5 cm thick steel plate.

  Other lords did not think so, especially the lord in charge. They had sent troops to win over other tribes at a great cost in blood. How could they just withdraw like that? Would they still want to mix on the Wassa land in the future?! This battle must be fought and must be won. Even if it can't be won... consuming some of the other lords' armies would be good too.

  As they thought of this, they no longer spoke to Xilang Oktuo. One fat lord even shouted at the crowd and other lords: "Mages are all show-offs! He can only cast three spells, after that he has no strength left! Don't be intimidated by him!" The man hid in the crowd, shouting like this, everyone cheered up, he continued to shout: "As long as we break in, each person will be rewarded with ten silver coins!!" As he said this, he urged his subordinates forward, taking the lead and charging ahead.

  Hundreds of people suddenly rushed towards Paillesburg in a chaotic manner, without any formation. The vanguard consisted of about 120 cavalrymen, while the rest were infantrymen wearing leather armor and wielding various weapons. Siran Octo's face turned iron-gray with rage as he shouted: "You're really courting death!"

  He shook his sleeve, turned the big white bear around and walked away. Gua swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at the vast crowd rushing over, and then at Haric who was excitedly drooling, feeling a bit tense in his mind.

  "Hahahaha! Insects! Your chance has come! From now on, until the end of the war, your training will be considered complete, and you'll be able to go to the outer city's labor camp to select your soldiers and become an officer! The exam will last until the battle ends, and the condition for victory is to survive!!!! Hahahaha!!!"

  A burst of dizziness in his head, this bastard, he's really a fighting maniac. But this Xilan Octo can't just have this little skill, he tightly grasped the handles of the twin blades.