I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 287: The Mage's Background, the Scattered Locusts

Nolant Capital, Mage Association.

When President Estner saw the news from Hanjiao Island, he was stunned.

"Send the King to see him..."

The poor president suddenly felt a splitting headache.

But the next second he saw the "Ring of Knowledge" emblem representing the Star Town under the paper.

Okay, that's okay.

The Mage Association of Star Town is competing against top forces such as the Church of the United Seven Gods, the Palace of Wisdom of the Elf King's Court, and the Mountain Fortress of the Dwarfs.

It is equivalent to the only spokesperson of the Star Council in this world.

Not to mention asking the king of a kingdom to meet them, even if the king was asked to serve tea and water, he could only accept it and put on a smile.

However, such authorization is not easy to obtain, not to mention that this is a blank authorization, which means that you have to fully cooperate with whatever is written on it.

"How did Croa get it?"

Estner was confused, but he didn't waste too much time and went to the palace in person.

He had a keen sense that something might happen, and his heart beat faster.

The royal palace of the Kingdom of Nolant could only be considered magnificent, but the Baili Palace for entertaining foreign guests was quite luxurious, with every detail revealing the unique style and sophistication of the nobility.

The entire Baili Palace is made of fish-patterned stone from the dwarves, with each meter worth one magic crystal. This stone emits a gentle and refreshing glow.

There are paintings by many famous elven artists hanging on the walls, and the tables and chairs are arranged in a magnificent manner.

Even the cups were luxurious items decorated with silver roses—products exported by the elves.

The price of each cup is enough for an ordinary family to live a happy life with fish and meat for three years.

Anyway, every time he came here, Estner would sigh that sometimes the nobles were quite good at having fun. If he got these fish-patterned stones, he would definitely use them as research materials.

He sat here and waited for a while.

King Nolant, who had just reached middle age, strode over quickly, wearing a bearskin cloak and standing more than two meters and three meters tall.

Although his height makes him look like a humanoid monster, the king is actually quite tough and handsome, with well-proportioned muscles and as much energy as young people. He is the type who can attract a group of ladies and young ladies with just his face.

He saw Estner sitting over there and said with a hearty smile:

"President of the Magic Association, you are here for no good news. Did the Lord of the North, the Duke of Hanjiao, ask you to come?"

Estner smiled back, "Master Croa is the lord of our Mage Association, and the Duke did not ask for the noble gold of the Heraldry Academy."

King Norant shook his head: "But this appointment was issued by the royal family after all. He is the Duke of the North, the Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Norant!"

What the two are arguing about now is actually who is closer to Cloya.

Well, to be honest, the strength of a level six mage that Kloya displayed was still a little lacking.

But he does have many friends. Not only is Prince Miffin willing to serve him, he even has the friendship of the elves and mermaids.

What's more, he opened so many shops and carried out infrastructure work, all of which were woven into a network of relationships.

If all these are taken into account, then Kloya can no longer be considered a "sixth-level wizard". He is already independent enough, even more powerful than the God-favored One in the Gray Desert.

Such a duke title means that Croa is still a member of the Kingdom of Nolant. At least there is such a relationship.

Even if it's just a superficial connection, it's important.

The atmosphere seemed to be tense for a moment.

But Estner still had a way and confidence, so he waited for a while.

Then he showed a confident expression, took out a piece of paper, stood up, and announced: "King Norant."

"According to the regulations of the Star Town Mage Association, you must rush to the Northern Reef Island immediately. Mage Kroa is waiting for you."

After reading it, he placed the paper in front of the dazed king.

"..."

The order of Star Town.

The king looked at the paper in disbelief, and finally said dejectedly: "Mr. President, you are forcing me to make a choice!"

In fact, the royal families of various countries have more or less ties to the church.

Some countries even invited the church to settle in, so that they could get help in mysticism and shed some light on their own rule.

After all, faith is really a great comfort for the lower-class people. It can effectively prevent some vicious incidents from happening and is really useful for the rulers.

So, to be honest, each kingdom is actually within the sphere of influence of the Church of the Seven Gods.

However, now, Estner took out the order from the Star Town Mage Association and asked him to meet a mage - which also meant asking him to make a choice.

Should I choose the Church or the Mages Guild?

This may be the most difficult decision he has made since he ascended the throne.

"Of course it forces you to make a choice."

"Can the church provide you with food? Can the church help you suppress the unrest in various places? Can the church allow you to sit firmly on the throne like this?"

At this time, Estner's expression was sharp: "Your Majesty, you must make a choice now, whether to trust the church or accept the kindness of our wizards!"

The king sat there in silence for a long time.

In fact, Miphiin came to the capital to see him before he left. His proudest eldest son, the boy who was once as sacred as a messenger of God, is now surrounded by death and loneliness.

Mifeiyin simply described the matter to him.

As a king, he founded a kingdom after conquering a country and had rich experience in governing, which was far more than Croa expected.

All the crops brought from the Church of Mother Earth withered and died... What a heavy blow this is to a country.

If he hadn't bought crops produced in the North from the Mage Association, even the royal city would probably be in chaos by now.

It seems that choosing the Mage Association is a better decision, but...

He sighed deeply and said:

“Suffering breeds faith.”

"Being entangled by thorns will make your faith purer."

"Chaos is ruled by the contract, and order comes to the world."

"President Estner, do you know where I saw these two sentences?"

Although he had doubts, he didn't wait for Estner to speak. He said to himself, "These are the words engraved on the wall of the Temple of Order in the Kingdom of Sethen."

“It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? A god is trying to restrict more gods through a contract and bring some order to the already chaotic continent.

So he died, and I destroyed his kingdom.”

King Nolant showed an extremely subtle expression, somewhat sarcastic and somewhat self-deprecating.

"..."

The one who felt a little uncomfortable now was the president Estner.

Is this what he should listen to?

Although he was indeed curious about why the Kingdom of Nolant was able to overthrow the Kingdom of Sethen, which was protected by the Temple of the God of Order, in just a few years.

But he really doesn't want to know about this history that is obviously full of traps. He is not strong enough and would be in trouble if he knew about it.

However, the king was determined to drag Estner into the water, and continued: “Cardinal Iona of the Church of Mother Earth came personally to help me.

The Church of Mother Earth was present at every stage of the establishment of the Kingdom of Nolant. It can be said that they helped me build the kingdom.

Then, Mr. President, do you still want me to make a decision now, to choose the Mage Association or the Church of Mother Earth?"

He asked sincerely, but it made Estner fall into deep thought.

Cardinal Iona, a powerful man in charge of the Thorn Tribunal, a legendary saint.

Will Star Town confront him head-on because of such a small country?

If I can't give a positive answer, the king will definitely reject me, and things will become even more troublesome.

"of course."

——Just when both of them were thinking and waiting.

Swaying their bodies, beautiful blue daffodils suddenly bloomed here, and the magic they exuded quickly blocked out any possible prying eyes.

The sixth-level archmage Celeste appeared beside her apprentice and patted the latter on the head.

Smiled comfortingly:

"The treasure left by Ms. Ilist is what we are using now. She had predicted everything a long time ago, so she chose to break with the Mage Association and leave."

"The Church of Mother Earth will not allow a legendary wizard to stay here. This will affect their rule."

“Now, it’s time to use it.”

The beautiful wizard spread out her palms, holding a small sphere in her fair hands. The surface of the sphere had incomprehensibly complex, cold and deep magical patterns. Blue and silver-white light shone intertwined.

Its mere appearance made the surrounding air extremely cold.

King Nolant and Estner both stared at the sphere in the archmage's palm in shock.

The former knew that the Mage Association had a particularly powerful trump card; the latter knew a little more, but had never actually seen it.

"This is the result of Water Magic and Phantom Magic."

"It also represents the ultimate destructive power in water magic, and is known as the world-destroying cold magic."

After Celeste finished speaking, she looked at King Norant and said, "Now, Your Majesty, have you made a decision?"

"..."

Now that we have come to this, is there anything else that is bothering you?
Legendary magic!

This small magic ball can destroy an army and turn a vast area into a death zone.

And when it is truly compressed and condensed to be used on a person, even a legendary cardinal will have no way to resist it.

The king took a deep breath:

"I will head to the North immediately."

He is not a fool. This is a rare opportunity to escape the control of the church, and he must seize it.

……

The western border of the Kingdom of Nolant.

Compared to the northern border of the kingdom, the western border is slightly better. The terrain is mainly composed of large and small mountains, but there are also fertile soil and fields that can be cultivated.

But in the eyes of locusts, whether it is mountains or valleys, they treat everything equally. As long as there is food, they will come and devour it madly.

When Semir and Count Kmoye arrived here, what they saw was a sky full of locusts, which covered the sky like dark clouds.

Semir glanced at Count Kermoye, who nodded.

"Pea Team One." Semiel roared.

Immediately behind him, a line of pea shooters with resin attached appeared, raised their guns high, and fired pea seeds frantically.

"Bang bang bang!"

Every pea would explode violently when it hit a locust as big as a rabbit, and the flames would wrap around the locusts that didn't have time to escape as if they had life.

The magical properties of the pea dust and resin ensured that they would not go out until the locusts were completely burned to ashes. Even if the locusts screamed in pain and ran around everywhere, the flames would still burn steadily.

Even when locusts collide with their companions, the flames will spread like a plague, instantly igniting a large number of locusts.

The aromatic resin blocked the unbearable burnt smell emitted by the burning locusts, and golden flames flickered among the swarms of locusts flying in the sky.

So gorgeous, yet so terrifying.

"..."

The villagers who barely survived stared blankly at the sky.

They may not have known what it was, but they knew very well that it saved them and burned all those damn locusts.

But before they could show their joy at surviving the disaster.

The locusts in the air suddenly gathered together, vibrating their wings, and seemed to resonate with each other.

The wind appeared on their wings and was gathered by the resonance of the locusts, forming a wind wall in mid-air, blocking all the peas that were launched.

magic!

These locusts really can use magic!

Seeing this, Semir's expression did not change at all, and he waved his hand calmly: "Sonic Magic Flower!"

There were some inconspicuous-looking magic plants like morning glories in the queue of pea shooters behind him, with their flowers raised towards the sky.

Ripples invisible to the naked eye emanated from the magic patterns on the petals of the morning glories and penetrated into the locust swarm.

They were engraved with tuning magic by Croa - this magic not only has the ability to correct, but also the ability to destroy.

The moment the sound waves were forcefully inserted, the magic that the locust swarm had cast through resonance was completely disrupted. The locusts were like drunks, dizzy and staggering.

Naturally, there is no ability to stop the Pea Shooter.

More flaming peas immediately rose into the sky.

"Bang bang bang!"

The attack was much more violent than before.

The magnificent golden light gradually devoured the black locust swarms, as if burning the dark sky and revealing the light of morning light.

Watching this scene, the villagers were grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

They came out from their hiding places one after another, trembling as they came to the front of the Northern Army and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, noble sir!"

This was actually a very bold move, because they didn't know who these nobles and magicians were and whether they would take the opportunity to kidnap them.

But they really didn't dare to hide any longer and had to come out.

Looking at the shivering villagers, Semir said gently, "We are an army from the North. The benevolent Duke of Hanjiao sent us here."

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

Immediately, several mages with bags hanging all over their bodies came over and took out a pile of food from their pockets.

That small bag seemed endless, corn, soybeans, rice, flour...

As mages, they could calculate approximately how much food was needed with just a glance. The amount of food given was not much, but the carefully matched food was definitely enough for the villagers to survive this disaster.

The kindness and grace from Croa can save lives, but it will never allow them to eat and drink to the point of depravity.

The villagers were completely stunned and dared not move - they were very afraid that this was the money to buy their lives. This was usually the way the nobles recruited soldiers, they would give some food and take away all the young and middle-aged men.

Although food is important, there is still a big gap between it and the young and middle-aged people who are able to work and are the backbone of the family.

They were uneasy.

However, something unexpected happened again -

After putting down the food, Semir waved his hand to signal the team to continue moving forward, and the team passed by the villagers in an orderly manner.

It was not until they were completely gone that the villagers stared blankly at the food on the ground and the blue sky which had been cleaned up and seemed to have become even clearer.

"Don't they really want anything?"

Someone asked the common question among the big guys.

No one answered.

Perhaps they didn't know how to answer, after all, no one had ever encountered such a thing, but they all remembered the name "Duke of Hanjiao".

At this moment and in the long years to come, the kindness from the Duke will be like a ray of light piercing through the dark clouds, and they will never forget it.

At this time, the army had left the village and continued to move forward, clearing all the locusts along the way and leaving behind some food and seeds.

They moved very quickly. The locusts that were difficult for ordinary people to deal with were just like ants that could be crushed to death with a wave of their hands.

And so, half a day passed.

They finally met their first nobleman - a count.

The earl hid in his stone castle and had no intention of coming out at first. He just watched these powerful knights and wizards advance.

He even ignored the invitation from Count Kermoyer.

He looked like he was just trying to play dead to get by.

Faced with such a stubborn person, Count Kmoyer personally took action and blasted open the castle gate with the Yangyan cannon. It took only half an hour to capture the fat count and his men.

He then unceremoniously announced that this earldom, which had been cleared, was already considered part of the northern territory and was the land of the Duke of Hanjiao.

Such overbearing behavior naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of a duke.

But before he could condemn Croa's overbearing behavior in the noble way, Semir led the Colorful Sunflower Regiment to break into his castle.

All those who resisted were killed, even the Duke was not spared, it was extremely cruel.

This is actually completely opposite to the North's traditionally mild approach.

But it is such a cruel method that can make people face the reality quickly. Now Croix no longer wants to be superficial with these stupid nobles.

Since you are unwilling to surrender, then just die.

Anyway, if you die, there will always be someone to replace you. With so many people, there will always be some useful talents.

When the news spread, the remaining dukes finally understood what their neighbor, who had rarely been in the North, wanted to do.

He came to conquer!
How dare he?
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