Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

"Piri, do you even have a brain? Do you think Everfrost Spire will let us off this time?" a frost-skinned dwarf with a hooked nose chimed in.

"How many second-level wizards are there at Everfrost Spire?" Taren asked.

"The headmaster of Everfrost Spire hasn't left the tower for nearly a century, but the other two deputy heads are also second-level wizards. As for that second-level wizard from their headquarters... it seems he's only keeping an eye on Durink."

"That's what the frost-skinned dwarf in the white robe said."

"What the hell is that bastard Dulink doing! He started this war, and now the enemy's second-level wizards have already made their move, while he's still hiding in the fortress without making a sound!"

The burly frost-skinned dwarf slammed his fist on the table and said angrily.

"Hmph, hiding? I think he's scared!" The hook-nosed dwarf sneered, his fingertips drawing deep marks on the rough iron table.

"They patted their chests and said they'd tear down the Everfrost Spire, but now that the enemy's here, they've probably already secretly fled."

The frost-skinned dwarf, clad in a white robe, frowned, twirling his drooping beard with his fingertips, and said:

"Serendin, when Dulink proposed to wage war against Everfrost Spire, all of our major families supported it. And... you were the most enthusiastic back then."

"You—" Serendin was somewhat displeased that his past had been exposed.

"If this fight continues, our meager resources will be destroyed by the Everfrost Spire!" the burly dwarf exclaimed, standing up abruptly.

"The defensive barrier in the war zone has cracked, and this war fortress has also been damaged in several places. If we don't do something soon, we'll all be buried with it!"

"..."

Arguments began to erupt in the meeting room, turning the already somber atmosphere into an extremely noisy space.

Taren watched the arguing crowd silently, his knuckles tapping rhythmically on the table.

After a long while, he glanced at the communication crystal in his hand, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes.

"Gentlemen..." Taren began slowly, his voice hoarse and dry, yet carrying a powerful strength.

……

Everyone fell silent instantly.

"I just received news—Glen has arrived, accompanied by ten dragonborn frostskin dwarves of official wizard rank."

"..."

"What?!"

"Conversion successful!"

The air in the council chamber seemed to freeze instantly, followed by an uncontrollable commotion.

The Frostskin Dwarves closest to Taren suddenly sat up straight, their chairs scraping against the iron floor with a screeching sound, their white beards trembling slightly with excited breathing.

Someone accidentally knocked over a wine glass on the table, spilling wine onto the ironwood surface, leaving dark stains, but no one paid any attention.

Previously, Glenn had selected more than a dozen formal wizards from various families to go to his laboratory for dragon-blood conversion.

Formal wizards have already undergone various physical changes, making biological modification of them inherently difficult.

What's more, this is a direct racial conversion, and the target of the conversion is a powerful creature like the Frost Dragon.

However, frost-skinned dwarves, or rather wizards, have always craved powerful bloodlines, and rarely hesitate to back down even at great cost.

"Among them—there's also our family's Stryker," Taren said, his voice even becoming clearer.

Stryker Elstein is the strongest official wizard in the Elstein family, and is even recognized by the entire Frozen Heart Fortress as the most promising candidate to advance to a second-level wizard since Dulink.

He is also Taron Eilstein's eldest son.

"But what about the second-level wizards of Everfrost Spire?" a frost-skinned dwarf asked with a grave expression.

"Finn Caleb is already severely injured and doesn't even have the strength to fight. As for the other two second-level wizards, they are preparing to go to our fortress to attack Lord Durink." A voice came from behind Taren.

Then, a shadow slowly gathered behind Taren, and Glenn stepped out of the shadow and quietly came to Taren's side.

"Lord Glenn," Taren said respectfully, rising to offer his seat.

Although both are first-level official wizards, Glenn is a close associate of the second-level wizard Dulink and is the wizard with the most advanced biological modification technology in the entire Frozen Heart Fortress. The difference in their status is self-evident.

Glenn slowly sat on the iron throne and solemnly addressed the crowd:

"We just need to hold off the wizards at Everfrost Spire. Once Lord Dulink has dealt with those two official wizards, victory will naturally be ours."

"But what if that Nord appears?" Serendin said gravely.

"Moreover, there is the headquarters of the Everfrost Spire, the Myriad Spire."

"Hmph—" Glenn sneered.

"The various factions in the heart of Maranthel are constantly engaged in open and covert struggles, and even the Myriad Spire itself is preoccupied with its own affairs... Moreover—"

Glenn abruptly changed the subject, turning to gaze in the direction of Frostbeard's Cave, and said:

"Moreover, Lord Dulink is very likely to be promoted to a third-level wizard. At that time, even the wizards in the center of Maranthel will not dare to do anything to us."

"A level three wizard—" Everyone present was shocked upon hearing this.

The Frostskin Dwarves are also a race that migrated from the Wizarding Plane to the Oren Plane, but their ancestors were destroyed by the Everfrost Spire long ago, leaving only fragments of information about the Wizarding Plane.

The Frostskin Dwarves who remain in Elokhan today, even though they have never set foot on this land, still yearn for life in the Wizarding Plane.

Level 3 wizards are beings that only exist in the wizarding world. Or rather, the resources of the Oren world are simply insufficient to support a level 3 wizard's further exploration of magical knowledge.

It's not that no one in the Oren plane can advance to the third level of wizardry; it's just that the few geniuses who have advanced over thousands of years have already gone to the wizarding plane to continue their exploration of magical knowledge.

The reason why everyone longs to go to the center of Maranthel for further studies is that the five great wizarding families jointly control the method to travel to the wizarding plane.

Of course, the resources required to open this channel each time are extremely large, and even the core members of the five major families would never dare to use it without authorization.

"Lord Glenn! Lord Dulink... has he really come to this?" Taren asked from the side, his eyes filled with shock.

Since the Frostskin Dwarves were severely weakened by the Everfrost Spire, their overall strength has been greatly diminished. The fact that they could produce even a second-level wizard like Durink is already a miracle, let alone…

"Hmph, Lord Dulink, who was able to develop the fortress that should have been dismantled into its current massive scale, naturally has absolute confidence in what he decides to do."

With Glenn's assurance, the morale of the group finally rose again.

"Prepare for battle, hold out until Lord Durink arrives," Taren commanded, his voice deep and powerful.