Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"What a touching scene of brotherly and sisterly affection!"

Deren raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead caused by excitement and exertion, and in one go pulled the dagger off Bernal's back completely.

He planned to give the brother and sister another good taste of the pain of the dagger.

A young wizard beside him said with some reluctance, "Lord Dren, won't you kill them and delay Lord Jareden's business?"

Dren turned his head to look at the young wizard who had spoken. Stimulated by the thorn headband, his face contorted with a holy gaze as he stared at him: "Oh, you're right! But are you teaching me how to do things?"

After saying that, he took a step forward and plunged a dagger into the young wizard's abdomen. The extreme pain caused the young wizard's body to go limp, his face turning from red to white, and he opened his mouth wide but couldn't say a word.

The two wizards were startled, but neither had the courage to say anything, and could only turn their heads away and pretend they hadn't seen anything.

"You know too little about suffering. It is the most wonderful gift that the Twisted Father has given to the world! At this moment, experience the great sublimation it brings you."

Wearing a thorn ring on his head, Dren gently whispered in the ear of the limp wizard with a peaceful expression.

Just as the two were whispering sweet nothings to each other.

"Huff!!! Huff!!!!"

A biting wind suddenly arose, sweeping up from afar, and the temperature dropped instantly.

Deren stopped what he was doing, leaving the young wizard in his arms to fall to the ground. The remaining two men looked up at the same time, their expressions wary as they looked around.

"What's all that noise?! Who would come here at this time?"

Everyone found the direction from which the cold wind was coming; it was the courtyard gate directly opposite them. Everyone's expression changed slightly, and surprise appeared in their eyes.

"Everyone, be on alert! A powerful mental energy fluctuation is rapidly approaching us."

Deren stared at the large iron gate of the courtyard with a sinister look and shouted. The other three also took out their magical tools or wands to prepare for battle.

Soon, a wave of cold air filled the entire courtyard, and the figures of the group were completely swallowed up by the overwhelming snow.

Bernal recognized the aura immediately and breathed a sigh of relief. He whispered to Serena, "Serena, it's Dago. We're safe now. We'll take advantage of Dren's carelessness and head straight back to the castle."

Serena nodded with a serious expression but a hint of joy in her heart.

As the raging cold gradually subsided, Bernal's dilapidated courtyard was completely transformed into a scene of ice and snow.

Everything was covered in ice and snow, and the temperature was so low that it felt like the blood in a person's body could freeze.

Amidst this icy wasteland, Deren and the others, their faces grim, saw through the violently shaking and trembling protective energy shields surrounding them—at the main gate of the courtyard, amidst the billowing cold air, a tall, upright young man slowly walked towards them, wielding a two-meter-long ice sword.

His flowing black hair stood out against the backdrop of the swirling snow, the cold wind billowing his robes like a cloak, and the dark blue winter star hung in the sky behind him, a sense of despair spreading and growing wildly.

His handsome face was covered with blue markings, and his eyes shone brightly, the sapphire blue of his pupils as deep as the stars in a winter night sky washed clean by snow.

The sword-wielding youth strode in through the wind and snow, his gaze passing over the figures of Dren and the others, landing directly on Bernal and Serena. He spoke softly, "Bernal, why didn't you tell me you had guests to entertain at your castle today?"

"What are you all standing there for?! Hurry up and get started!"

The boy's sudden appearance shocked the wizards. Dren, who was in the lead, was the first to react. With a gloomy expression, he urged the two who were still in a daze to make arrangements quickly.

Meanwhile, Serena gently helped Bernal into the castle to recover.

The raging hurricane sign reappeared above and behind Deren. He narrowed his eyes, staring at the boy in front of him, and slowly said, "Kill him."

Almost the instant Deren finished speaking, the hurricane seal hovering above his head sent three translucent, bluish-white wind blades, each about 1.5 meters long, hurtling towards the boy.

The raging winds surging from the massive wind blades came into contact with the surrounding cold air currents, generating a large amount of white vapor that formed a rolling white tide that swept forward and surged.

However, the surging white tide suddenly stopped and turned back into countless ice particles, which were suspended in the air for a moment.

The handsome young man wielding the ice sword casually brushed aside the ice particles as if parting a curtain of crystal beads. Wherever he walked, a chill spread and the gale ceased.

Deren watched helplessly as the swirling gale on his wind blade weakened, and the once azure blade, now immersed in icy water, quickly lost its luster.

In this air, it seemed as if all the wind elemental energy particles were being relentlessly driven away.

Only the ice-type energy particles remained, boiling and reveling, worshipping their prince from the frigid land!

The fierce look on Deren's face froze, and his eyes revealed a deep shock, trembling violently like a candle flame about to go out in the wind.

For some reason, a sense of despair arose from the bottom of his heart, clashing with the pain of the thorn ring on his head, and suddenly the boy's figure disappeared from his sight.

The next instant, the energy shield around Deren's body suddenly shattered silently, revealing an ice crystal wand inside. Countless ice crystal swords, interwoven with mysterious energy, rapidly magnified in his pupils.

Enveloped by murderous intent, Deren felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He was completely enveloped by layers of tentacle-like despair, and even the pain from the thorn ring on his head could no longer stimulate him.

He could barely muster any resistance; only one thought was churning in his mind.

"Who on earth is this monster? I didn't offend anyone like him while I was in the French Quarter!"

With the opening of the Despair and Frost Domain, Dago himself is the source of ice and despair.

Once he gets close, the physical and mental impact on the opponent will surge to several times that of other positions in the area, reaching an extreme.

With the aid of "Basic Swordsmanship", Dargo easily slashed through the protective shield and mental field of the late-stage wizard in front of him, and just as the Dance of Fine Snow was about to sever the opponent's head.

But he quietly stopped the momentum, and after a moment's thought, he flipped the Snow Dance sword in his hand and used the blade to strike the opponent's cheek, accompanied by a muffled sound of facial bone breaking.

The wind-element wizard, who was at the late stage of the first ring, was sent flying sideways like a sandbag, lying motionless on the snow like a dead dog.

He could not openly kill members of the Thorn Ring in Krogh Castle, for given the power of the Painful Thorns, he would surely be expelled from the Ring and hunted down.

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When Dago's gaze calmly shifted to another young wizard beside him, the latter instinctively stepped back, and the yellow crystal ball floating around him began to glow rapidly.

As Dago thrust out the Dance of Fine Snow, the deep blue aurora-like cold current surging from the sword tip pierced through the air and struck the yellow crystal ball. The intense cold air generated instantly froze the magical artifact, whose surface had already begun to glow with runes, into a solid ice ball.

The aura of the despairing, icy domain enveloped them at close range, and the three spells that were poised to be unleashed weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As Dago's sword, spewing icy breath, silently aimed at the forehead of one of the young wizards, the two of them promptly knelt down, prostrating themselves on the ground, repeatedly muttering, "Spare us, my lord!!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Five figures covered in frost were thrown out of the castle courtyard one after another, landing heavily on the dilapidated streets covered with ice shards.

Dago silently withdrew his gaze, carrying four storage pouches in one hand and slowly closing the half-open, rusty iron door with the other.

Turning around, the last rays of the setting sun shone on the snow-covered courtyard, refracting countless sparkling crystals.

The devastation and ruin of the courtyard were concealed by the white snow, and at this moment, it appeared somewhat beautiful.