Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 879 Rare White Mouse Thor

After leaving the wizard tower in Gorsa, Murphy appeared high up on the Wall of Sighs.

"Lord Murphy!"

"Lord Murphy!"

The passing patrolling wizards all bowed respectfully to Murphy.

They bowed with fervor and sincerity, looking at this great wizard who had selflessly dedicated himself to the continent of Statt for over a hundred years.

Unlike Frim and Alec, Wizard Murphy did not establish a wizarding power; instead, he led the wizards in resisting the Black Tide. This is what protected the peace of the continent of Statt for so many years.

Therefore, wizards from all factions treated Murphy with great respect.

Murphy ignored the wizards and simply gazed quietly at the distant sea.

A new wave of black tides has just passed, and many wizards have died at the Wall of Sighs. Fortunately, the intensity of this black tide was not high, and their losses are still within an acceptable range.

"Low-level wizards are growing too slowly these days." People were discussing this in the distance. They couldn't see Murphy, but Murphy could hear them clearly.

"Another wizard tower has become vacant. But no new third-tier wizards have come to report for duty."

"In my opinion, we should reinstate the Ascension Path Law. Let those wizards who are unable to advance stop wasting our resources. We should force those who haven't advanced to the third level of apprenticeship before the age of 30 and those who haven't advanced to full wizardship before the age of 50 to become the cornerstones of the Wailing Wall."

"Foundation stone" is just a nicer name for cannon fodder.

The one who said this was a first-tier wizard.

If it's a second-tier wizard, then a sentence like "if he hadn't become a second-tier wizard by a certain age" should be added.

Murphy chuckled softly and shook his head.

"They're all pretty willful guys." He looked at the sea, where several large, ugly, and strange-looking birds were soaring, preparing to pick out some scraps of meat for dinner.

"Why can't I be a little impulsive?"

Murphy murmured.

Gorza didn't stay at the Wailing Wall for long; after hearing Murphy's suggestion, he left alone.

The only thing they had a conscience about was bringing the Heywood siblings back inside the Wailing Wall.

To prevent them from dying in a monster invasion.

The wizards of the Wailing Wall watched Gorsa's retreating figure, wondering where he was going. But before leaving, Gorsa said he would return within three years and participate in the next Black Tide attack as scheduled.

Because of his promise, no one stepped forward to stop Gorsa from leaving.

The wizards of the Wailing Wall didn't know where Gorza would go, but some of them did.

Murphy is the insider.

Two days ago, Gorsa received a letter.

Although Murphy had not read the letter, he knew its contents.

……

Saul put away the parchment and looked back at the metal nameplate on the lab table.

He had just analyzed another part of the spell array of the Soul-Stabilizing Needle and gained some understanding of how the Soul-Stabilizing Needle works.

"This method can indeed help people pull them back from the brink of alienation. However, it's too drastic and will likely drive them insane for a while. Whether they can be saved afterward depends on their mental and physical strength."

Suddenly, a wave of mental energy, completely undisguised, came from around the corner of the corridor.

The fluctuations were domineering, powerful, and extremely aggressive.

Thor immediately put away all the metal nameplates in his hands and stood up.

"Lord of Frim?"

Two weeks later, Saul finally saw the culprit who had locked him up.

The other party was no longer a warm yellow ball of light, but a middle-aged man with skin so pale he looked like a dead man.

He was tall and expressionless, with soft, medium-length golden hair that clung to his face.

He looks like a rigid, serious nobleman.

He walked up to Thor and asked bluntly, "How did you seal the eye of the storm?"

"The ice-locking spell to seal the eye of the storm should have been submitted to you."

"The ice lock can seal the eye of the storm, but it can't save those already corrupted by the black tide. The black tide was seeping from your body back then; the eye of the storm must be inside you. How did you survive?"

Many wizards present at the time did witness this. However, no one pursued the matter afterward. After all, Thor had already become a third-tier wizard through his own efforts, owed no favors to the other two factions, and had even saved other wizards.

With the disappearances of the three Tier 3 experts – Flame Lord, Wind Demon, and Dream Weaver – Thor was a top-tier fighter in the No Man's Land, and no one dared to say anything.

But that doesn’t mean Flim wasn’t aware of it.

Saul understood that the other party had locked him up here for so long as a show of defiance; it was to ensure that when the questions were asked, Saul wouldn't be able to easily brush them off.

But today, Flim didn't even have the patience to listen to Saul's explanation.

"You don't need to tell me, I'll see for myself."

He grabbed Saul's left arm, causing Saul, who only had one arm left, to feel a tightening in his chest.

But instead of taking Thor's arm, he flashed and the entire square corridor suddenly turned into a flat sheet of paper, which then began to fold diagonally.

Thor and Flim, inside the corridor, seemed to have been folded into the fabric like paper cutouts.

Thor naturally couldn't see what the outside world had become.

In his perception, the world seemed to lose its light in an instant. When he opened his eyes again, he and Frim were standing suspended in mid-air above a turbulent sea.

At this moment, Flim turned into a warm yellow ball of light again, and Thor was in the middle of the ball of light, like a small insect trapped in amber.

The two appeared on the sea and then continued to travel southeast.

The ball of light looked round, but it was traveling at an extremely fast speed.

Empty islands and monsters whose original forms were unrecognizable flashed past Thor's feet.

Thor had never been here before, but the Kuroshio Current scent in the seawater here was much stronger than that on the Neflet coast.

The seawater was also a deep blue, with several shadows within the deep blue.

Thor calculated the distance and time and realized that he had already ventured deep into the ocean.

Considering what Flim just said, it seems the other party wants to find Kuroshio to test his abilities.

Even Thor couldn't help but feel uneasy about this kind of test.

If Frim had just thrown him into a normal black tide, that would have been fine; at worst, he could have exhausted his mental and magical power to absorb the pollution around him and then climb out.

But if Frim were to throw him into the Eye of the Abyss...

Thor looked at the warm-colored orb surrounding him and tested the magic within it.

Vast as the sea, Thor's magic probed into it, seemingly unfathomable.

Thor sighed inwardly and withdrew the probing magic.

"As expected of a fourth-tier wizard."

Thor is currently only at the third rank. Although his mental strength has greatly increased and his magic power has become purer due to the achievement of the three Symphonies of Fate goals, compared with someone like Frim who has lived for hundreds of years at the fourth rank, he is still like a small sailboat on the sea.

Flim ultimately did not throw Thor into the Eye of the Abyss.

The situation there is complex and dangerous, and even he rarely goes there. Moreover, he still thinks Thor is useful, but he needs to determine whether Thor's abilities are only enough to protect himself, or whether he can protect the entire continent.

If this leads to a way to eradicate the Eye of the Abyss...

Flim looked down at Thor, even though this little guy had Gorza and Radiance behind him... he didn't care.

(End of this chapter)