Spellcasting Gods

It is a valuable achievement learned, exchanged, and summarized from countless worlds. It can be given to any apprentice with magical talent and trained into a powerful spellcaster in a short period of time.

And what about the other side?

It's just a magic association in a small town on this planet; what valuable knowledge could it possibly have?

In addition, the idea of ​​exchanging money and goods for various precious materials is also a pipe dream, revealing naked greed between the lines.

Isolt was well aware of how wrong the guild had been, and with a helpless sigh, he explained, "I understand that you must be very angry right now, feeling that you have been provoked for no reason, and I am very sorry for that. But please don't be angry, because before we came here, we had no idea how powerful you really were."

“Angry? Hahahaha! No, I just find it ridiculous.” Zhang Cheng laughed and shook his head. “You know what? What you’ve done reminds me of a dog barking at a dragon. It’s so ironic. Forget it, I don’t want to waste my breath on frogs in a well. Allens, take them to the library. I’ll mercifully allow these three to stay for ten hours. After ten hours, kick them out.”

“As you wish, Master!” The young man bowed slightly, gave his former mentor a wink, and then led the way toward the passage leading to the library.

Although the other two tried to argue, they were stopped by Isolde and obediently followed the young man into the end of the corridor.

After they had walked a distance, the middle-aged man with a mustache couldn't help but question, "Why didn't you let us speak just now? Perhaps we could have persuaded the tower master to change his mind and reach a few agreements."

"Don't be silly, my friend. Have you ever seen a dragon negotiate with a wild dog? Stop daydreaming! A dragon might allow a wild dog to scavenge its leftovers, but it would never place a wild dog on its equal footing. To the powerful Tower Master, we and the Spellcaster's Guild are just that pathetic, laughable wild dog, understand?" The old man bluntly stated everyone's current miserable situation.

Ever since he personally experienced the surging, ocean-like energy that Zhang Cheng unconsciously emanated, he realized just how terribly wrong the chairman and the nobles in the city had been.

They were not facing a wealthy present, but a dragon's lair inhabited by a ferocious and terrifying dragon.

That's right!

A bunch of ignorant idiots are actually trying to steal the wealth that belongs to the dragon!

This is practically tantamount to suicide!

Right now, Isolt just wants to go to the library to see how much precious magical knowledge is on the shelves, and then bring back the harsh truth.

Whether the other party is willing to believe it or not is none of his business.

In any case, as long as the lord and the spellcaster dare to send out troops, he will choose to leave without thinking, so as not to be implicated.

The other two members of the team shared similar thoughts, the only difference being that they were extremely eager to obtain something from the library that could make them stronger.

Selfishness has always been a common problem among spellcasters, or more precisely, among those in positions of power.

As the ruling class standing at the top of the pyramid structure, they don't care about the lives of others, not even their blood relatives, let alone ordinary people who can be harvested at will like leeks.

Chapter 1043 The Changer

Exhausted from the endless staircases, the three finally arrived at the library on the second floor of the tower.

As soon as they stepped through the gate, they were stunned by the sight before them.

In a spacious hall, there stood enormous bookshelves, each over five meters tall, densely packed with heavy books.

Most importantly, by reading the ever-changing mysterious symbols on the spine, anyone can instantly understand what these symbols are trying to express, and realize that among thousands of books, not a single one is the same.

"My God! Am I dreaming?!" The middle-aged man with a mustache gasped, trembling as he exclaimed in shock.

Compared to the city's spellcasters' guild's pitifully small library, this place is an ocean of knowledge and books, a sacred temple for every magic explorer.

"No! You're not dreaming! This is the library, a place that records countless powerful spells never seen before. Please hurry, you only have ten hours," Allens reminded him in a condescending and superior tone.

Once upon a time, in order to gain access to the spellcasters' guild library, he sacrificed his health and energy, repeatedly performing the most menial and humble tasks.

But now, he has completed the leap from quantitative change to qualitative change, and can stand at a higher position to look down on the other party.

That unparalleled pleasure was traveling through my nerves to every corner of my body, like drinking a glass of ice water in a scorching desert—it was completely indescribable.

Isolt clearly sensed his former apprentice's attitude, a flash of anger crossing his eyes, but he quickly concealed it, grabbing a book without a word and starting to read it.

At first, the three of them managed to maintain their rationality and composure, but before long, they completely forgot about everything around them and became completely immersed in various profound magical theories and a vast number of spell models that they could not master even a tenth of in their entire lives.

Crazy!

Hysterical madness!

For a full ten hours, no one ate, drank, rested, or even had time to copy notes, all in order to read more books and record more spells.

The moment Allens loudly announced that time was up, everyone involuntarily trembled, and then, with intense resentment and regret, slowly put the precious books back in their original places.

The middle-aged man with a mustache knelt on the ground, weeping and shouting, "God! Why are you so cruel! You let me see the path to the highest temple of magic, but then you shut it down without any mercy."

"Ugh--"

The other person couldn't help but sigh as well.

In contrast, although tears streamed down Isolt's wrinkled face, she managed to calm her turbulent emotions and said in an envious tone, "Allens, you are a lucky one, lucky enough to make all spellcasters envious. It is foreseeable that, with time, you will soon surpass all of us and become a truly powerful being. Here, I sincerely request that you give us a chance to learn, no matter what the cost."

"Are you sure?" The young man pursed his lips, revealing a reserved smile.

"Of course! Do you think any spellcaster who comes to this library can resist its temptation? No! If the guild library is like addictive snuff, then this library is like the purest narcotic sold on the black market. Losing the former is unpleasant, but losing the latter is like wanting to die. I know the tower master is plotting something; he needs some servants and assistants, and I am willing to be one of them."

As the saying goes, "To be old and not die is to be a thief."

Having witnessed countless power struggles between spellcasters and nobles, Isolt suddenly realized many previously overlooked aspects and, without hesitation, chose to betray the guild and his hometown.

"Oh? Are you sure? You should know this is no easy task, nor is it something you can just swear off of casually," Allens hinted meaningfully.

Isolt shrugged nonchalantly: "I'm not a fool! I know what I'm doing! And I understand the risks involved. Come on, tell me what I need to do, and I'll prove myself."

Count me in!

"Me too!"

The other two quickly echoed their sentiments, their eyes gleaming with the flames of ambition.

Seeing this, Allens nodded in satisfaction: "Very good! I believe the Tower Master will be very satisfied with your current attitude. In that case, I won't waste any more words and will give you your first task: incite the nobles to attack this tower."

"what?!"

"You are crazy!"

"Is there something wrong with my ears?"

……

The three people present reacted with either shock or disbelief.

They simply couldn't believe that the tower master would actually try to lure others into attacking them!

"No! I'm not crazy! I'm just conveying the Tower Master's will to you. Remember, the master we serve is no ordinary person. Don't try to guess his intentions with your own way of thinking. Just obediently carry out his orders."

After saying these words, which were full of warning, Allens ignored the three of them and went straight to the bookshelf. He picked up a book that he hadn't finished reading last time and began to read it with great interest.

The remaining three stared at each other, exchanged glances, and then quickly left the tower, beginning their return journey along the same route.

As they walked, the middle-aged man with a mustache kept asking, "What do you think the owner of the magic tower really wants to do?"

"I don't know! And I don't want to know! Our mission is simply to spread false information, to make those greedy nobles think they can achieve their goals through force. As for their lives or deaths, what do we care?" another person sneered with disdain.

“That’s right! From the moment we resolved to serve the Tower Master, everything in the mortal world became irrelevant to us. Whatever he wanted to do, whether it was to destroy a city or a country, it didn’t matter to us. Only knowledge and power were our eternal pursuits. My friend, the gates to the highest hall of magic have been opened, and nothing is more important than that.” Isolt gripped the wooden staff tightly in his hand, his aged body seemingly bursting with boundless energy.

No one knew that inside the tower not far away, Zhang Cheng was monitoring their every move through primal magic, and said with a half-smile, "How familiar this scene is! All intelligent life in the universe, once it develops independent consciousness, will be born with selfishness and desire, and then slowly head towards extinction. Since you are destined to perish, then let you do your part for my experiment before you perish."

Chapter 1044 Reward

Betrayal is actually not a very difficult thing.

It's somewhat like a psychological defense line. You might hesitate and struggle before crossing that line, but once you're tempted by enough benefits or your life is threatened, it's easy to cross it.

Once the red line is crossed, the concept of a bottom line ceases to exist for a person.

Without a doubt, for Isolt, the moment he made up his mind to become a thief, he no longer regarded this city as his hometown, nor did he regard the tens of thousands of residents living in the city as his compatriots.

In his eyes, these were merely the necessary price to pay for accessing the highest hall of magic, bargaining chips used to exchange for profound magical knowledge.

Upon returning to the Spellcasters' Guild, the three of them agreed on a single story and fabricated a huge lie, describing Zhang Cheng's tower as a dreamlike place piled high with countless precious materials, magical knowledge, and treasures.

Most importantly, the defenses are not as tight as the guild leader imagined. With enough troops and spellcasters, they can definitely conquer it and reap unimaginable rich rewards.

However, Melroth, who was well-versed in magical knowledge and skills, was highly skeptical and refused to participate in the "bandits'" carnival.

Unfortunately, very few people are as rational as him. In less than three days, the local lord gathered a "great army" of two thousand people and mobilized them all. Among them were not only nobles who were eager to make a fortune, but also a small number of spellcasters, as well as more than a dozen so-called mercenary and adventure teams.

Driven by dreams of getting rich, this group headed straight into the depths of the forest, completely unaware of the terrifying monsters that awaited them ahead.

Watching the long, winding queue gradually disappear into the distance, Isolt stood atop the tower and, without turning back, said to his two companions, "We succeeded! Quickly send a message to the tower master; I'm sure he'll be satisfied with our achievement."

"Don't worry, the message was sent out hours ago. I'm curious how they'll react if they find out they're actually just a stray dog ​​attacking a dragon. Pain? Regret? Despair? Just thinking about it is intriguing." The middle-aged man with a mustache stroked his chin, a cruel smile on his face.

“In any case, they can’t possibly come back alive. Now, let’s stretch our legs a bit and prepare for the arrival of that person.” Another person glanced at the noisy crowd around them, his tone full of indifference and contempt.

As the saying goes, traitors are always more shameless, more despicable, more twisted, and more ruthless than the real Japanese devils.

Because they need to prove to their new owners that they have broken ties with the past and are a fierce and useful dog who can do many dirty things that their owners are not comfortable doing.

……

Meanwhile, on the upper level of a tower deep in the forest, Zhang Cheng sat in his chair, staring expressionlessly at Allens standing not far away.

The young man held the news he had received not long ago in his hand and read it aloud calmly in a slightly low voice.

"Lord Tower! They have successfully deceived the nobles in the city and assembled an army of over two thousand men. One-third of them are city defense troops, another third are the nobles' private armies, and the remaining third are mercenaries, adventurers, and personnel sent by various guilds. According to intelligence, they seem to be carrying a large number of tools and parts necessary for making ultra-long-range catapults."

"Oh? A catapult?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows and revealed a meaningful smile.

Allens clearly didn't understand what that smile meant, and quickly nodded: "That's right! Almost everyone knows that the magic tower has very strong defensive capabilities, so ordinary crossbows and frontal attacks are useless. The only thing that can damage the internal structure is the stones thrown by heavy catapults. I think the lord probably wants to use them to smash open the entrance and then let thousands of soldiers swarm in to win by numbers."

"Heh, that's a good explanation. But they obviously don't know that they won't even be able to get close to the tower before they all die in the forest outside. You know what? I'm actually conducting a great experiment that requires many, many people to participate and give their lives for this great experiment."

While saying these words, Zhang Cheng kept his eyes fixed on the young man, and at the same time, he used all his abilities to directly probe his thoughts.

If the other party shows even the slightest sign of rejection, their life will end at that moment, becoming part of the experimental material.

Interestingly, Allens showed absolutely no resistance to this. Instead, he placed one hand on his chest, bowed deeply, and responded in a slightly fanatical tone: "I understand! It is their greatest honor to offer their humble lives for your great experiment."

“Very good! You have not disappointed me. Now, I have decided to give you a small reward, something that is enough to change the magical aptitude of a mortal. Come on, drink it down, and then you will experience what it means to be reborn.”

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng handed over a bottle of potion that shimmered with a violet light.

"This...this is?! ...

Even those least sensitive to energy could clearly perceive the surging magical energy emanating from the violet liquid.

"Don't ask! Go back to your room and drink it! It may be a little painful at first, but once you get through it, you will feel an unprecedented wonderful sensation."

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity! I swear to always follow in your footsteps and serve your great plans."

"hope so!"