Chapter 202 Prelude to War and Departure
At the same time, it was extremely far away from the wizard camp.
In a deep underground cave somewhere almost close to the core area of the plane, a completely different scene is unfolding.
This cave is so huge that its existence itself is a geological miracle.
The cave is deep and vast, and its interior is perfectly divided into two areas by hot lava flows and cold ice crystals.
In these two areas, densely packed lava giants and snow monsters are gathering here in distinct groups.
The sheer number of them is staggering.
More importantly, looking around, no matter whether it is the huge lava giant or the snow monster wearing ice armor, none of them is lower than level three!
With so many powerful creatures gathered in such a small area, every breath carried the oppressive feeling unique to high-level elemental creatures.
In addition to these monsters waiting quietly like a tide inside the cave, outside the cave, closer to the dividing line below the ground, there are even more second-level snow monsters and lava giants hiding in their respective areas.
The forces of these two monsters were like two torrents about to burst their banks, ready for battle.
Obviously, those who were "missing" in the eyes of the wizards, including high-level snow monsters and lava giants of level three, level four and higher, have all gathered here at this moment!
This is the essence of both civilizations and the backbone of all of them!
Between the two diametrically opposed groups of lava giants and snow monsters, on the invisible dividing line formed by the red and black lava and the crystal white frost, two burly figures faced each other from a distance.
One is made of pure fire and rock, with a body covered with crack-like hot magma lines - the king of lava giants "Kalamos".
The other one is also several feet tall, with a body that exudes a cold pressure that can freeze everything, and every inch of his tendons is filled with explosive power - the overlord "Aggron", the king of snow monsters.
This is the Flame Frost Plane, the supreme ruler of the two indigenous civilizations, and also the concrete embodiment of the most core combat power of both sides.
Their eyes met in the air.
As we all know, there is a feud between the Yeti and the Lava Giant.
This hatred has lasted for thousands of years, and has even been integrated into the instincts deep in their blood, and imprinted in the deepest levels of their souls.
Even if there is an order from their own king, they will temporarily stop attacking each other.
The high-level warriors from both sides gathered here at this moment were still staring at each other with murderous intent and disdain in their eyes.
The atmosphere in the air was extremely tense. If it weren't for the two kings, they would have already resorted to fighting.
However, what is extremely strange is that as the highest representatives of this "feud", the Yeti King Agron and the Lava Giant King Kalamos, behaved unusually calmly.
There was no hostility or hatred in their eyes, as if they were just facing an ordinary acquaintance and were having a routine meeting.
After the two sides met, there was no hypocritical greetings and they went straight to the point.
"Aggron, all our lava giants are now assembled. The ley lines have been adjusted and are ready to help start the 'charging' at any time." Kalamos' voice was deep and powerful, like the pulse of a volcano.
"Very good. Our Yeti troops have also been assembled." The voice of Agron, the Yeti King, had a texture like the friction of metal.
"However, because we need to withstand higher energy intensities, our 'strategic weapons' will need to be readjusted. This will probably take... half a cycle."
The so-called "cycle" is a timekeeping method unique to the Flame Frost Plane.
Because there is no sunrise and sunset, the local creatures calculate time based on the pulse movement of the elements.
A cycle refers to a complete elemental pulsation period, which is roughly equivalent to four standard years on the wizarding plane.
The lava giant king, Kalamos, listened calmly, without any surprise or dissatisfaction.
Those fiery eyes flickered only slightly, as if he had already known about the postponement.
"Half a cycle is acceptable." Karamos nodded indifferently, appearing very tolerant.
After all, considering the lifespan of elemental creatures, two years is just a blink of an eye for them.
The exchange between the two monster kings ended in an unusually calm and brief manner.
There was no arguing, no hesitation, and the efficiency was eerie.
Just as they were each preparing to retreat to their respective territories with their subordinates, the Yeti King Agron was ultimately unable to completely suppress the uneasiness that was surging deep in his heart.
His huge body paused slightly, and he turned his head. His emerald green eyes stared at the roiling magma inside the lava giant's body, with a barely perceptible depth in his eyes.
But after a moment of silence, he simply said in a deep voice: "I hope our plan will succeed."
The deep voice of the Lava Giant King, Kalamos, did not hesitate for a moment. An almost brutal and absolute confidence emanated from his burning chest:
"Of course, we...will never allow ourselves to fail!"
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Just as the two monster kings were slowly retreating with their respective troops.
Among the group of snow monsters, there was a snow monster that looked extremely inconspicuous and even smaller than the other snow monsters around it. However, it suddenly lowered its head.
It completely hides its blue eyes under thick hair to avoid revealing any trace of thought.
This snow monster is not a real snow monster, but a soul wizard sent by the camp who disguised himself as a snow monster and is an experienced spy who sneaked in!
He was lucky enough to have infiltrated the group of snow monsters a long time ago, and just witnessed the entire communication process between the Snow Monster King Agron and the Lava Giant King Kalamos from beginning to end.
"The cooperation between the two parties is not something too surprising. The wizard leaders had already anticipated this before..." The soul wizard thought silently in his heart.
It is a logical strategy for these two races to temporarily join forces when facing a common external threat.
"But..." He recalled some details of the conversation between Agron and Kalamos, especially the words "strategic weapons" and "saving the world".
"Are the 'strategic weapons' of the Yeti civilization so powerful?" He felt genuinely puzzled.
"Is it actually being entrusted with the hope of 'saving the world'? Although it sounds like it would require the cooperation of the lava giant, since I've witnessed the power of the wizard and still have such confidence, then this thing is definitely not simple..."
However, compared to the destructive power of the strategic weapons whose specific situation is still unknown, he is more puzzled by the attitudes of the two monster kings.
"It feels strange... There must be something I don't know about..."
He thought about it, used witchcraft to reduce his presence, and quietly left the group of snow monsters.
"Just in case, let's inform the camp of this news first so they can make preparations in advance..."
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For ordinary people, two years is enough time for a world to change dramatically.
For wizards, it is just a gap between a few rounds of meditation and experiments.
During these two years, under the coordination of Master Augustine, the wizard camp has been thoroughly strengthened and expanded.
The towering defense towers are like giant steel fingers, reaching into the sky, and the complex composite barrier is like an indestructible iron barrel, perfectly wrapping the entire camp.
The energy core is reinforced by multiple rune formations and can withstand the full force of a fifth-level wizard.
The area of the camp has expanded several times, and the internal facilities have become more and more complete, enough to accommodate more batches of reinforcements.
Jemin spent these two years safely in the camp.
According to the plan, he participated in the task of setting up the nodes of the camp's protective magic array while conducting research in his own laboratory.
What made him even more satisfied was that in the two years before Augustine left, the anxiety and expectations of the wizards in the camp continued to provide him with a large amount of worldly energy.
However, no matter how perfect the preparation is, it cannot stop the established process.
On this day, the entire camp was shrouded in a depressing and solemn atmosphere.
Augustine, the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, was finally ready to leave after completing all the handovers.
Jemin stood on a watchtower high above the camp, and like many other wizards, he looked up at the lead-gray sky of the Flame Frost Plane.
There, a huge, twisted, wound-like crack.
For the past four years, it has been the only channel for the wizard camp to communicate with the outside world.
The circular light faintly visible in the crack is the outer shell of the "ship plane".
It is like a huge "eye" in the sky, hanging quietly above the sky of the Flame Frost Plane.
However, the pupil of this "eye" is now gradually shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Buzz...
Accompanied by a low roar that seemed to be able to distort space itself, the huge crack began to slowly shrink.
The light that made up the pupil gradually dimmed, and the eye-like crack was slowly and irreversibly closing.
The ship plane is leaving the Flame Frost plane.
Jemin could clearly feel that as the plane of the ship carrying Master Augustine moved away, the discomfort he felt became more and more severe.
An invisible repulsive force originating from the plane rules began to envelop his body like an all-pervasive tide.
It was just a slight pressure at first, but as the cracks closed, the pressure continued to increase, as if the entire Flame Frost Plane was consciously rejecting him as an "outsider"!
There was a faint feeling of stagnation inside his body, as if the flow of blood was obstructed, and his mental power became less smooth.
"It's like wearing an autumn shirt inside out, and there are a lot of hair balls growing on the inside of the clothes..." Such an absurd description appeared in Benjamin's mind at an inappropriate time.
He felt uncomfortable all over, with an awkward feeling of discomfort, as if every cell under his skin was complaining.
Until the cracks in the sky completely closed and the light completely disappeared, the sky returned to its lead-gray, depressing color.
The feeling of dimensional rejection also reached a new peak.
Benjamin immediately released alchemy to feel it. He mobilized the mental power in his body and tried to manipulate the elemental fluctuations in the surrounding space according to the principles of alchemy.
He immediately discovered that the difficulty of casting witchcraft was much higher than before.
The element extraction and energy construction that were easy to use before have now become a little slow.
What made him even more troubled was that the effect of witchcraft seemed to be affected, and the leverage ratio of his control over the surrounding elements dropped by nearly 30%!
This means that the actual combat power he could exert in the Flame Frost Plane was reduced by 30% for no reason!
All witchcraft will cost more and be less powerful!
"Oh, do you understand now?"
A soft but smug laugh came from not far away.
Viola appeared beside Benjamin at some point, and her eyes swept over Benjamin with a hint of amusement, as if she found his discomfort very interesting.
"This is plane rejection," Viola said softly to Benjamin, clearing up his confusion. "The reason we didn't feel this level of discomfort before is because of Sir Augustine, the sixth-level wizard. He solidified his own rules and spread them to all wizards like us in the Flame Frost Plane, forming an invisible layer of 'protection'."
She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching the sky, as if she could feel the edge of some invisible rules.
"But now, with his departure, the 'protection' formed by the rules has also disappeared. The wizards present can clearly feel the disadvantages that the 'attacker' has to bear in a serious planar war!"
Planar rejection is a dilemma that can never be avoided when attacking another plane.
Indigenous creatures fighting on their home turf will naturally receive the blessing of the plane's will, while outsiders will be invisibly weakened.
Viola turned her gaze to the wizards in the camp below, who also looked uncomfortable and even a little bit unbelievable.
The corners of her mouth turned up, and there was a strange light in her eyes.
"What an intoxicating view..." she whispered to herself, with an unconcealable satisfaction in her voice.
Seeing the gradually ugly expressions on the faces of the wizards around her, and the invisible "pain" brought about by the physical discomfort, Viola's face even showed an abnormal flush.
Benjamin ignored her morbid joy. He frowned deeply and looked worriedly towards the core area of the Yanyang Realm.
Augustine, a sixth-level wizard, left so decisively that he even put the entire camp in trouble.
It is basically certain that there must be some deeper plan behind this.
"Whether he's trying to lure the enemy deeper, or he has some other bolder and more adventurous ideas..." Benjamin sighed inwardly, "I just hope this wizard Augustine has a little humanity. Otherwise, the situation for us wizards left behind by him will be very dangerous."
Having lost his highest combat power, and being rejected by the plane, his combat power was reduced by 30%. Adding to that the plane's abnormal changes...
All this indicates that the coming war will be far more brutal than they imagined!
(End of this chapter)
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