Black Hearted Mage

Chapter 241 The Destruction of the Lizard People

The entire volcanic cave seemed to tremble as the old elf chanted the incantation with such passion and grandeur that the entire cavern trembled. The originally warm air, as if drawn by a mysterious force, began to cool drastically.

In just a moment, the heat within the cave dissipated as quickly as the tide, replaced by a biting chill. When the first snow-white frost flower quietly bloomed on the cave wall, the chill had already spread rapidly through the cave like a plague.

At that moment, a snowflake, like a dancing fairy, lightly fell in mid-air. It was so beautiful, so crystal clear, like a spirit from a dream. However, this seemingly pure and flawless snowflake contained endless murderous intent.

As the snowflakes fell, the frost, like a ferocious beast, raged through the caves. Wherever it passed, everything was frozen solid as iron. The lizardmen, previously lurking in the shadows, were nowhere to hide, their stealth skills rendered useless by the frigid cold.

Faced with this terrifying frost, the lizardmen were terrified and fled in panic, deep into the cave. However, some lizardmen were slow to react, and their feet were firmly trapped by the ice, unable to move. What awaited them was a merciless rain of frost arrows.

At the same time, the magic archers also began to demonstrate their powerful long-range attack capabilities. They aimed precisely at the distant targets, and each arrow streaked out like lightning, accurately hitting the lizardmen. Under this powerful firepower suppression, the speed of the advance was once again significantly increased.

The little black snake was afraid of the cold, and it curled up and shivered. Seeing this, Caesar quickly and carefully placed it into the fur in his backpack, hoping to give it some warmth.

As a cold-blooded species, the Lizardmen were far more terrified of the cold than ordinary humans. The low temperature not only slowed their blood flow, making their movements abnormally slow, but also weakened their strength, leaving them completely at a disadvantage in battle.

The elven magicians moved forward in unison, skillfully casting freezing spells and ice arrows. These powerful spells poured down like hail, mercilessly hitting the lizardmen.

The magicians who could not cast ice spells were responsible for detecting life and marking the lizardmen with magic. They used their keen perception to search for signs of life around them, ensuring that no lizardmen could escape the pursuit of the elven magicians.

The elemental elves demonstrated an absolute advantage in this battle, their attack on the lizardmen was a brutal massacre. However, the lizardmen were not completely defenseless. After all, they were descendants of the demon race and had always cherished the fantasy of establishing a connection with the demon world.

The Lizardmen yearn to gain greater strength to conquer the Roland Continent and enslave other races. Although they are currently at a disadvantage, their determination and ambition have not diminished.

Thanks to the Elven Mage Corps' efficient hunting, the number of Lizardmen continued to decrease, and the Elven Mage Corps' advance speed became faster and faster. Finally, deep in the volcanic cave, two huge, indescribably fat demon dogs appeared in everyone's sight.

These two demon dogs were originally the demon tribe's hunting dogs, possessing an extremely keen sense of smell, astonishing running speed, and being extremely ferocious. However, now, they are being raised like livestock by the lizardmen.

"You two brothers are really fat, you damn dog!"

Caesars gazed at the two demon dogs from afar, a playful smile playing on his face. Despite the distance, the demon dogs' dark red skin was still clearly visible. He teased the gaping puppies while teasing the two fat demon dogs, seemingly paying them no mind at all.

The puppy shook its head vigorously, and it seemed to be shocked by the obesity of the demon dog.

Demon dogs originate from the Abyssal Plane and were later brought to the Demon Realm by the demons for breeding. They are hunting dogs with a lean build and long muzzles. Although the two demon dogs are now a bit overweight, their heads have not changed much. Demon dogs' teeth are naturally endowed with piercing, magic-breaking, and tearing properties. These properties of the demon dogs' fangs are responsible for Caesar's injuries and the difficulty they heal.

Several robed lizardmen appeared, signaling the start of the final, desperate struggle. The lizardmen chanted incomprehensible spells, and strange magical fluctuations emanated from the cave. Their eyes began to turn red, their turquoise skin began to flush, and the muscles beneath their skin bulged.

Several old elemental elves were prepared. They chanted the forbidden spell at the same time - Ice Storm, which is the most powerful group spell in the ice spell.

The bone-chilling cold was a bit too much for Kaisas to bear. Old Ethan smiled and waved at him, saying, "Kaisas, take the fat dog and retreat to the back. The magic shield can't withstand such low temperatures, and your little black snake will be frozen to death!"

Caesars nodded. The mage's magic shield underwent a qualitative change. Although it was still verbally called a magic shield, it was actually called an elemental barrier. When he turned to retreat, he found that the greedy puppy was already thirty or forty meters behind him.

In the Elf Mage Corps, the weakest ones are all Magi, which makes Caesars feel that his own strength is too low.

Over an hour later, the lizardmen in the volcanic cave were cleared out. Since there was no wealth or cultivation resources here, the puppy became the biggest beneficiary. After the fat dog devoured the demon bloodline, the high-level demonic patterns on its body also subtly changed. The most obvious change was the appearance of some scarlet lines on its dark red fur.

Half a day later, Caesars returned to the crater on a Nighthawk. The three old elves examined his body thoroughly, inside and out. Curious about the scales on Caesars's wound, they felt and examined them repeatedly, practically plucking the dark golden scales with their large pliers.

"Boy, you really have a strong physique. You can walk around in just one day. The elves that were injured by the demon dog's teeth back then had to lie down for at least half a day before they could get up!"

Crassus took a look and gave his opinion.

"Caesars, did old Ethan take action with his staff?" asked the snow-white-haired Destro.

"High Priest, Old Ethan just used his staff to create a protective shield and didn't cast any other spells!" Caesars replied.

"Destro, without a strong enemy, the staff of arcane shock is useless. When I held it, I was a holy mage, and a single spell could destroy an entire volcanic island. If I had a staff like this back then, we wouldn't have to wait for over ten thousand years to deal with the demons!"

The three old elves talked and laughed about the past, about Riven's past, about the origin of the demons, and about the real reason why the demons invaded Roland Continent.

The next day, after a day absorbing magic energy in the pool, Caesars was nearly healed. The scales on his back began to fall off. They were slightly curled, and had turned from dark gold to a grayish-black. The three old elves divided the scales among themselves, delighted as if they had found a treasure.

After returning to Violet City, Caesars chose a quieter and more introverted lifestyle - quietly recuperating and continuing his meditation practice.

During his encounters with the Elven Mage Corps, Caesars came to realize his own shortcomings. The powerful magic and exquisite skills displayed by that luxurious team of magicians and wizards made him feel that he still had a long way to go.

Although the old man, Rad, had been lingering in the realm of low-level magicians for about twenty years, he now seemed to be showing signs of breaking through to the mid-level. To focus on his own cultivation, Rad entrusted his dozen or so students to Caesars. Then, like a hermit, he retreated to his farm to meditate in seclusion.

Caesars wasn't very familiar with Rad's students. Aside from Little Nivea, he knew almost nothing about the others. Fortunately, he didn't need to teach them magical theory; his only task was to answer any questions they encountered during their magical training.

Among all of Rad's students, the strongest was only a high-level magic apprentice. For a great magician like Caesars, dealing with these students' problems was not a difficult task.

Entering the Bano family's yard from the backyard, Caesars not only saw a dozen magic apprentices, but also Emily and little Amy.

"I'll come over every afternoon. If you have any questions about magic training, just ask me. If there's an emergency, you can ask Amy and Emily to call me. Don't enter the east yard without permission. There are four golden-eyed black snakes there!"

As soon as Caesars finished speaking, more than a dozen students were not surprised by the golden-eyed black snake. It should be that Rad had reminded them long ago.

A magic apprentice suddenly stood up. He was slightly older than Caesars and asked, "Mr. Caesars, are you really a great magician?"

"Yes, I am a great magician!"

"Mr. Caesar, why were you able to be promoted so quickly? We are of the same age, but I am still just a senior magic apprentice?" After hearing Caesar's affirmative answer, Rad's student continued to ask.

"Everyone has the same magical talent, but talent only determines a person's starting point. Hard work is essential. When I was a magic apprentice, I meditated for over ten hours a day. Except for eating and sleeping, I meditated all the time. Secondly, cultivation resources are essential: alchemical potions and magic crystals that aid in cultivation. Sufficient cultivation resources, coupled with diligent meditation, have made me who I am today!"

Rad's students were shocked to hear that Caesars meditated for over ten hours a day. They were all children of the nobility, and after returning home every day they had to socialize with the nobility, leaving them with very little time for meditation.

After answering a few questions about magic, Caesars returned to his small stone house. At this time, Lacia, wearing a long linen dress, followed him.

"Mr. Caesar, how is the matter you promised to find out for me going?" Lecia looked at Caesar expectantly, her eyes revealing eagerness and anxiety.

However, facing Lecia's question, Caesars was suddenly stunned, his mind blank. He scratched his head awkwardly and stammered, "Uh... I seem to have... forgotten about this!"

Lecia's expression instantly darkened. She stared at Caesar with wide eyes, as if she couldn't believe he was so irresponsible. Seeing this, Caesar felt guilty and quickly explained, "Don't be angry, Lecia. I'll go get Hawkeye right away. Wait a moment, and you can ask him yourself then."

After saying this, Caesars hurriedly took out the magic communication stone and contacted the Hawkeye boss in Violet City. After some communication, the boss said that he would immediately send an insider to help Lecia understand what she wanted to know.

Time ticked by, the afternoon sun gradually setting in the west. Finally, a carriage slowly approached and stopped at the back gate of the mansion. The curtains parted, and a figure in leather armor stepped out. He was tall, his steps steady, and a sharp dagger hung at his waist.

The mysterious visitor walked to the door to the backyard and gently knocked on the thick and sturdy door.

Caesars opened the sturdy courtyard gate. His hair was slightly graying. Although he didn't carry a special weapon, he was definitely an archer. Because assassins don't just carry one dagger, they carry at least two.

"Lecia, someone is coming, come here quickly!"

Caesars stood in front of the small stone house in the west, shouting Lecia's name loudly towards the house, and Lecia's response came from inside the house.

The puppy came running from the far side of the lawn like lightning, its chubby body rolling rapidly on the grass. It was obvious that the puppy was looking forward to seeing Caesar's visitor, because it knew that whenever there were guests, Caesar would always treat them with tea and snacks. And this greedy puppy came for those delicious snacks.

At that moment, Lacia, dressed in a long linen dress, hurried out of the stone house. Her steps were light and graceful, like a gentle breeze. Lacia walked straight to the small stone house where Caesars was, a joyful smile on her face.

After entering the small stone house, Lecia found the furnishings very sparse. Besides the table and chairs, there was only a thick, soft animal hide mat. However, this did not affect the three people's conversation. They all sat on the chairs and began to chat happily.

Caesars enthusiastically brought out tea and snacks for the guests and placed them on the table. Seeing this, the puppy immediately put on a pitiful look, staring at the snacks with its eyes fixed, whimpering from time to time, as if asking Caesars for more.

Caesars was amused by the puppy's pitiful appearance. He smiled and picked out a few pieces of snacks and handed them to the puppy. The puppy happily accepted the snacks and began to eat them ravenously. In a short while, it had eaten all the snacks clean, then walked out of the stone house, wagging its stubby tail with satisfaction.

The clever puppy did not run away. It stood guard at the door of the stone house, waiting quietly. It was not there to guard the stone house, but because it knew that when the guests left, the snacks left on the table would belong to it.