boyutpedia Chapter 82 Hick's Plan and the Prelude to the Storm!
Chapter 82 Hick's Plan and the Prelude to the Storm!
Hick was calculating in his mind, unaware that his seemingly brilliant move was igniting a terrifying storm far beyond his imagination!
In his eyes, his mentor, Pero Hiss, was nothing more than a novice who had just climbed the threshold of becoming a second-level wizard, and was of very little importance.
After realizing something was wrong, Hick's ultimate goal became exceptionally clear: to use the unfortunate Belon, who had previously been cursed and suppressed by his mentor's witchcraft, to kill Leo and several other white wizard apprentices.
Most importantly, he had to retain the "secret craft" he had learned from his mentor's private library—those meticulously crafted cyborgs.
This thing is irrefutable proof of pointing fingers at the mentor!
If the people in the Eternal Tower aren't blind, a little investigation will reveal who did it.
Moreover, his intention to send Veron to kill Leo was so obvious it was practically a public announcement!
Such blatant targeting is obvious to anyone with a brain in the Eternal Tower; they can sense something fishy going on.
Combined with the "clues" he carefully laid, it would be a sure thing to draw the fire to his mentor, Perot.
How dare a newly promoted second-level wizard try to kill the young master of the Rael family, the precious apprentice of the Tower Master of the Eternal Tower?
If we don't kill Pero, where will the Tower of Eternity and the Rael family's reputation be?
How will they ever be able to survive in the wizarding world again?
Therefore, Hick could almost foresee the fate of his mentor, Pelosi!
However, Hick, who had been so cunning, never dreamed that his seemingly ordinary mentor, Pelo Heath, was not as ordinary as he thought!
His "ordinariness" was merely a misjudgment by Hick.
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A few days later, the dry wind, carrying sand and gravel, stung my face slightly.
Hick sat on the back of the giant eagle-headed bat, his eyes closed, as if he were resting.
"My lord, we've arrived!" Sorey, who was in charge of controlling the bats, whispered a reminder.
Hick slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was an endless, deathly silent golden sea of sand.
A barely perceptible hint of annoyance and helplessness flashed across his eyes.
He really didn't want to come to this godforsaken place.
But there was no way around it; Leo's hot-button corpse was still in his hands, so he had to come.
"Find a sheltered place to rest." Hick's voice was flat.
"Yes, sir!" Sorey immediately manipulated the bat to descend and find a suitable foothold.
Just as Hick and his group arrived at the edge of the desert, anxiously awaiting their mentor's arrival.
On the vast, boundless edge of the Kursk Desert, groups of Eternal Tower wizards, clad in gold-red or white-red robes, floated in the sky above the desert from different directions.
This team boasts an impressive lineup—the Tower Master of the Eternal Tower is present, along with two high-ranking Level 2 Elders from the Rael family, five Level 2 Wizards from the Eternal Tower itself, and dozens of menacing full-fledged Wizards!
This display of force is clearly intended to completely crush that "rat" named Pelo Heath (or should he be called Heath Pelos?) into the yellow sand!
Clearly, the old tower master, who had realized the seriousness of the situation, did not underestimate his opponent in the slightest.
He even used his ultimate insurance policy—a level three archmage who was in deep seclusion was being urgently awakened and could arrive here at any moment!
"Harris, can you sense Leo's presence?"
The old man hovered above the vast sea of sand, his voice low and filled with suppressed anger.
The intense heat emanating from him caused the air below to distort slightly, and even the surface of the sand emitted a faint hissing sound, as if it were about to melt at any moment.
The elder of the Raeles family named Harris closed his eyes, his powerful mental energy sweeping across the sea of sand below like invisible tentacles.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, shook his head with a grim expression:
"No! His presence has been completely sealed off. I'm certain that Leo's... remains are hidden inside some kind of spatial artifact."
Another elder, Rael, gazed at the sea of sand that had swallowed their family's legend, his eyes filled with complex emotions, a mixture of deep-seated hatred and a sense of destiny.
"Who would have thought that the clue we've been searching for all these years would ultimately be pried out of our enemy's mouth..."
His voice was hoarse as he spoke:
"Back then, what a formidable name Lord Qabus Raelus, the 'Fire of Death', was! He was the pillar that held up our Eternal Tower! Even the 'Lord of Silence' of the Silent Forest fell beneath his flames! If it weren't for that damned Hiss Peros..."
The old man who controlled the tower had a sharp, piercing gaze, interrupting the elder's recollection:
"Enough! The glory and regrets of the past will be washed away today with the blood of our enemies! That rat in the gutter thought he could escape reckoning after hiding for decades? He's nothing but a piece of trash who just climbed back to level two! Just wait until he brings out Leo's remains..."
The old man's words came to an abrupt end, but the murderous intent that had almost solidified into a tangible form, like the deathly silence before a volcanic eruption, made the surrounding air feel heavier.
The sand and gravel in the area below were instantly melted by invisible heat into a small piece of dark red glass.
On the other side, Hick was dozing off against a weathered rock, mentally reviewing his plan for any oversights.
"Hick".
A gentle voice suddenly rang in his ear, startling Hick so much that he jumped up abruptly.
His mentor, Pelo Heath, had silently hovered a few meters in front of the camp, wearing his usual warm and welcoming smile.
"Master!" Hick immediately adopted an extremely respectful expression, bowing slightly. "This disciple has not failed in his mission; the task is complete!"
As he spoke, he subconsciously reached for the storage pouch at his waist where Leo's body was kept, preparing to hand over this hot potato as soon as possible.
"No."
The three words from Professor Pelosi, spoken so casually, were like ice water poured over Hick's heart.
He froze, a perfectly timed expression of confusion appearing on his face: "Mentor?"
Professor Perot's smile deepened, but under the scorching desert sun, it inexplicably sent a chill down Hick's spine.
The mentor's voice remained gentle, even carrying a hint of encouragement:
"Come with me."
Hick's heart clenched, as if gripped by an invisible hand. A chill instantly shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, far exceeding the cold of a desert night.
"To...together?" He almost thought he had misheard, and his voice trembled slightly.
That's not how I wrote my script!
The mentor should have taken the corpse, entered the desert alone, and then walked headlong into the inescapable trap of the Tower of Eternity!
Why... why drag him in too?
Professor Perot seemed oblivious to Hick's sudden pallor and the flicker of panic in his eyes. He continued to smile, his gaze fixed on the depths of the desert, as if admiring the scenery.
"Of course, you personally completed the most crucial step, and you deserve the most credit. As your mentor, how could I let you miss this moment of 'witnessing history'?"
Pelosi spoke as casually as if she were discussing a picnic.
"And the Kursk Desert... has some really interesting places. You should check it out."
Hick's mind was buzzing.
The mentor's smile was no longer a gentle pretense in his eyes, but a carefully woven spider web, cold and deadly, waiting for its prey to walk into it.
"To witness...to witness history?"
Hick repeated with difficulty, his throat dry. He desperately tried to find a flaw in his mentor's face, even a trace of anger or murderous intent at being exposed, but there was nothing.
Only that unfathomable calm, and that smile that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Yes, the end of one era and the beginning of another."
"Let's go, Hick," said Professor Perot meaningfully, extending his hand and gracefully pointing into the heart of the desert.
"Yes...it's my mentor."
Hick's voice was as dry as sandpaper.
He forced himself to stand up straight, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and tried his best to maintain a respectful demeanor.
But the coldness and slight trembling of his fingertips betrayed the immense fear in his heart.
Professor Pelosi nodded in satisfaction, her smile seeming even more genuine:
"Very good. This is the kind of student I value. Remember, from now on, stick close to me."
After speaking, Instructor Pero's figure transformed into a blurry streak of light, silently yet swiftly rushing towards the depths of the golden sand sea that had devoured countless lives.
Hick watched the figure disappear behind the dunes, his mind filled with unease about the plan spiraling out of control...
Why should someone as lowly "Level 3 Apprentice" like myself go along? Just so I can broaden my horizons?
"Could it be that the supervisor discovered something?"
At this moment, Hick no longer felt confident of victory; all he felt was intense unease about the situation spiraling out of control!