The Wizard World

"Greetings, master, I’m a sword demon. My name is Gastro," one of them spoke in the ancient language; it seemed like he was still intelligent.

"A sword demon?" Angele was a bit surprised.

"Yes, the great Vapor gave us the power—creatures with such power are called sword demons," the man quickly explained. "Master, do you want just the painting or the whole stone?"

"Yeah, take the whole thing for me. I want to put it into my mirror." Angele nodded.

"My pleasure." The sword demons stood up and walked to the painting. They removed the part of the stones to make thing easier.

Around 10 seconds later, the three sword demons started lifting up the stone together.

The floor shook slightly as the stone was lifted.

Angele took out the mirror and threw it into the air.

The black mirror rotated in the air and floated by the stone. The mirror expanded and it turned into a five-meter-tall black mirror.

"Try to send the stone into the mirror."

"Yes, Master."

The three sword demons moved the stone to the mirror carefully.

The stone sank into the mirror without any problem.

"Won’t it break if we just throw it in like that?" a male sword demon wondered.

"It’ll be fine. There’s no gravity in the mirror, everything is just floating," Angele explained. "Thanks for your help, here are some rewards for you." He released three rays of red light.

The red rays flew to the heads of the sword demons and sank into their foreheads. The red light over the sword demon who communicated with Angele was more intense than the others.

The sword demons’ muscles started growing after the red rays entered their bodies. Their skin was hardened and red shells appeared on their bodies. Their power was greatly increased within seconds.

The sword demons kneeled and shouted, "Thank you, Master!"

Angele nodded as the mirror shrank. He jumped into the air and flew to the dimension channel.

’I scored a strange stone with a painting in it, not bad. I wonder if this is the creation of the merged realm power or the realm channel to the realm that was recorded in the ancient book... Anyway, I should study the painting later.’ Angele tied the mirror to his belt carefully.

He wasted no time and flew to the dimension fissure at full speed.

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Three days later.

On a green plain somewhere in the northeast of the central continent.

Under the dark sky.

The plain looked like a large piece of green leather paper with a gray string moving on it.

The gray string was a caravan with black carriages pulled by bulls with three horns. There were seven carriages in the team and each carriage could fit five people, however, there was no coachman controlling any of the carriages.

In the leading carriage, there was a young man in a black robe sitting inside, staring at the plain through the window.

There was no one in the area around the caravan.

The dried trees on the plain were just standing there quietly and there were still dried leaves attached to their branches.

By the end of the horizon, there was a gray tornado spinning slowly, the tornado connected the land to the sky.

The tornado was so large that it filled up Angele’s sight. It looked like a large cylinder that was extremely wide.

"That’s the Nicolas Abyssal Tornado," a crisp female voice came from the side.

"It’s incredible..." Angele praised with a nod. "What’s the diameter of this tornado? Has anyone done the calculation?"

There was a young woman in a purple dress and a pair of purple tights sitting on the left of Angele. Her face was so beautiful that it almost looked like it was not natural, and her long blonde hair trailed over her shoulders.

The woman sat in the carriage with a smile on her face. There was only a low wooden table between her and Angele; she leaned against the wall, also looking at the tornado.

"I’ve read about the diameter of the tornado from some random books. Some say that the tornado has a diameter of 1.6 million meters but there’s also information indicating that the diameter should be 1.98 million meters. However, the most recognized number was from the last Mirror Lord—2.5 million and 6.5 thousand meters."

"2.5 million and 6.5 thousand meters?" Angele repeated the number. The scale used in this world was slightly different, so after Angele did some calculations, he found that the number would be 764 kilometers if it was on Earth.

"Many wizards who were good at this validated the number through some special techniques. I think this should be the right number." The woman nodded. "We need to pass through that tornado. We’re counting on you, Master Green."

"Just call me Green, Fir." Angele smiled. "How long until we leave the central continent?"

"I just checked." Fir took out a small red plate and looked at the map carefully. "We just got on the road, it’ll take us around two months to leave the central plain. We can see the tornado from here because of its size. We’ll reach the edge of it soon."

"The only thing we’ll be able to see by that time will be the tornado," Angele agreed.

"You’re right." Fir straightened her back and slowly stood up. "I’ll check on the other masters; I need to do some preparations. The wind around the tornado is extremely strong and it’s nearly impossible for us to increase our speed. We need to move to the right of the tornado and slowly move through it. I trust you, but I think we need to prepare for the worst."

"Go ahead." Angele nodded.

"Thank you." Fir bowed to Angele, jumped off the carriage, and walked to other carriages.

Angele felt relieved after Fir left.

’I wonder what Vivian is thinking... She assigned me a fiancée, but we don’t have to travel in the same carriage...’ Angele shook his head speechlessly and looked at the tornado again.

The members of the Elemental Hand that decided to leave the central continent were fewer than Angele expected.

Most of the wizards did not agree with Angele’s idea, they did not want to leave the central continent. They realized that the elders already decided to leave, so some of them joined the alliance and stayed in the garden. There were also wizards who decided to go to the White City Alliance. Only around 40 people decided to leave with the elders council.

However, the trip to the destination was long and dangerous, so the elders decided to ask the weak ones to leave the team. Only around 30 people joined the caravan.

Fir was the granddaughter of Vivian’s old friend. All her relatives died during the war, and she decided to leave with the elder council after hearing about the situation. There were many people like her in the caravan; their gender and age varied. Vivian decided to take all of them with the team.

Fir was a nice woman, she had good manners and her appearance was attractive so Vivian treated her like Angele’s fiancée.

Angele was in the leading carriage because he knew the way. The rest of the people were in other carriages and most of them were relatives of the elders.

He peeked outside the window; the plain was empty and there was no living being in his sight. The chilling wind was blowing through the window.

Suddenly, a gentle white light appeared on the back of his hand and he heard a familiar voice echoing in his ears.

"Green, have you left the central plain yet? Where are you now?"

"Reyline, you just became the area leader of the wizard guild, right? I thought you would have no time to send me messages now." Angele chuckled.

"Well, I wanted to talk to you before you go too far away from the central continent." Reyline chuckled as well. "I didn’t know you would leave this area. It might be a wise choice, just like Stigma—he left the area a long time ago. I wonder how he’s doing now. Ah, one more thing, thank you for helping our friends secure their positions in the garden."

"Come on, don’t worry about it. Actually, the central continent is not as dangerous as you think now," Angele responded.

"I don’t think so. Although the Dark Wizard Tower is gone, no one believes what’s happening to Rayton Highland. People feel that they’re safe in the garden and that’s all they need," Reyline disagreed.

Angele decided to change the topic; they talked about the interesting events that happened to the alliance recently.

"I wonder if we can meet each other again..." Reyline suddenly became sad and the atmosphere got heavy.

"You must work your way up then. I won’t die earlier than you, so..." Angele joked.

"These should be my words. Remember the day we arrived on the central continent? We were so naive that we didn’t know anything about the future. However, we’re now leaders in big organizations. Time really flies."

"Yeah. Did you send the items I gave you to Hikari?"

"Of course. I didn’t open it. Are you two..." Reyline lowered his voice and laughed.

"No... Come on. Alright, just save my communication rune in your rune book so that you don’t lose it. We can still talk after I get back. I’ll slap your face if you lose it."

"Come on, you’re stronger than me now but it doesn’t mean that you’ll be stronger than me forever," Reyline responded.

"You know nothing about my power. Ha, it will take you centuries to reach my level—"

*CHI*

Suddenly, the conversation ended and the smile disappeared from Angele’s face.

The only thing he could hear from the communication rune was static.

’The tornado interrupted our conversation... the energy waves are...’ Angele thought but he realized that he probably would never be able to meet Reyline again.

Although things like this had happened many times, Angele still felt a bit depressed.

Angele lowered his hands and looked at the plain. The gentle wind blew over his face, he calmed down and felt relaxed.