Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 596: Chapter 394: Entering Tevalon

Hill fell silent for a while before speaking, ”You should go back.”

Hogan was stunned and quickly responded, ”As a mage of Tevalon, even if you are level 19, you must obey the command of the kingdom.”

Hill didn’t know if he was pretending not to hear or was truly naive.

The tone of Hill’s voice was clearly not that of the original Santos, nor did it sound like him. Santos, because of his lifelong struggle to become a priest, always had that kind of peaceful and deep voice.

Moreover, if it were him, even if he hated the family he was born into and those nobles who mocked and laughed at him as being worse than a bastard, Santos, who had great reverence for the God of Travel since he was young, actually was very willing to dedicate his power to his Main God.

Otherwise, facing a powerful mage who was likely already level 19, the summoning method of Tevalon wouldn’t have been so simple, sending a level 12 mage without any gifts and daring to issue orders.

Even if they believed that this Mage Santos might have already perished, as long as there was a one percent chance that he was still alive, they shouldn’t have been so disrespectful.

A level 17 mage was already very powerful among humans.

Watching the junior mage named Hogan’s face change colors, Hill chuckled coldly several times.

”Mage Santos is no longer of this world, I am his student, Oberon Fran,” Hill stated without blinking, ”I have reached level 20 and do not need to listen to such pointless orders.

According to tradition, before becoming a legend, I never received any benefits from Tevalon, so there’s no need for me to fight on Tevalon’s behalf.

As for my teacher, you might try looking for him in another world.”

”But this isn’t the God War!” Hogan, upon hearing that Hill had reached level 20, instantly displayed the powerful ability of a chameleon, his face first showing shock, then joy, and finally turning to anger, ”This isn’t just for the glory of our lord! Those demonic forces penetrate everywhere; no one can resist alone! Even if Mr. Fran is a level 20 Legendary Mage, he is no different!

If Tevalon is destroyed, Mr. Fran will also have no place to be buried.

Without the support of the Temple, a Legendary Mage will not be able to survive this crisis that sweeps across the entire world!”

Hill waved his hand and flung the angry Hogan and his followers out of the forest, ”No matter, I would rather face it alone. Everyone knows what happened to Mage Santos.

I won’t sell my life for Tevalon, this place now belongs to me!

If you send someone again next time, and they are as rude as you, I won’t be so polite!”

Hogan stood stupefied for a while, still not giving up, shouting loudly from outside the forest about the threat of the demonic forces from foreign lands, warning Hill that it was absolutely impossible for him to survive independently of Tevalon.

”I can’t just take your word for it,” Hill said in a low voice, ”The people of Tevalon are not to be trusted.”

With just a brief probe, Hill knew that the major task that Santos had embarked on previously was not unrelated to the Tevalon’s officials.

This level 17 mage died quietly, not even one apprentice survived to return.

Hogan, now an Archmage, a level 12 mage in any place was not bad, but he completely saw himself as a vassal of the Temple.

Hill suddenly understood that Mage Santos was actually a very lucid person.

Although he had many magic books, he even had more ordinary books, especially the history books of various countries and the various biographies of deities, which he collected comprehensively.

Hill didn’t know whether he had noticed something wrong and therefore deliberately collected information for investigation, but he must have shown the desire to seek the truth of the world.

Hill had just thought a while ago, how could there be no mages who noticed the problem.

The higher the mage’s level, the closer to the true nature of the world they get.

This Mage Santos, if he could become a legend, after seeing some of the Law Lines, he might have been one of The Wise Ones who realized something was wrong; he had collected too many books.

Even the fabricated history would reveal quite a bit of truth.

Hogan left in a rolling and crawling manner; it seemed the officials of Tevalon all knew there was something fishy about the disaster that Santos encountered.

But Hill believed that they definitely didn’t know the deepest reasons, so there must have been other overt reasons for Santos’s misfortune.

The Bawudong Family, or could it be that appealing Advanced Magic Book of his?

It couldn’t be the command of any deities that Santos met with this outcome. The one pulling the strings from behind couldn’t be that foolish, nor would they have the energy to monitor every lucid person.

It was likely his inadvertent revelation of pursuing the world’s reality, the few words he said while teaching the apprentices, that caused him to encounter misfortune.

This world has the Goddess of Misfortune, of course; in reality, that’s exactly who she is.

Just by slightly manipulating the Law of Curse for everyone who says the key words, Santos could not escape this disaster.

However, this mastermind was really bold to provoke even the Goddess of Misfortune; should she find out, she would never let it rest.

Hill sighed; if only Mage Santos had a bit more money, it would have been better. The Isolation Array on his former Magic Tower was practically useless.

And those arrays had many flaws; the Alchemy in this world had likely been tampered with as well. At first, Hill thought it was just that Santos couldn’t afford better Magic Arrays, but the reality might be that this world lacked such intricate arrays.

A portion of alchemy knowledge had been concealed.

Hill stood up and looked into the distance.

Soon, this place would enter a climate of icy desolation.

If Tevalon wanted his legendary combat power, they would have to provide an explanation for what happened to Santos. Hill hoped the reasons they gave wouldn’t be so foolish that he couldn’t even pretend to believe them.

So either they had to find a real culprit to present to Hill upfront, or they’d have to drag it out until after the snow melted before coming up with a plausible excuse.

However, since the God of Travel belonged to the Neutral Faction, the Undead Tribe definitely wouldn’t consider Tevalon as their primary target.

Unless Tevalon recklessly sought out the Undead Tribe, that would be a death wish, and even the God of Travel’s intervention would be useless.

Hill thought for a moment. If he were a mage who knew nothing, yet suddenly heard that this world was being invaded by demons from another realm, the most realistic reaction would be to go out and look for some clues.

He turned around, opened his wardrobe, and picked out a black, loose-fitting robe adorned with a mid-level magic array, donned a large hood, and equipped a pair of gloves reinforced with silk and inlaid with various magic gems.

The most common weapon for mages in this world was exactly this type of glove.

At first, Hill didn’t understand why they didn’t use seal rings, a tradition brought by elf mages which mages from other worlds seemed to favor as well.

It was only after he crafted dozens of sets that he understood they were very suitable for mages without much money.

There was no need to discard the old gems when advancing in rank and acquiring better inlay materials.

They just had to replace the gems at the corresponding spots on the gloves.

Whereas the Teraxil type of seal rings required fusing the gems together using alchemy, and upon advancement, one needed to completely replace the original ones.

Mages in this world could even sell the exchanged gems for resources they needed.

In a world dominated by deities, resources were likely all occupied by the Temple.

Thus, mages could only live so pitifully.

Although Hill made these gloves quite exquisite, airy, and delicate, he still felt uncomfortable wearing them.

It was probably psychological.

Having studied the books for so long, Hill had found that the heritage of mages in this world appeared abruptly, without any process of development.

There was a Deity of Mages who felt that the world needed mages and so he bestowed such Divine Grace.

But for imparting knowledge that only deities could comprehend to humans, he was punished by the World Will and completely fell.

Hill simply believed that this was a story concocted by the gods behind this world, hoping to integrate mages into their simulation of divine life.

Once a position like that of the Deity of Mages emerged, it would undoubtedly attract the attention of many archmages proficient in prophecy techniques, so the deity had to be a pretense.

He of course could only meet a dead end; otherwise, if humans were to worship this position every day, this experimental field would probably have long been bombarded into oblivion by countless meteor showers.

However, even having fallen into such a secondary position, the world still had Legendary Mages and clever individuals like Santos who became problematic because of their acuteness and ended up targeted for elimination.

Hill declined Alice’s request to follow him, opened the window, and flew out directly.

Mage Hogan had already boarded the carriage parked outside the forest and was leaving rapidly with the escort of his attendants.

Hill didn’t understand why he bothered with these attendants; in a pinch, they wouldn’t even serve as human shields.

Hill flew in the sky, trailing behind Hogan’s carriage, and eventually arrived at a very bustling large city.

He could finally understand why it was said that in the God of Travel’s nation, the status of merchants was considered high.

It was a city heavy with commercial atmosphere, where various signs on the tall buildings shone with multicolored lights.

There were as many as five complete shopping streets, with spacious roads and a multitude of pedestrians.

The people walking on the streets seemed to have a fairly decent life; though not all were dressed glamorously, at least they were presentably clothed and had normal complexions.

Of course, there were slums, but they were not places where people just waited to die without a chance for survival.

Just houses in disrepair, inhabitants dressed in tattered clothes, faces a bit grim, but still living life with some semblance of feeling.

Hill landed outside the city gate, adjusted his hood, and walked slowly into the city.

Just like Hogan could ride his carriage directly into the city, Hill, wearing his hood and gloves sparkling with magic gemstones, entered without anyone stopping him.