End of War (Part 2)

Kareda couldn't help but sigh. More than ten years ago, the two of them were lucky enough to fight in the same plane. At that time, as a level-one Magister, he still looked down on Romm, a level-one Paladin who could be considered to be from his hometown.

The status of casters was much higher than that of knights, and they were also much more powerful.

He didn't expect that more than ten years later, the knight he looked down on had already taken a step that most knights couldn't take in their entire lives.

Remembering that a week ago, Romm had even said in front of him that he hadn't taken that step, Kareda wanted to laugh.

Romm's only thought was that he didn't want to fight a level-one Magister head-on.

Although he was a level-two Erdritter, he had just advanced not long ago. Coupled with the infinite unpredictable abilities of casters and a variety of magic items, even if Kareda was only a level-one Magister, he might still be able to fight a level-two Paladin.

At that time, the ones who suffered the most casualties were the ordinary people below.

Since Romm was already a level-two Paladin, it could be explained that the Hall of Knights would never make things difficult for another level-two Paladin just because of the death of a level-one Paladin.

The gap between level-one and level-two was too big. Romm had just broken through. If he stayed still for a few years and fully adapted to the strength of a level-two Paladin, Kareda wouldn't be a match for Romm.

Kareda was already old, and his lifespan was probably less than 150 years. If he couldn't make a breakthrough again, he would most likely turn into a handful of soil after more than a hundred years.

Romm, on the other hand, was different. He had just advanced to a level-two creature, and his original foundation had undergone a qualitative sublimation.

Although an Erdritter couldn't live as long as the earth, compared to a level-one Paladin's lifespan of just over two hundred years, his lifespan had skyrocketed by five times.

The theoretical lifespan of a level-two Paladin was 1,500 years. Of course, it was only in theory. Most well-cultivated Erdritters could live for more than a thousand years without any problem.

The Kingdom of Faustian would prosper!

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In the palace, the battle had already stopped.

The Shalorian king was directly dismembered by the Faustian soldiers. Many of the soldiers grabbed a piece of the old king's body and excitedly prepared to receive the reward after the battle.

Some of the soldiers who didn't manage to grab it took advantage of the inattention of others to snatch it away or fight it out. The scene was very lively.

Amidst the chaos, Marquis Felippe's corpse was left intact. There was a scratch from his chin to his neck, but he didn't feel much pain before he lost consciousness.

It was already dawn, and the first ray of sunlight from the east shone on Kenzir as he walked to the main hall of Shalor's palace. His silhouette was elongated by the morning sun.

A sword was inserted into the throne, and with the help of a Magician's Sound Amplification Spell, Kenzir's voice echoed throughout the city of Audis. "Shalor, perish!" Impetus circulated in his chest, and Kenzir's voice was full of passion and passion.

The war between the two countries finally came to an end with the destruction of Shalor.

At this moment, around Audis, countless pieces of news were transmitted to the surrounding countries through various channels.

Aomar was the first to know about it. Half a day after Kenzir's words fell, a convoy of envoys from Aomar set off for the royal capital of Faustian.

Faustian wanted to expand its territory in Shalor, but it couldn't do so without the orders of the suzerain, Aomar.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Haha!"

"Ah! Haha! "

"Oh!"

"..."

At this moment, countless Faustian soldiers heard Kenzir's declaration. They threw their weapons excitedly and shouted at the sky.

This war had been going on for too long. Almost all the younger generation of Faustian had dedicated their youth to the country.

The average lifespan was only 50 years, and the war that lasted for six years was enough to turn teenagers into young men, young men into middle-aged men, and middle-aged men into old men.

Every Faustian soldier who heard Kenzir's soul-stirring declaration let out a long roar that had been suppressed in their hearts for a long time, especially the veterans.

Soldiers like Locke, who had joined the army since the beginning of the war, felt it deeply and passionately at this moment.

"It's over." Locke sighed at the sky outside the city. He was facing the west. Through the early morning sunlight, Locke's gaze seemed to pass through the mountains, across the plains and through the forest, and saw the small village located in the southwest of Faustian.

Locke couldn't help but wonder if his parents and sister would be waiting for him at the entrance of the village.

In the blink of an eye, the war was about to end. For some reason, a little tear squeezed out of the corner of Locke's eyes.

In the palace, the remaining Shalorians had given up resisting.

The Faustian soldiers didn't make things too difficult for them. As long as they put down their weapons and squatted in the corner, the Faustian soldiers would ignore them.

Now, the soldiers were very busy. If it wasn't a big vase, it would be a treasure chest. The palace was indeed the wealthiest place in the world. Just by bending down to pick up a random piece of dirt, it was something that couldn't be found outside.

There was chaos, but most of the soldiers were orderly. After all, they belonged to the regular army. Although the soldiers would also hide some of their belongings, they wouldn't do it too obviously. At most, their pockets would be bulging.

Kenzir had ordered the three major corps to withdraw from the palace in an orderly manner, leaving only one or two corps to participate in the plundering of the palace. The vast urban area of Audis outside the palace was the Faustian army's place of plunder.

After Kareda flew down from the clouds, he flew straight to a certain underground palace in the deepest part of the palace.

The underground palace was empty, leaving behind only a mess. It seemed that a lot of people had been here before.

Kareda, who entered the underground palace, didn't say a word. The stone doors in front of him rose and fell automatically, opening up a path for him. This was the magic of magic.

When he finally reached the innermost part of the underground palace, he could vaguely hear someone's voice.

After the last stone door opened, the situation inside was revealed.

There were many strange metal racks in the 50-square-metre hall, and tadpole-like runes were engraved around the walls of the room. In the middle of the hall stood three casters in black hoods.

The caster who seemed to be the leader of the three saw Kareda walk in after the stone door opened. He stepped forward and greeted, "Master."

"Yes," Kareda responded. The one who greeted him was his last disciple, 'Yellow and White Warlock' Maris, who was also Magus Kareda's most valued disciple.

The remaining two were Maris's alchemy apprentices. They were Kareda's grand-disciples.

"Have the royals all left?" asked Kareda.

"They've all left," replied Maris. The reason why the underground palace was in such a mess was because members of the royal family had left through the portal here for a month with countless treasures from Shalor.

"Hmm..." Kareda was silent for a long time before he said, "Let's go too!"

As Kareda chanted a mysterious and chaotic spell, the surrounding elemental fluctuations suddenly became violent. However, they were deep underground, and with some precautionary measures, the Faustian soldiers who were searching on the ground didn't notice the movement underground.

A white spot of light appeared in the centre of the metal door in the centre of the hall. Finally, the spot of light grew larger and larger, turning into a white vortex that stabilized in the metal door frame.

The portal could only be activated five times a day, and that was only for ordinary casters. Kareda was obviously not in this category.

After taking one last look around, Kareda took the lead and stepped into the portal. He was followed by his two grand-disciples, and finally Maris.

When it came to feelings for Shalor, Maris wasn't bad either. He was a Shalorian through and through. From the very beginning, when he first started practicing magic, he had the idea of contributing to the country.

In the past decade, Shalor's magic had become stronger. In addition to Kareda, the pillar of magic, the remaining 30% of the increase came from the creation of the alchemy warlock.

With mixed feelings, Maris touched the land of Shalor, grabbed a handful of soil and put it into his spatial ring. He then followed his mentor into the portal.

The moment Maris stepped into the portal, the white vortex disappeared.

In Audis, the Faustians, who were the victors, celebrated for three days. These three days represented the fall of the old dynasty and the establishment of a new ruler.

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