595: Chapter 393: Sudden News of the Undead Tribe 595: Chapter 393: Sudden News of the Undead Tribe Fran was fortunate to have three months of adaptation time.
The script of this world, which was the common language taught to humans by the elves, posed absolutely no barrier to Fran.
On the contrary, Teraxil’s common script was somewhat troublesome since it came from Elves and was overly eloquent, favoring the use of many modifiers.
Beyond studying spells, Fran endeavored to transcribe some history books; though these were also in the noble’s script, they were much more concise than those of Teraxil, at least not pursuing any type of rhyme scheme.
Saral had actually made considerable improvements in this regard; after all, the King who founded the nation was notoriously brusque, likely driving away those inclined toward the literary arts with his pugnacity.
But even so, the official written language that Fran was accustomed to was really very complex.
Though William continually sought to simplify this bureaucratic language, other nations resolutely refused.
Saral’s nobles reacted vehemently as well; they had already been derided as crude by other nations for a thousand years and had begun to pursue art and similar refinements.
The nobles’ emphatic opposition led William to eventually decide to allow only the commoners to learn the streamlined official documents, letting the nobility continue their traditions.
When the King’s decree was issued, Fran told Hill that within 50 years, unless the nobles interacted only among themselves, they would eventually have to learn to change.
Thus, Fran had already been studying for a while, but the people with whom he usually corresponded through writing were still either nobles or mages, so his style of writing remained habitually lavish.
Arriving in this world, Fran needed to be more cautious.
However, he felt that this was the true common language; aside from the elves, which race would use so many rich adjectives for the sake of rhyming!
The history of this world, Fran thought, was a joke.
The Undead Tribe might think they were playing a game within a game, named ‘Felunryel Continent’.
This uninspired name really left Fran without even the desire to scoff.
The deities of this world had probably all become puppets to the Laws.
If even one awoke from slumber, falling into evil wouldn’t count for much; bringing the entire continent into the Abyss was the most likely outcome.
The life of mages on this continent was difficult but normal; they could hardly control any Law, even if they reached level 20 and became so-called ‘Legendary.’
So they could only live like those legendary mages of Teraxil, muddling through life blindly.
But Fran always felt that not all mages were blind to the true nature of the world; were they killed?
The rise and fall of every nation depended solely on whether the deities behind them grew stronger or weaker.
Even a deity might inexplicably fall into a deep sleep for hundreds of years, and by the time he awoke, the nation that worshipped him had crumbled into ruins.
Then he would have to find those followers who wandered the wilderness, return to their homeland, and rebuild the kingdom.
The painful rebuild, the laborious development, and finally, prosperity and thriving.
Then they would seek revenge against the nation that had shamelessly attacked them while they slept.
The result of the life-and-death struggle between the two nations would be a final desperate battle between the two deities.
The victor eradicates all, while the loser and their followers turn to ash together.
Then, after a few hundred to a thousand years, a reincarnation of the defeated might emerge, setting onto the path to divinity and restarting the wars again.
Some deities with deep hostilities might even have walked through the mortal realm several times!
The funniest part is that no deity in this world attacks the one who is on the path of becoming a god.
It is said this is prohibited by the World Will.
The World Will specifically forbids attacking during the ascension to the Divine Throne!
This is the same in any world!
That’s because, during the ascension, a deity fully merges with the Law they represent; to attack a deity at this moment is essentially to attack the Law itself.
How could that be permitted?
He learned all the Level 0 tricks, as well as non-elemental spells below Level 10, which are likely called the Energy Shaping School here.
Fran also tried learning some Energy Shaping Spells, but perhaps because he was used to communicating directly with Laws when casting, it always felt awkward.
What should be a mere thought turned into a spell-casting model; it felt strange.
Especially with Level 0 tricks like Frost Ray and Light Spell — the first time Fran used them, he nearly caused a major incident.
Frost Ray turned into an icy expanse covering thousands of miles, and Light Spell turned the top of the Magic Tower into a giant orb of light.
This was completely different from Teraxil’s system.
If it wasn’t for considering that he might later go to worlds with stricter requirements for spells, Fran definitely wouldn’t make such foolish mistakes.
However, it was still not too bad, possibly because he could communicate directly with the world’s origin, Fran memorized these spell models very quickly and didn’t mind the time wasted.
Of course, he would memorize certain types of magic models a bit slower.
Hill didn’t mind spending time on these spells, after all, he was someone who even learned the Six-Fireball Spell.
Hill was more interested in Transmutation Spells, Luxury Mansion Art, and Message Spell were zero-level spells that Teraxil didn’t have.
Possibly because the original Laws of Teraxil were incomplete, so many spells couldn’t be used at all.
After all, the Father of Elves was very proficient in magic, and most elves should be able to use these spells.
However, when transferring some troublesome and less useful spells to humans, they might have simply given up.
Hill also saw some introductions to Supreme Sorcery specialties and then assessed his own abilities.
Hill felt that if he also had a player template, the specialties section would probably fill several pages.
In actuality, it was still related to the Laws; once recognized by the Laws, these specialties naturally came into being.
Hill was more interested in some intriguing spells, like Luxury Mansion Art, which summoned a new house each time; for Hill, who had sufficient storage space, this was a fascinating thing.
In high-level spells, this had captured Hill’s interest the most.
Within the spell heritage of Teraxil, there had never been Mage Duncan’s Luxury Mansion Summoning or the Magic Rope Spell that could shelter eight people; probably because of the unstable Laws of the World, such dimensional summoning spells could not be used, so they were not handed down.
Hill glanced at the magic book by his side, he suddenly could understand the poverty of this 17th level mage; possessing such a complete collection of magic books was enough to bankrupt a magister without a side business.
Moreover, it was said that there was an even better one, which disappeared along with Santos.
Unfortunately, his desire to continue his research was interrupted by a group of sneaky guys in the forest.
Hill stood by the window, looking over the traditionally built surrounding structures of the Magic Tower and the thriving small farm, and he showed a satisfied smile.
Hill was conflicted for a while, but eventually chose Blue Oak Rock as the material to construct these auxiliary buildings.
It was the highest level, large volume material from that big warehouse of Santos, although only considered a low-rank material, it was still much better than ordinary stones that could be crushed with a fingertip.
He watched a Junior Mage pacing around the edges of the Illusion Array, holding a magic paper map which seemed to mark the approximate location of this Magic Tower.
Very detailed, probably not descendants of those merchants, Hill thought it must be an official.
Indeed, after three months, the Undead Tribe should have made a name for themselves.
Any slightly smart nation would probably be alert by now.
Hill didn’t plan to greet this mage first; instead of calling out loudly at the Array’s edge or setting off a polite firework to indicate a visitor, he behaved so sneakily near the Magic Tower.
It was likely he knew that Santos had had an incident, and now he was trying to find some loopholes.
After all, he was an official; even if the Magic Tower still had an owner, after discovering his ill intentions, they could only give him a lesson, not kill him.
That would be fine, Hill thought gleefully; after all, he had never officially activated this Illusion Array since he had modified it!
Usually, it just scared off wayward small animals.
Hill leaned on the window, watching the Junior Mage, accompanied by two knights and two apprentices, frantically using all his spells, screaming as he tumbled and crashed into a big tree.
On the other hand, his four followers, not high enough in level, were separated by the Illusion Array and dared not move at all, defending themselves, which was relatively good.
Hill smiled satisfactorily.
These people knew in advance that there was an Illusion Array here, but they still fell for it, completely unaware that they were scaring themselves.
It seemed the Illusion Array he had modified was quite effective, after all, this Junior Mage was actually above level 10.
It actually did show some respect to Santos, after all, this mage was level 17 over a hundred years ago, and even if his potential had reached its limit, he would have progressed a level or two.
He might even have reached level 20, just unable to break through the life limit, not someone to be easily provoked.
The mischievous guy, who collapsed under the big tree for over half an hour, finally came to his senses.
If this were an unattended Array, he would probably be dead by now.
Regardless of whether the mage inside was Santos or not, he wasn’t someone to offend.
He shakily placed a hand at his throat and, after releasing an Amplifying Spell, spoke, “Respected Mage Santos, I am Mikita Hogen, a level 12 mage from the Tevalon Kingdom, ordered to request your presence in the Royal Capital, this is a national emergency summons, all mages below Legendary must obey.”
Hogen pulled out a wooden box from the bag hanging on his waist: “This is the mandate document.
Please forgive my untimely curiosity.
I won’t dare again.”
“What happened?” Hill asked in an ethereal voice.
“Demons from a Foreign Land have invaded!
They are everywhere!” Hogen suddenly got excited, “Very powerful, everyone has an Undying Body!
They’ve already occupied several countries, and the deities those countries worshipped can only slumber!
They are even more terrifying than the demons of legend!”