Chapter 4  : The Death of a Great Archmage

Boom!

After the golden arrow had struck the black light, the latter twisted like a venomous snake that had been mortally shot. It tried to wriggle free from the golden arrow in vain. The power of the golden arrow was too strong. The black light struggled for a moment before it broke up and vanished. Then, the golden arrow turned back into golden light and plunged into the room, together with that green light of luck.

“Waaah ~ ~ ~ ~”

Immediately, the sound of a baby crying emerged from the room again, and it seemed to be louder than before.

“Hu ~ ~ ~”

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this. This meant that the crisis had been averted. But what was that golden light arrow earlier?

“Did you see that? It was that golden light arrow which shattered the black light.”

“I saw it but what was that golden light arrow?”

“I don’t know, but I saw that the golden light arrow had come shooting from our family’s ancestral hall.”

“Huh? Ancestral hall? Doesn’t that mean that it was the manifestation of our ancestor?”

“That’s right, it’s our ancestor’s manifestation!” As everyone discussed, they quickly figured out the truth.

Norton’s eyes lit up brightly as he looked toward the direction of the ancestral hall. “Could it really be our ancestor?”

Norlin said, “Big brother, whether it was him or not, this crisis has been averted, we should hurry and take a look at our great-grandson.”

“Right.”

Meanwhile, on a mountain more than ten kilometers away from Winterfrost, an old man in a white robe was standing against the wind. A clear crystal ball floated in front of his chest as he looked ahead, directly at where Winterfrost was located.

Behind him were a middle-aged man and a young man. Both had sharp noses and deep-set eyes. They also had a head of blond hair, typical of Westerners. At this moment, they were looking in awe at the old man in white robe in front of them, standing not far away. The young man said softly, “Father, is there really going to be a Destiny’s Child born into the Nicholas family?”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he softly reprimanded, “Great Archmage Saruman specializes in divination. How could his divination be wrong? Don’t speak nonsense.”

The young man hurriedly said, “I wouldn’t dare. Certainly, Great Archmage Saruman wouldn’t make a mistake. I just find it a little strange. The Nicholas family clan has already fallen into such dire straits and yet they are still able to produce a Destiny’s Child.”

“So what if they could produce a Destiny’s Child?” The middle-aged man mocked. “To have luck but not the strength to protect it will only turn into a disaster in the end.”

“That’s right, it is still strength that is most important!”

The young man sighed and looked enviously at the old man in white robe. He saw a faint white halo around the old man in white robe. This was a phenomenon caused by the powerful psyche, of one who had become a Great Archmage, affecting reality.

He wondered when he could become such a powerful Archmage. At this moment, the crystal ball in front of the white-robed old man suddenly vibrated, emitting a buzzing sound. The lips of the old man in white robe curled into a smile. What he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

He was not seen to have made any movement, but a huge hexagram had appeared beneath his feet. A powerful aura radiated out from him.

Deng, deng, deng ~ The two persons behind him were forced back several steps by the powerful aura. They managed to stabilize themselves only with great difficulty. Both of them turned pale.

“This is too powerful. Is this the strength of a Great Archmage?”

The young man looked at the Great Archmage in front of him, his eyes full of envy.

The middle-aged man said, “Envious? Envy is good. Great Archmage Saruman had promised me that once this task has been completed, he will take you in as his disciple. When the time comes, as long as you study hard under him, you will naturally have the opportunity to become a Great Archmage as powerful as him.”

When the young man heard this, he said excitedly, “Father, don’t worry, I definitely won’t disappoint you.”

Buzz!

At this moment, Great Archmage Saruman drew a few magic formations in the air and quickly incorporated them into the crystal ball floating in front of his chest. Immediately, the crystal ball began to spin, turning from clear to a pitch-black color. It became deep and dark, like a black hole which could devour everything.

“Go ~”

Saruman waved his hand, and a black light shot out from the crystal ball. With a flash of black light, it plunged into the darkness and headed towards Winterfrost. A short while later, faint green fumes had collected and were approaching. They were swallowed by the black crystal ball. Then, after transformation by the crystal ball, they entered Saruman’s body. The corners of Saruman’s mouth immediately curled up into a smile, and a look of pleasure appeared on his face.

He had really been too lucky. Who would have thought of encountering a Destiny’s Child in such a remote and desolate place? It was just opportune for him to seize his luck, after which the chance of him advancing to become a Divine Mage would be even greater.

Just as Saruman was smug in his thoughts, a loud rumble sounded, like a bolt from the blue. Saruman opened his eyes suddenly and a divine light burst forth. He had just seen the flash of a beam of golden light in Winterfrost, and soon after he could sense clearly that the black light, which he had sent out earlier, had been destroyed.

“Shit.”

His expression changed drastically. He had wanted to retrieve the crystal ball, but before he could extend his hands, a huge force broke through the air and hit him directly.

“Puu ~ ~ ~”

Saruman flew backwards, blood spurting out.

Crack!

The crystal ball, which was hovering in mid-air, also shattered into power form.

How is this possible? The strongest person in the Nicholas family clan is only a level-8 Mage. How can he deliver such a powerful counterattack?

A shocked Saruman thought. But soon after, his eyes revealed an even more horrified expression; it was as if he had seen a ghost. This was because he had seen traces of a green vapor being extracted from his body and heading toward Winterfrost. That green vapor was luck. He had always been the one to plunder luck from others previously, but now, his own luck was being plundered by others!

“No, don’t! This is my luck! Stop!”

Saruman cried out in horror, but it was of no avail, the luck in his body continued to be forcefully extracted rapidly.

As the luck in his body vanished, the glow in his eyes quickly faded and his face rapidly aged. In just a short time, he had transformed from a ruddy old man to a person on the verge of death. He stretched out his hand, which was like a withered tree branch, and grabbed at the empty void, as if he wanted to grab on to something in the air.

Seemingly reluctant to let go, he shouted, “Luck, my luck!”

His voice gradually became weaker and weaker to the point it became completely impossible to hear him. Soon, his voice ceased abruptly as the last trace of green luck was extracted.

He froze in position, with a hand outstretched to grab the air, and died! A gust of cold wind blew past. Saruman’s body, like sand that had weathered ten thousand years, scattered with the wind. In an instant, no trace of Saruman was left in this world.

“What….What’s going on here?” The middle-aged man and the young man looked at each other in shock.