Chapter 860 - The Winds of Freedom
Chapter 860 The Winds of Freedom
The battle that broke out between the Fate and Coldwinter Witches was a surprising trend from the very start.
During the next month, hundreds of conflicts erupted all over the Northern Lands. The Fate Witches that had seemed so weak reversed all expectations and demonstrated fearsome courage and savagery.
The Fate Witches might be at a numerical disadvantage in a witch-level war, but they did not back down at all.
They seemed to have managed to place a summoning core and a golem talisman in the hands of every single Fate Witch. If the Coldwinter Witches were to start a fight against them, they had an elementium golem to defend them and a magical machine to assault the enemy lines. Paired with multiple instant-cast magic wands and scrolls, the Fate Witches turned from sheep to big bad wolves, devouring a dozen Coldwinter Witches in a single go.
Of course, there weren’t many Coldwinter Witches who died. Most of them were simply defeated, captured, and imprisoned in the Tower of Fate in Dragonblight. It seemed they would not be able to regain their freedom until the war ended.
The sudden explosion of strength from the Fate Witches didn’t just stun the Coldwinter Witches alone. Even the witches of the other branches, who were watching from the sidelines, were utterly bewildered.
After all, these elementium and metal golems were artifacts of significant cost. Most adept towers only had enough money to use them as stationary guards.
The invitation letter was formed from blue elementium particles. Rows of letters mysteriously appeared on the note as it floated before Greem.
The message was straightforward. It was an invitation for Greem to join an adept organization known as the Winds of Freedom. The related privileges and duties of joining this organization couldn’t be any simpler. It seemed that he only needed to leave his magical brand on the letter to become a member of this adept organization. He would enjoy access to large amounts of information, resources, and knowledge not available to the outside world.
Meanwhile, the only limitation that the organization placed on Greem was for him to bravely stand out and defend the benefits of all Zhentarim adepts with his power should the Zhentarim area ever come under the invasion of any of the three major forces.
Greem instantly understood the situation from this information. It was probably an adept organization formed by the old men of the Zhentarim Association. The purpose of the organization was to unite the adepts of the central region to resist any invasions from the three major adept organizations.
Greem had not reached the requisite power level before this and, thus, had not been privy to the existence of this organization. Now that he had become a Third Grade, he finally received their invitation.
It could be seen that the threshold for entering the Winds of Freedom was to be Third Grade!
It indirectly demonstrated the massive difference between this organization and other small adept organizations.
Greem hesitated for a moment and finally extended a single finger burning with a bright yellow flame, and pressed it against the invitation letter.
The golden flame instantly left the mark of a burning fist upon the blue letter.
The next second, the blue elementium particles scattered into a sky full of glowing lights and leaving behind a strange palm-sized mirror on the spot.
Greem took the mirror in his hands as a notification immediately rang from the Chip in his mind.
[Beep. Detecting strange Spirit port. Initial appraisal suggests it to be a Spirit network port. Results of data scans: Safe.]
A Spirit network port?
Greem paused for a moment but abruptly understood something.
He had always been curious about something all this time. The state of civilization in the World of Adepts had always appeared to be too primitive and inferior. Regardless of how you looked at it, the World of Adepts was one of the powerful spellcasting factions of the multiverse. Their origin homeland should not be this backward.
Yet, the appearance of this round mirror fully demonstrated that Greem had not truly entered the civilization of the adepts. His past self had always been a lone wolf in the wilderness, wandering outside the periphery of the adept civilization.
Without any hesitation, Greem thrust his Spirit into the round mirror.
The next second, he found himself in a sea of information as the massive amount of data instantly flooded him.
If Greem had been alone, he would probably be moaning in agony at this moment.
Fortunately, with the aid of the Chip, any amount of data would not be able to run down Greem’s mental consciousness.
Greem had been sitting in his secret room. Now, he felt as if he had entered a strange Spirit world, turning into some sort of pure mental consciousness body within this realm.
After just three seconds, Greem got used to this body of consciousness, and he tried to open his eyes.
“Welcome to the Winds of Freedom. Is there anything I can do for you?”
The first to appear in front of Greem was a young, pretty girl in a fancy dress. She smiled sweetly at Greem and bowed in respect.
Greem looked around in confusion and then looked down at himself.
This place was a special stone room, only ten square meters in size. There were no decorations, furniture, doors, or windows; it was simply Greem and the girl standing in the room.
Greem extended his hands and put them in front of himself.
As expected, he didn’t see his original hands, but a cluster of strange shimmering light. This world and this girl in front of him didn’t exist in reality either. They were only illusions simulated through the use of magic.