The icy wind was biting cold. Near the Triad River, a group of Spell Casters marked by the prominent imprint of a blood-red lion was setting up some Runic Magic Circles.

"Wizard Evan, complete these Runic Magic Circles quickly. We're not that far from Frost City. If they hurry here, there would be trouble!"

Some of the Spell Casters were urging their teammate. Among these five Spell Casters, it looked like only one was proficient in runes. The task of setting up the Runic Magic Circles was assigned to him.

"Worry not. So, what if they come? Our Bloodlion Tower has already joined forces with Sleet Fort. Hehe, each of our factions has one Ninth-level Spell Caster, and together we've invited two other Ninth-level Spell Casters. With such an impressive line-up, wouldn't it be easy to handle one mere Frost City?"

"This isn't for certain. Frost City is controlled by the Dark Magic Region. I've heard that the Dark Magic Region is a spell casters' organization with extensive resources!"

"Heh, it's precisely because the Dark Magic Region is a spell casters' organization that Bloodlion Tower would join forces with Sleet Fort at all costs to deal with the Dark Magic Region together. Once the Dark Magic Region which possesses abundant resources has been vanquished, the power of our two factions will surely advance by leaps and bounds!"

These Spell Casters of Bloodlion Tower seemed rather familiar with Frost City and the Dark Magic Region.

In the entire Subzero Snowfield, most Spell Casters knew that the ruler of Frost City – the Dark Magic Region – was a spell casters' organizations with extensive resources.

Previously, no one would dare to even think of attacking Frost City because the Dark Magic Region had one Ninth-level Spell Caster. However, things were different now as Bloodlion Tower and Sleet Fort had risen, similarly having Ninth-level Spell Casters.

Now that they had further formed an alliance, and in addition, invited two Ninth-level Spell Casters, they were the mightiest force in Subzero Snowfield. Currently, they were quite emboldened and brazen, so they were closing in step by step.

Nonetheless, just as these Wizards were working diligently to put up the Runic Magic Circle, they suddenly noticed a gigantic shadow in the distance. It was a three-headed monster of unparalleled size, which was spreading its wings as it flew toward them with a snarl.

Behind the three-headed monster were more than a thousand Spell Casters, all of whom were dressed in the same color, indicating they were Spell Casters above the Fourth-level of the Dark Magic Region!

These Spell Casters of Bloodlion Tower were immediately shocked to their core as they stared numbly at the massive, swooping shadow.

"Those… Those are the Spell Casters from the Dark Magic Region of Frost City. My heavens, there are so many of them. What are they planning to do?"

"Oh no, they seem to be heading toward our Bloodlion Tower."

"Go, go now. Head back and report that the Dark Magic Region has made its move!"

The Spell Casters of Bloodlion Tower were no longer able to remain calm. They instantly turned tail and swiftly headed back toward Bloodlion Tower.

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"The Dark Magic Region has mobilized over a thousand Wizards, and is rushing toward our Bloodlion Tower?"

In Bloodlion Tower, a lofty Ninth-level Spell Caster, upon hearing the report of the five Wizards below, broke out in a puzzled expression.

"Alright, I've got it. You can go now!"

The Ninth-level Spell Caster of Bloodlion Tower – Wizard Bloodlion waved his hand, dismissing the five Spell Casters.

Wizard Bloodlion turned to look at the three other Spell Casters, his face wearing a serene expression. He spoke leisurely, "Wizards, just as we were discussing how to deal with Frost City, unexpectedly, the Dark Magic Region has instead delivered themselves to our doorstep."

The Elemental fluctuations exuded by the three Spell Casters were not inferior to Wizard Bloodlion in the slightest. Evidently, they were all Ninth-level Spell Casters.

Another Wizard, dressed in a blue robe, pondered for a moment before replying slowly, "We mustn't let down our guard. The Dark Magic Region is still a spell casters' organization after all, with great resources. The grand elder Wizard Seymour is also a Ninth-level Spell Caster. Everyone should understand how difficult it was for us to become Ninth-level Spell Casters. We were all merely roaming Wizards before this. After much hardship, we've established our factions but compared to a spell casters' organization with a thousand years of heritage like the Dark Magic Region, we're still significantly lacking. Both Wizard Bloodlion and I might just about be able to handle Wizard Seymour. According to the report of the Bloodlion Tower's Spell Casters earlier, the Dark Magic Region also seems to have brought a ferocious monster. Perhaps they're relying on it as well, and it might be on par with a Ninth-level Spell Caster. This aggressive onrush of the Dark Magic Region clearly means that they're confident of wiping out Bloodlion Tower on their own. Only then would they dare to dispatch such a large army."

A snowflake was imprinted on this Wizard's long blue Wizard robe, which looked extremely unusual. This was the symbol of Sleet Fort, and it only had one Ninth-level Spell Caster – Wizard Sleetnight!

Wizard Bloodlion nodded as well. "That's right. Everything that Wizard Sleetnight has said is the truth. We're all roaming Wizards who have built our factions after great hardships. We're still a long way from the thousand-year inheritance of the Dark Magic Region. Heh heh, this is the reason we've invited you two Wizards!"

Wizard Bloodlion was referring to the other two strangers who were also Ninth-level Spell Casters. They were both old, and each of them held a magic staff. They were wearing the most ancient robes, and appeared to be very mysterious.

These were the two Ninth-level Spell Casters invited jointly by Bloodlion Tower and Sleet Fort!

After all, the Wizards of spell casters' organizations were generally more powerful than those roaming Wizards. Therefore, faced with Wizard Seymour, both Wizard Bloodlion and Wizard Sleetnight were not assured of victory. Consequently, although they had established their factions long ago, they had never dared to cross the line in their actions against Frost City.

Up until today, when they had invited two Ninth-level Spell Casters!

"Please be rest assured, we'll make our move when the time comes. However, as per our pact, after Frost City is destroyed, both of us will get half of the Dark Magic Region's treasures, and we'll get the right to pick first!"

These two Wizards spoke in raspy voices.

"Be rest assured, both of you. We've already signed the contract. Can we even go back on our promise? However, the Dark Magic Region is coming at full force, so we'd better go and get ready."

Wizard Bloodlion and the other three Wizards immediately left the main foyer. Before Bloodlion Tower, there was a blood-red stone lion of incomparable size. The stone lion's mouth was agape, inducing a vague sense of dread in onlookers.

This was the origin of Bloodlion Tower. According to rumors, the Blood Lion formed the foundation of Bloodlion Tower. Back then, as Wizard Bloodlion had obtained this Blood Lion, he became a Ninth-level Spell Caster and founded Bloodlion Tower, which became one of the three major factions of Subzero Snowfield.

"Rise!"

Wizard Bloodlion brandished one hand. Instantly, the Blood Lion began to vibrate gently, following which crimson light shot out from the Blood Lion's mouth, rapidly covering the entire Bloodlion Tower.

"Alright, I've already activated the Blood Lion. This is a formidable casting tool. In one blow, it's enough to match a Ninth-level Spell Caster's full-force attack. Humph, the Dark Magic Region is foolish indeed. They dare to attack on their own. Otherwise, we might have to waste additional effort."

Wizard Bloodlion evidently had great confidence in the Blood Lion. This was the home ground of Bloodlion Tower, so naturally, it was heavily guarded. If four of them were to attack Frost City, they would similarly be faced with the defenses of the Dark Magic Region's Runic Magic Circles, which would pose huge challenges.

However, now that the Dark Magic Region had made their move, Wizard Bloodlion and the rest were gleeful instead. Now, they would not have to deal with those troublesome Runic Magic Circles.

"That's right. No matter how many from the Dark Magic Region are coming, we must kill them all, stripping them of any power to resist!"

Wizard Sleetnight's confidence grew many times over. With four Ninth-level Spell Casters, in addition to not having to deal with the Runic Magic Circles of the Dark Magic Region, this was undoubtedly an advantage for them.

Bloodlion Tower passed down its orders, and the Spell Casters of Bloodlion Tower prepared themselves as well, after which they quietly waited.

After a few hours, a dark cloud appeared at the skyline. Nonetheless, if one looked closely, one would see that it was not a cloud but a three-headed monster of unparalleled proportion.

Behind this three-headed monster were more than a thousand Spell Casters, who were Wizards of the Dark Magic Region, dressed in the same color!

"They're here! What's that three-headed monster? It looks to be extraordinary. Both of you Wizards, I'll let you take care of that creature while we deal with Wizard Seymour!"

Wizard Bloodlion and Wizard Sleetnight exchanged a glance. None of them knew what that three-headed monster was, only sensing that it was rather unusual. It must be on par with a Ninth-level Spell Caster or the Dark Magic Region would not have brought this three-headed monster to attack Bloodlion Tower.

"Halt!"

At Wizard Seymour's single command in the sky, everyone stopped in their tracks. When Wizard Seymour felt four different forces that were no weaker than his own, his face shifted greatly.

He had gotten the news about the secret communications between Bloodlion Tower and Sleet Fort, and it seemed like they were going to quietly join forces. Those two Ninth-level Spell Casters used to be two roaming Wizards, so Wizard Seymour felt that he could take them on.

However, if there were four Ninth-level Spell Casters, then it was quite dangerous. Frost City would be on the brink of extinction.

"I've heard that the three-headed dragon is comparable to a Great Wizard. I myself was only able to locate records of the three-headed dragon in the most ancient books of the Dark Magic Region. It looks like Bloodlion Tower and Sleet Fort aren't familiar with the three-headed dragon!"

Wizard Seymour saw that the four Ninth-level Spell Casters had all rushed forward. He knew that these were roaming Wizards who did not have extensive resources as the Dark Magic Region. Naturally, they would not recognize the extremely ancient three-headed dragon.

After all, in the entire Spell Caster world, there was only one such three-headed dragon left. It was just that even Wizard Seymour could not say for sure how strong the three-headed dragon really was.

"Boom."

Suddenly, the Blood Lion below shuddered violently, and a beam of light, powerful enough to match a Ninth-level Spell Caster, streaked toward the three-headed dragon.

"Roar…"

The three-headed dragon had received Merlin's instructions. Anyone who dared to retaliate must be killed.

Therefore, the three-headed dragon stretched both its wings. It stared at the blood-red light speeding toward it and gave a vicious flap.

"Bang."

The crimson light slackened at that moment and was directly shattered by the wings of the three-headed dragon. The full-force attack of a Ninth-level Spell Caster was not even able to breach the three-headed dragon's defenses.

Nevertheless, this further enraged the three-headed dragon. It was vicious enough in the first place, especially after Merlin had subdued it by force. It had not been able to unleash the ruthless nature of its heart. Now, it was provoked by a few puny Spell Casters. The three-headed dragon had truly exploded then.

"Boom."

The three-headed dragon's body grew double in size, and its three wart-like heads all opened their mouths, spewing furiously toward Bloodlion Tower below.

Instantly, the mad three-headed dragon sprouted gale poison fog and flames, all of which were comparable to a Great Wizard. Bloodlion and Sleetnight – both of these Ninth-level Spell Casters did not even have the slightest chance to defend themselves. They were instantly submerged, and under the effect of the poison fog and flames, both of these lofty Ninth-level Spell Casters were swiftly reduced to ashes.

Nonetheless, the other two old Wizards who were strangers, seemed able to hold on. They were wielding a casting tool and surviving with great difficulty. However, the three-headed dragon became even more berserk. Its humongous body was like a mountain as it thundered toward those two old Wizards, and its mammoth claws swiped forward viciously.

"Rip."

The casting tool beside the two old Wizards was instantly shattered. Thereafter, the three-headed dragon became even more merciless. It stretched its colossal jaw and swallowed the two old Wizards in one mouthful.

"Ka-cha."

Following that, the three-headed dragon crashed heavily into the ground. That massive Blood Lion in front of Bloodlion Tower was trampled to smithereens by the three-headed dragon which had landed from the sky. The three-headed dragon even extended its three gigantic heads, glaring with matchless ferocity at the countless Spell Casters below.

All Spell Casters of Bloodlion Tower were so frightened that they dared not move. Even four Ninth-level Spell Casters could be promptly slain by this savage three-headed dragon, let alone ordinary Spell Casters like them.

"Bloodlion Tower is destroyed?"

Wizard Seymour stared blankly at the scene before him. He had brought along more than a thousand Spell Casters, who had not even attacked. The entire Bloodlion Tower was stunned by the menace of the three-headed dragon, too afraid to resist.

Soon, Wizard Seymour recovered from his shock. Next, it was time for him to unify Bloodlion Tower. Before this, he had thought that three days were too short but now, from the looks of things, why would he need three days? Even one day was more than enough. As long as the three-headed dragon was there, Wizard Seymour was confident of completely unifying the entire Subzero Snowfield!