The remote spellcasting spanning dozens of kiloters carries inherent risks, with no one able to guarantee absolute success. The druids are prepared for the possibility of failure, entrusting all hope onto this plan.
Of course, Ben is also aware that the druids, since the onset of the Wolf Calamity, have secretly relocated a group of young druids and elders as a contingency to preserve their legacy in case of failure. This is perfectly understandable, so he chose to turn a blind eye.
But Ben actually knows that this plan is far from being as perilous as the druids imagine. Players in the spellcasting ga have completed long-distance spell transfer successfully many tis across various battles later on.
Moreover, the maximum number used by the players was six Fragnted Agates, the minimum being even just one. In fact, experts on the forum have deduced that generally only four are needed to ensure a success rate of over ninety-seven percent.
The druids have offered twelve in total, which is more than sufficient. However, Ben only plans to use four, pocketing the rest for himself.
Fragnted Agates are extrely rare, and missing this opportunity might not yield such a bargain again.
He arranged the Array, then pointed his sword tip at the center of the Array, and intoned loudly, "In the na of Storm and Ti, I implore the Sovereign between the third and seventh stars, let the mysterious power pierce through the night sky—Magic's na, Dalastair."
The young man's voice was so loud that it echoed throughout the valley.
"Dalastair..."
"Steer..."
Faina jumped in fright, turning back to see the Magic Array under Ben's sword suddenly emitting a greenish glow, the green light flooding through each line of the Rune Array like flowing liquid.
"What kind of magic is this? You country bumpkin, how dare you invoke the Storm Dragon Dalastel associated with Ti, that's an upper dragon, and you can wield such an advanced magic?"
"This is a Space Magic, though I am not the one casting it, it's rely a coordinate Array." Ben didn't intend to hide anything this ti. He looked up, seeing three or four green lines streaking through the clouds above, where a great cog on the sky seed to rotate.
That was the Law responding to Magic.
"Space Magic, but you invoked the Storm Dragon associated with Ti? Space Magic... Space Magic..." Faina suddenly fell short of the level of authorization required, having not delved into such an advanced domain yet.
"All Space-related magic requires authorization from the Storm Dragon of Ti, didn't you know?" Ben turned back, casting her a glance.
"I, I of course knew, I was just asking about this particular one!" The young noble lady's face turned red.
"Oh?"
Faina's face turned even redder as she angrily said, "So why exactly is this happening then?"
"Miss, has no one told you how bad your temper is?" Ben shook his head, sighing: "Ti and Space are one entity, differing only in dinsional existence."
He was actually referring to a theory from the Silver School, founded by none other than William Pest himself, an eminent figure in the domain of Space Magic, said to have delved the deepest into the void behind the World known as Vaun from past to present.
Just as Ben finished speaking, suddenly an aged voice exclaid: "Oh, young man, where did you hear that statent?"
Both Ben and Faina were startled, turning back at once. But they only saw that the source of the voice was empty, leaving Ben frowning as he asked in that direction:
"Is Your Excellency from the Silver Alliance? Why not show yourself?"
The aged voice laughed heartily, "Ha, young man, you're quick to react. But your provocation doesn't work on an old man like ."
Saying this, the old man removed his Invisibility Spell, revealing himself.
When Ben saw the old man in a long Silver Robe reaching the ground appearing before him, he squinted his eyes—William Pest, one of the twelve silver leaders of the Bujia Wizards—so say he is already three hundred years old, others say four hundred. His legend is known not only among the Bujia Wizards but is also quite familiar to many ordinary people.
Even a poet nad Korgo wrote a book based on him, titled "A Story of a Great Wizard as Sponsored and Written by Korgo."
As for Pista, he's a reputable rchant near Ambeser, known for partaking in peculiar activities according to locals; and precisely due to the whimsical ventures of such a rchant, William Pest's stories spread among the public.
Upon seeing the old man, Ben couldn't help but maliciously wonder if he had collected any royalties or related fees from Korgo.
William saw Ben's expression and understood that he was recognized. The old man couldn't help showing so surprise in his eyes: "Oh, you know ?"
"Many know Your Excellency, one of the Silver Twelve Rings, Master of Kanaiqi, the esteed Wizard Leader?" Ben replied.
"I didn't realize I carried so many titles," the old man chuckled: "But they have only heard my na; not many can recognize personally. Let think, you also understand the unity of Space and Ti—"
William squinted, having founded this Silver School theory—although still immature and not widely accepted, even several old friends of his don't necessarily agree with him.
Unexpectedly here, a young man randomly ntioned it with such certainty, sparking his growing interest.
"You—you—" At this point, Faina finally reacted, realizing who was before her. She looked at William in disbelief, montarily speechless.
"It appears this young lady also recognized my old bones, quite an honor it is."
Ben couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, wondering what this old man was here for. He knew that Bujia Wizards ca, but didn't know it was a wizard leader among them; this guy's power likely matched Andesa's.
"Don't worry," William seed to notice his concern, smiling: "I am rely curious."
"Curious?" (To be continued, for more chapters, please visit qidian, support the author, and support legitimate reading!)
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