World's Strongest Troll

Chapter 221 Betrayal of the Magic Tower (3)

Prince Dmitri of the Harmel Empire.

Although he was born as the first child and a direct descendant of the present emperor, he was born with the qualities of a tyrant and has not been recognized by the emperor since he was young.

[If Dmitri becomes emperor, the empire will be stained with blood. It is clear that he will reign over everyone, force only obedience, and cause the fall of the empire.]

A violent and extreme temper that he has shown since childhood. Looking at his childhood where he did not hesitate to use violence against an attendant he did not like, the emperor spoke like a habit. And since Dmitri knew the emperor's thoughts very well, he thought of taking this opportunity to show it proudly.

His warlike and combative nature.

His own desire full of uncontrollable conquest and ambition.

To destroy the Barmal Empire, the old enemy of the Harmel Empire, and to make the entire continent kneel under the banner of the Harmel Empire, so that the empire's glory and honor would shine more brilliantly than ever before. And he tried to tell the emperor he was wrong.

I came not with the fall of the empire, but with the glory of the empire.

But... his plan, which he thought was perfect, began to crack little by little.

“I'm in big trouble, Prince!”

“What's going on?”

Dmitri was plotting an operation plan to completely end the Barmal Empire with the commanders. He asked with a contorted face as he saw an officer who suddenly entered the barracks with a contemplative face.

“That's that...”

The nameless officer who couldn't even connect the words properly. Dmitri urged him in a tone full of annoyance at his frustrated behavior.

“I hope it was serious enough to disrupt the operations meeting. If not, you will have to pay for this disrespect.”

Dmitry speaks with bleak eyes shining. As soon as he revealed his unique tyrannical temper without adding or subtracting, the atmosphere in the barracks instantly became chilly. And with everyone's eyes focused, the officer stuttered and reported the news he had just received with a tense face.

“The capture of Fern Fortress... has failed.”

“what....?”

“What do you mean by that!”

“Huh .....”

The Fern Fortress, which had been reported to be on the verge of occupation.

The news that the castle gate was destroyed and all the remnants inside it was being finalized was the last report, so they were confident of victory and heated up.

“Reports say that a huge number of adventurers have appeared and started siding with the Bamal Empire. It is said that the scale alone numbered in the hundreds of thousands, and that the force was not to be taken lightly. Also...”

Deck Fan Mu made a splendid appearance sprinkling ashes on the finished rice. The commanders who listened to the officer explaining the battle situation with them in detail soon asked with puzzled expressions.

“Wait a minute, what were those adventurers wearing?”

“These are black panties. Rather than wearing it... It is said that it was worn here and there. It is presumed to be a symbol of their own.”

“Black... panties are the symbol...?”

Have you ever imagined

I mean hundreds of thousands of adventurers charging at the enemy camp, fluttering black panties in a fierce battlefield where lives come and go.

The commanders were talking about something with a look of confusion, perhaps because it was a scene that could not be easily imagined. Dmitri, who was watching the scene in the barracks, which quickly became noisy because everyone was talking in unison, not just one person, hit the table with his fist.

“Can’t you all keep your mouth shut!”

Quaang.

“.....”

His shouting made the barracks instantly quiet. Dmitri twitched with a thoughtful look on his face, then looked at one of the officers standing there with a tense face and said:

“You there! Go right now and bring GM Sang Sangju.”

“GM... you mean the top?”

“Don't adventurers know the things of adventurers best? If it's a huge scale of hundreds of thousands, there's no way they wouldn't know. Find it right away and bring it to me.”

“I see!”

An officer rushes out of the barracks in a hurry. Glaring at his back, Dmitri gritted his teeth and muttered, his eyes full of life shining.

“Fucking bastards. The adventurers boasted that they would take care of it themselves, so you don't have to worry about it, so why are you fucking me like this?”

GM Sang Sangju assured that there would be almost no adventurers who sided with the Bamal Empire. However, contrary to expectations, he failed to capture the last remaining defense line of the Bamal Empire, so Dmitri was going to hold him accountable.

“I... the prince.”

Dmitri was thinking in his mind about how to punish the wrongdoer. He asked, looking at the Duke of Diern, who was talking to him cautiously.

“Why?”

“They say that the capture of Fern Fortress has failed... What should we do?”

Fern Fortress, the last line of defense and the only route to the imperial castle, the capital of the Bamal Empire. The fact that they couldn't penetrate that place was a story that the advance, which had been driven to the brink of collapse, would now change into a long-term siege.

“I can’t. The destruction of the Bamal Empire is not the end of the war, but only the beginning.”

Dmitri has no intention of retreating to the Barmal Empire alone. So, since the beginning of the war, he had no desire to procrastinate, so he ordered his commanders to do it.

“Concentrate all the firepower of the high-ranking mages dispatched from the Mage Tower. Even if it means completely erasing Fern Fortress from the map, we will advance through it.”

“yep!”

“All right.”

The commanders moved the troop models on the table busily at his words. While they were busy revising their plan of operation, Dmitri muttered with his burning eyes shining.

“Where do you keep struggling, you buggers. I’ll beat you all up horribly.”

Dmitri and the Empire of Harmel, who do not seem to have the word ‘defeat' in their heads.

The full support and support of the 5 Magic Towers, which is said to have been only once in history. With their firepower support, they built a powerful magic corps that no country dared to stop, so they did not even think that they would lose this war.

Without knowing at all what was going on in the Magic Tower.

* * *

Arcadia is a world view based on mana.

Even when swordsmen strengthen their bodies and form sword skills that cut through everything.

Even when wizards manipulate the laws of nature and artificially manifest their will.

Even when summoning contracted spirits and phantom beasts to demonstrate their power.

All powers basically required mana, but among them, magic was the most effective and closely related to mana.

[Magicians basically have to have great intelligence and knowledge. They understand the laws and laws of nature and artificially manipulate them to realize what they want in reality. The process is so complex that a criminal would not even dare to attempt it. Besides... it consumes a huge amount of mana.]

Beyond the blessing of mana, it is a realm that can only be attempted by those who are so talented that even their brains can hear the sound of a genius. Because that was magic, wizards were rare and important talents everywhere, and they belonged to Arcadia's profession.

And because they were so valuable, they created an organization because of the oppressive powers who tried to hold them in their hands somehow.

[No country can oppress wizards except by contracts of free will. Since we are free wanderers and scholars who only seek the truth, all wizards in this land will have the right to decide their own future.] A closed

organization only for wizards by wizards of wizards created in that way.

Magic Tower.

Those who united for the interests of magicians, who are called Arcadia's professional and aristocratic professions, formed an independent force that transcends even the state based on their powerful power.

[Eh..... We'll take care of things like taxes and security, so don't worry about it. If you twist it, wherever you try it. Where do you think you can go back properly without a wizard?]

The Mage Tower tightly united for their own interests. The Bamal Empire, the Harmel Empire, and even the Saint Empire, which had powerful hegemony, boasted such a powerful influence that they could not be tampered with, so they were able to build a large number of mage towers all over the continent and take advantage of their interests to their heart's content.

[If you need our strength, please offer a corresponding price. Since the door of the Mage Tower is open to anyone, we will always act neutrally and only for our benefit.]

The Mage Towers move like a huge group of mercenaries. Since they were always free to act according to their own interests, it was historically almost impossible for all five Mage Towers to share their will.

Except for the time of the undead invasion by Argamer, the legendary warlock.

However, at this moment, for the first time in hundreds of years, a historic moment began to take place when all the masters of the five magic towers gathered together.

Gaul, the ruler of the Blue Mage Tower. Exuding the dignity of a typical wizard with a full beard, he opened his mouth as he looked around at the other four people sitting at the round table.

“To think that all the Magic Tower masters are attending. I don’t know how long this is.”

“Isn’t it obvious? It's not a dragonborn, it's just a magic book for the 8th circle. It's strange that such a great object has appeared in the world and not gathered.”

Unlike the others, Mael, the owner of the Red Mage Tower, has a small body and the appearance of a little girl. someone said to her

“Didn’t you send your position in writing only through an agent in the discussion about Dragonborn last time?”

Even when the Harmel Empire used the Dragon Bone as bait, she never showed her face. However, Rias, the mage lord of the green mage tower, seemed to dislike the fact that he appeared suddenly at the news that the 8th circle magic book was at stake in this war.

“Is it the same as then and now? I covet Dragonborn, but... I really can't stand the 8th circle magic book. Are you saying that both books are from our side?”

Since it was a red mage tower built by the elemental magic school as the main axis, it was not strange at all that she was most excited about this situation and rushed at it.

“I’m going to be honest with you... but you’re going to yield to us this time, right? Honestly, even if you took it, wouldn’t you be able to use it?”

That's why Mael reveals his greed without hesitation and asks for his hand off. However, everyone stood up at her shameless words.

“gibberish. Wasn’t it the same thing that no one here could use?”

“It's not that you can't learn magic from other schools. It's all just a difference in ability.”

“You know very well that the 8th circle magic book is not something you can give up for such a simple reason, right?”

Magic that was the exclusive property and power of dragons.

In the first place, it was knowledge that was not allowed to humans, so in the case of high-level magic such as the 8th circle, only a very, very rare part of it remains on the continent. So they said, making it clear that they had no intention of backing down on this matter.

“Even if it goes beyond the scope of the original school, the 8th circle is the 8th circle. It is an item that must be secured in order to overcome the realm.”

When Galia spoke with her eyes filled with firm and determined determination that she would never give up, Mael muttered in an annoyed tone.

“A fucking idiot who knows nothing about elemental magic.”

“I don't think this is something you'd hear from an old hag who is only obsessed with how he looked when he was young.”

“What is this bastard? what did you just say?”

Mael stood up from her seat in a fit of anger as if those words were an outrage. But Gallia didn't back down a bit and repeated what she had said.

“What can I say, I told her to make a child cosplay for a 110-year-old old woman. Does pretending to be 10 years old by skipping one digit in front of it mean that you are really 10 years old? Oh, I'm sorry if I'm senile. I guess I said something too careless. My sincere apologies.”

“Who is 110 years old! I am 107 years old this year! You damn beard bastard!”

“Keuok! This crazy bitch! Who dares to touch the beard!”

Mael, the head of the Red Mage Tower, suddenly rushes in and pulls Gallia's beard with all her might. And to her actions, Gaul also responded by raising her magical powers with angry eyes.

Whoops.

Keying.

Perong. Kwak Kwa Kwam.

A magical storm suddenly exploded between the two. It shattered the antique round table and caused a huge aftermath, but the other three each cast their magic as if they were used to it, and muttered at a distance in a perfectly fine state.

“It's a start again...”

“So let's talk without those two.”

“Come to work! I'm going to burn all of your handsome beard today!”

“Go away, senile old woman! Whether you're 107 or 110 years old, you're the same old woman anyway, so why are you having seizures with that!”

“Since this bastard wants to see you, really!”

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam.

The two started a fierce magic battle as if they didn't care whether their surroundings would be destroyed or not. Excluding those two people, the other three rulers of the Mage Tower made their own conclusions about this incident.

“I don’t think the two of them will have any disagreements... then... this is the decision. Do you have any objections?”

“None.”

“agreement.”

So it was decided.

The unexpected betrayal of the 5 Mage Towers and the complete fall of the Harmel Empire.