6kv Chapter 165 The Deal Between Hick and Mochamo!
Chapter 165 The Deal Between Hick and Mochamo!
Chapter 165 The Deal Between Hick and Mochamo!
The soldiers dropped their weapons and fled in terror into the city, trampling each other as they tried to get as far away from the horrible invaders as possible.
From the direction of the royal palace, Grand Duke Longqi listened to the rapidly approaching shouts and screams of battle, his obese body trembling like a leaf.
"Master Dahl! Master Dahl! Think of something! Stop them! Stop them!" He grabbed Dahl's robe sleeve and cried out incoherently.
Master Dahl abruptly shook off his hand, his face beneath the hood ashen, sweat soaking his temples.
He could sense the immense, dark energy, filled with death and resentment, raging through the city; its purity and power far exceeded his own level!
"A solution? What solution could I possibly have?!"
Dahl's voice became shrill with fear and despair.
"That's a legitimate legion of dark wizards! And so many war creations! I might not even be able to defeat one of their apprentices!"
Although he coveted wealth and status, he also valued his life.
Moreover, the opposing side has committed too much power!
This is a force that the secular world should never have to confront!
Faced with such an absolute disparity in power, he could not muster the slightest courage to resist.
"Then—then we're finished—completely finished—"
Grand Duke Longqi collapsed to the ground, a pool of foul-smelling liquid spreading beneath him.
Dahl ignored him.
He rushed to the window and looked at Layton Arthur, who was still sitting on his dream horse outside the city, coldly watching the city fall. He then looked at the dark army that was spreading through the city like a plague.
A crazy idea suddenly flashed through his mind.
escape!
We must escape immediately!
While things are in chaos, there might still be a glimmer of hope!
Staying behind means certain death, or even worse – he is a wizard, albeit an apprentice, but his soul and body are still "materials" of some value to dark wizards!
Dahl no longer cared about the Duchy of Nar or its riches and glory.
He turned abruptly, not even having time to go through the door, and rushed directly towards a decorative floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the council chamber, quickly chanting a simple shock incantation.
"Bang!"
The glass window was smashed to pieces.
Dahl's figure turned into a gray shadow, and he landed in a disheveled state in the garden outside the palace. Then, without looking back, he rushed towards the secluded alley behind the palace, opposite to the main battlefield, wanting to get away from this deathly place that was about to be completely swallowed up as quickly as possible.
But the chaos of the city's fall has only just begun.
The dark army surged into every street of the capital city of Nar like a flood bursting its banks.
Resistance was weak and futile; slaughter and fear became the main themes of the city.
Layton Arthur finally spurred his Nightmare steed and slowly passed through the broken city gate, entering the city that symbolized the end of his revenge.
Along the streets, burning houses crackled and popped, and corpses lay scattered everywhere, along with panicked civilians fleeing in terror.
Arthur's soldiers followed them in, their feelings a mixture of emotions as they looked at the scene before them.
Some soldiers, their eyes red, began searching for Nar's soldiers to avenge themselves, while others stood there blankly, stunned by the brutal scene of victory.
Layton remained oblivious to the chaos and carnage around him.
His gaze swept across the burning streets and landed directly on the most magnificent building in the city center—the Royal Palace of Nar.
There lay his final destination on this journey.
The nightmare warhorse strode forward, proceeding unhurriedly towards the royal palace.
Wherever he went, whether it was rampaging dark creatures or crazed Arthurian soldiers, they all instinctively made way for him.
Everything—it all seems to have settled down!
Meanwhile, deep within the Silent Forest, far from the bloody battlefield, lies a tranquil lake shrouded in mist.
"The conditions I've proposed are already quite generous, Mochamo—my lord."
Hick looked at his mentor, Mochamo, the current administrator of the Silent Forest, whom he had specially invited to this place, and spoke calmly.
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable weight.
"Hick, you should know better than anyone what this means for the entire Aikar region."
Mochamo looked at his former brother's student, Hick, who had now become unfathomable, and his tone was filled with indescribable complex emotions!
Hick's plan was too audacious, too insane!
So audacious and reckless that if he makes even the slightest mistake, the entire legacy of the Silent Forest, passed down for countless years, could be completely overthrown before his very eyes, and during his term of office!
"If we fail, there will be no place in the entire Aikar region that will tolerate the existence of the Silent Forest! We will become the common enemy of all forces!"
Mochamo practically growled as he said this, trying to make Hick understand the serious consequences.
"Mochamo, the consequences you mentioned only apply to the assumption of failure."
Faced with Mochamo's doubts and concerns, Hick's response was full of almost absolute confidence.
"But my plan—cannot fail."
"You're too arrogant, Hick!"
Mochamo's face was grim as he stared sharply at him, his words filled with distrust and worry.
"What you're seeking is unprecedented! The variables and risks involved are simply incalculable!"
"Heh, arrogant?"
Hick chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in his voice, yet also a detached acceptance of everything. He continued, as if stating a fact already known: "Actually, for the past five years, I've been incredibly curious. Why, as the administrator of the Silent Forest, did you consistently turn a blind eye as my power rapidly expanded and my actions became increasingly—unconventional? Even when I needed it, you would proactively help me conceal my existence and erase all traces?"
His gaze shifted to Mochamo, as if he could see right through the other's thoughts.
"It wasn't until recently that I finally understood. The secret library of the Silent Forest must contain what my mentor, Heath, left behind..."
Some core notes that had never been made public. And you—Lord Mochamo—must have known all along about your mentor's forbidden, final experimental plan, right?
Mochamo's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and he remained silent, not immediately refuting her.
This silent reaction has already confirmed Hick's guess.
"In that case, you must understand that once this experiment succeeds, the heights I can reach will far exceed our imagination!"
Hick pressed on relentlessly, his tone gradually becoming sharper.
"Then tell me, an opportunity so close to fulfilling the mentor's ambitions, and perhaps even surpassing the mentor, is right before me—"
Why are you stopping me? Isn't this also the Silent Forest's long-cherished desire?
Faced with Hick's pointed question, Mochamo fell into a long silence, and the mist by the lake seemed to freeze.
After a long pause, he slowly spoke, his voice tinged with weariness and struggle: "Hick, look what you've accomplished! Your plan has almost succeeded! You possess immense power, control vast influence, and even the fate of a duchy is in your hands!"
Why not stop here and quit while you're ahead? Why gamble everything on that vague, wild guess that only exists in notebook theory?
He tried to make a final attempt at persuasion, his tone even carrying a hint of earnestness.
Even if—even if that guess has a one in ten thousand chance of being correct, if we proceed in your extreme way, it would require gathering such a massive, complex, and dangerous torrent of energy—
What are the chances of your body and soul succeeding? Young man, be more prudent, survive, and cherish what you have now—isn't that better?
Mochamo's words were rational and realistic, filled with the concerns of an elder.
However, he still didn't understand Hick enough, or rather, he didn't know what Hick's ultimate reliance was!
As long as there is a possibility, Hick will succeed!
"As for the success rate, Lord Mochamo, you don't need to worry about that."
Hick's answer was resolute, and his absolute confidence even made Mochamo take a breath away!
"But I can assure you in any way—I will succeed!"
Could it be that Hick holds some unknown trump card or trump card that could turn the tide of the game?
Mochamo looked into Hick's unfathomable eyes, which burned with dark flames, and his heart trembled violently.
But when he thought of the outlandish, almost suicidal ultimate plan described in Heath's notes, he still found it difficult to make a decision.
"Think about it, Mochamo!"
Hick's voice suddenly rose, carrying a seductive power, like the whisper of a demon.
"Success is all it takes! Just this one success! The entire continent of Aikar will belong to the Silent Forest! This will fulfill the ultimate wish that no ruler of the Silent Forest has ever been able to achieve! Now, this opportunity is right before you, within your grasp! Are you really going to give it up because of fear?"
"Can you really guarantee success?"
After listening to Hick's grand vision, a vision that would ignite the passion of any member of the Silent Forest, Mochamo's breathing quickened. His inner desires ultimately overwhelmed his caution, and he asked in a dry voice.
If—if Heath's plan could actually come to fruition—
"certainly!"
Hick's answer was without the slightest hesitation, filled with unquestionable certainty.
"If it weren't for verifying my mentor's final, astonishing conjecture about the nature of energy and seeking a further breakthrough, with my current accumulation and preparation, I could have already achieved a conventional promotion!"
Faced with Hick's resolute assurance and the glorious future he painted that would allow the Silent Forest to reach the pinnacle of Aikar, the last trace of hesitation in Mokamo's eyes was finally replaced by intense ambition and a gambling spirit.
He took a deep breath, as if to expel all his worries and fears, and finally said heavily, "Fine! Hick! I'll gamble the future of the entire Silent Forest with you! I hope you won't forget your promise today! Your plan—I, representing the Silent Forest, am involved!"
"Then—it'll be a pleasure doing business with you!"
A satisfied smile, one that suggested he had everything under control, finally appeared on Hick's lips.
"I hope you won't let me down, Hick."
Mochamo gave Hick one last deep look, as if trying to memorize his confidence at that moment.
After saying that, his figure swayed slightly and disappeared silently as if it had merged into the thick fog, leaving only the swirling mist around the lake.
After Mochamo left, Hick stood alone, gazing at the calm yet unfathomable dark lake before him, muttering to himself in a voice only he could hear, his eyes flashing with a mad and fiery light: "Heh, upright and honest, steady and methodical, step by step—that's a boring trick for the so-called chosen ones."
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"And my path—is about taking the unconventional route, about using any means necessary—about achieving instant success!"
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