Wind and snow filled the sky

Amidst the swirling snow.

A slender figure in a snow-white mink coat moved slowly forward, her steps so light that they left almost no trace on the snow. The biting wind and icy snowflakes seemed to encounter an invisible barrier as they approached her, then scattered and fell away around her. This was Wizard's Protection from Energy Force Field; perhaps only high-level Wizard could so extravagantly waste Spell Slot.

The woman was dressed very lightly, wearing only a mink coat and a close-fitting white robe that revealed her exquisite figure. Her legs were clad in black stockings, which at a glance did not appear to be made of silk from the Surface World. Protection from Energy could block the cold wind and snow, but it could not block the cold climate of the entire natural world. She was either a professional with an exceptionally strong Constitution or had been given resistance-type Spell.

"Damn druids!"

The woman's appearance was quite alluring. If Soren were here, he might vaguely feel a sense of familiarity, but he might not recognize her, because her hair had turned pale purple, her pupils had turned azure blue, and she was completely different from before. However, some features remained, such as the tone of her voice, her fragrance, and the stockings on her legs. Enchanted stockings made of spider silk from the Underdark were not commonly found even on high-ranking Wizard.

This is Goria's mother, that alluring yet wicked woman.

She walked across the cold snowfield, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then looked up at the sky, as if she wanted to use Spell to fly.

"This damn weather."

The alluring woman cursed angrily, then continued onward; the weather was simply too cold. The wind was too biting, and casting Fly required Abjuration Spell; the higher she flew, the more piercing the wind became. Even a high-ranking Witch like herself couldn't use Spell without restraint. She had to reserve Spell Slot for combat and survival.

A sound seemed to come from afar. The alluring woman turned around and glanced at it, saying hatefully, "These Shadow Spirit bastards! You ignore the Cult of Fear running rampant everywhere, but you've chased me for half the world! Didn't I say long ago that I wouldn't continue the forbidden experiments? Once I get my experimental subjects back, I'll make you all pay!"

A Spell inspiration appeared.

The glamorous woman suddenly accelerated, her ordinary steps appearing as if she were running at full speed, almost comparable to a professional athlete's 100-meter sprint.

The cold wind grew stronger and stronger.

An Eagle was forced to fall from the sky. Even professionals are not invincible before nature. Even the druid, Change Shape an Eagle, could not fly freely in this icy realm. Before the overwhelming power of nature, even Legendary are sometimes helpless. The druid landed and paused for a moment. Then, frowning, he looked into the distance and murmured, "Where has that Destruction of nature escaped to? We absolutely cannot let her go again; her existence is a disaster for nature."

Even the combined efforts of three Legendary Druid couldn't completely repair the damage she left behind; the alluring woman was now number one on the druids' blacklist! Wherever she conducted Spell experiments, terrifying energy radiation remained, making her seem like a 'human-shaped self-propelled nuclear fusion radiation device.' In the last few hundred years, no one has been more destructive to the natural environment than her.

The cold wind grew increasingly biting.

The alluring woman walked for dozens of kilometers when suddenly she seemed to sense something. She cast a Spell on herself, and an invisible eye outline made of spiritual light appeared above her. The next moment, her expression changed slightly. She first uttered a phrase in a North dialect, roughly meaning "Holy crap," and then muttered, "Silver Moon Stalker?"

"Could these stubborn people really hate me that much? Sending a Quasi-Legendary druid to hunt me down wasn't enough, they even brought out the Silver Moon Stalker?"

She wanted to use the Teleportation Spell, but Teleportation Spell cannot be used indiscriminately.

The Wizard hadn't prepared teleportation coordinates beforehand. Recklessly teleporting could be fatal. If you teleport into a rock, the rock won't automatically make way. There are only two possible outcomes: either you crash into the rock at near-light speed (the speed in spatial tunnels is very close to the speed of light, and any attempt to slow you down will result in being pulverized), or the Spell goes awry. You teleport into the rock, and the rock remains there—your body merges with the rock.

There have always been Wizard, having just learned Teleportation Spell, have lost their lives because of it.

Short-distance teleportation is manageable, but the longer the distance, the higher the requirements for teleportation markers become—a requirement that even Deity cannot bypass.

On a towering mountain peak.

The Silver Moon Stalker stood aloof before the steep mountainside, her expression grim. Anyone possessing near- Legendary strength, who let a mere third-tier Rogue escape, would likely be unhappy. The initial tracking had gone smoothly, but it completely stalled upon entering the icy plains. Her pursuer seemed relentless, barely keeping pace no matter how hard she tried. These past few days had left her somewhat weary, and the target's tracks had been almost entirely obscured by the snow.

The longer time drags on, the more energy the Leaf of Life will consume. Even if the Rogue is found, it will be impossible to retrieve that precious relic. This is a significant loss for the druids, and equally so for the Elven Realm. The Leaf of Life contains the oldest energy, which, although not powerful, is extremely rare and the only way to imbue their sacred tree with Divinity. The existence of the Elven Overgod has become increasingly ineffective in recent years, and many harbor a sense of discontent.

Many High-tier Druid and Elf elders believe that the oldest beliefs should be restored, and their sacred tree should be transformed into a true Deity. [The High Elf ' belief in their sacred tree.]

This plan has been stalled for over a thousand years.

Progress has been slow due to interference from the Elven Pantheon, but recently all the Deity have fallen into slumber, and even the Elven Overgod is unable to connect with the priests. This has suddenly created an opportunity, and many druids believe it's the perfect time to 'resurrect' the sacred tree. Although the tree hasn't died, its spirit has long since vanished into the past. And just at this critical juncture, an accident has occurred with the remaining three leaves of Leaf of Life; one of them has been lost.

Time changes. Customs change. Beliefs change.

Suddenly, the Silver Moon Stalker seemed to notice something. His sharp gaze swept down like an Eagle's, followed by a look of surprise on his face.

She thought she saw a Witch who was notorious among the Elven Race!

The North Tower.

Goria stood atop the Wizard Tower, hundreds of meters high. The cold wind ruffled her long hair, revealing strands of silver that added a touch of timeless beauty to her flowing locks. Looking down at the land, she resembled a regal Queen, her territory encompassing a radius of 120 kilometers. As a high-ranking member of the Witches' Council and the most likely candidate for the Legendary Northern Witch, she had already touched the edge of the Quasi-Legendary before the age of thirty. Reaching the pinnacle of the Legendary Domain in the future was not impossible.

In the distance, busy fishermen could be seen; these were the migrating Winter Scale Fish. Their habits were rather unique—they only spawned in the spring, and October was the harvest season. The fishermen used carefully sized nets to catch them, then released the smaller, immature fish. To them, Goria was a figure of immense power and prestige, inspiring even greater awe than the City Lord of Moon River City.

Goria looked down at the masses below her, opened her palm to catch a snowflake, and then let out a soft sigh.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

She tightened her Wizard's robes, turned, and walked into the tower. The heavy Iron Golem stood before the door, its voice sharp and metallic as it spoke, "Master, the target is still asleep, but the energy is stable. The initial damage has been repaired."

The twelfth floor of the Wizard Tower.

Vivian's small figure lay on a platform covered with soft velvet. Outside was an oval-shaped protective shield.

Goria walked to a Magic Circle. Her figure appeared directly outside the door. She glanced at the little girl on the platform, who was breathing evenly, and frowned as she unleashed a Spell Aura.

She has been asleep for a long time.

It doesn't need to eat, but it also doesn't wake up. Occasionally, it emits unconscious energy, almost alerting the Witches' Council.

The original site where they were initially placed has been destroyed.

The rampaging Divine Power nearly shattered her Wizard Tower in two. If she hadn't activated her Abjuration Spell in time, Vivian could have destroyed half of the wall.

The little girl's strength is amazing!

Goria is estimated to have surpassed the level of High-tier Legendary (class level 25), and unless there is a way to separate these energies, she will need to remain dormant for a very long time.

Her body was too small, and she was too young.

However, the power within her was already greater than that of an adult Dragon, and unless she transformed from a mortal into Demon, she would be unable to integrate this power.

The Godsbane can transform its form.

If Vivian were to transform into the form of High-tier Demon or Godsbane, she should be able to merge with this power. However, the little girl seems to be resisting and fighting against this power. She is still a mortal, without any characteristics of High-tier Demon or Abyssal Demon Lord. Goria doesn't know how to make a mortal absorb such a vast amount of Divine Power!

She was at a loss.

As a near- Legendary Northern Witch, Goria is not yet Legendary Wizard; she has not yet touched upon such mysterious realms.

Unless she advances to the Legendary level, she won't even be able to analyze the structure of Divine Power!

Land of Ice and Snow.

Soren walked out with a gloomy expression, followed by the middle-aged female priest with a stiff face. The others looked very solemn, and no one spoke for a long time.

The message they received was terrible!

Because it wasn't just the Goddess of Torment's tormentors who came here; even her Chosen came to the Land of Ice and Snow.

The Chosen of Deity.

A born Legendary Professional!

A powerful Wizard who appears to come from the Underdark, possessing some Drow features, but whose face has never been seen clearly.

I arrived here a little over two weeks ago. (To be continued~^~)