"What's with this Mordo...?"
Half a month later, on the Great Snow Mountain, Lake and the Sorcerer Supreme sat atop another snowy peak, drinking tea as they watched Mordo playing the role of coach in the square below. They could not help shaking their heads.
After hearing the Sorcerer Supreme's account, Lake smiled. "So, if only fools and idiots remained in the future, the one who survived would definitely be the idiot. There's some truth to that."
How so?
Fools liked to court death, while idiots only had instinct.
Applied to the current situation, Mordo was the fool, while Vishanti was the idiot.
Even Vishanti—a Vishanti who had been reduced to nothing but the most basic instincts—knew that when choosing a successor, he had to take his opinion into consideration.
But what about this Mordo?
I'm the greatest evil?
"What a joke. Whether on the surface or underneath, I look like a righteous character, okay?
"I'm a god, and not just any god, but a heavenly god. I silently helped this crappy little planet complete its technological leap. After learning that this crappy little planet had once been Midgard, I not only didn't drive away its people, I even personally moved Midgard elsewhere?
"What kind of spirit is that? Without a doubt, it's the spirit of self-sacrifice for the sake of others.
"And now, you're merely a Templar Mage, and your own boss hasn't even said a word, yet you've already decided that I'm the greatest evil?
"Is your brain fried, or did a donkey kick you?"
And besides...
Your boss was still in power, yet you were already openly and impatiently defecting to the crown prince of Vishanti. Was that appropriate?
Most importantly—
Where did you get the impression that, since the current king of Vishanti, The Ancient One,