Chapter 75: Wizard City Part 1

In an instant, I materialized amidst a brilliant burst of light, only to discover myself standing adjacent to my escort within the confines of a somber stone valley. The surroundings were notably mundane, with a towering wall nearby, against which leaned a figure cloaked in a simple yet dignified purple robe. This individual was deeply engrossed in the contents of a substantial tome, its cover shrouded in mystery to me, for it bore inscriptions in an unfamiliar language that defied my comprehension.

"Ah, if it isn't our esteemed bearer of light and illusions! And who might this be accompanying you?" The man's attention was swiftly drawn to our sudden appearance, prompting him to extend a cordial greeting to the woman by my side before casting his gaze towards me. His countenance momentarily contorted into a slight grimace, swiftly returning to neutrality as he paused, evidently intrigued to inquire about my identity.

"This is Brook, leader of the Human Alliance of the Seven Cities and a proficient practitioner of the art of ice," she introduced me, her words immediately capturing my attention. "And don't worry, he has no connection to HIM."

Her statement piqued my curiosity, but I resolved to inquire about it later. Instead, I observed silently as the woman exchanged a few brief words with the man, after which he strode purposefully towards the wall against which he had previously leaned. There, he commenced chanting incantations in a language that eluded my understanding.

*RUMBLE*

With a resounding clap and a final utterance from the man, the world around us trembled as if stirred by titanic forces. The colossal cliff face before us began to fissure and splinter, gradually parting to unveil a set of expansive gates that loomed high into the heavens.

As I stepped through the gate alongside the woman, my eyes beheld a gathering of individuals resembling the gatekeeper. Each person was clad in robes of a single, solid hue, with only a select few adorned with subtle designs—a mere speck of contrasting color here, or a slender line traversing their cloaks there. Yet, these embellishments, though minimal, hinted at an underlying significance, something I hope to soon understand as me and the woman moved through the crowds that split like Moses and the red sea at the sight of the woman.

As we strolled through what appeared to be a bustling shopping district, snippets of conversation floated through the air, painting a vivid tapestry of intrigue and recognition.

"Is that High Seat McGongall?" I overheard someone whisper, prompting a hushed exchange of words. "Of course, you buffoon! Who else would wear those robes?" another voice retorted with a hint of disdain.

As we continued our journey, the murmurs grew more pronounced, echoing the woman's name—McGongall—through the crowded streets. "Wasn't she injured in the battle against that evil wizard?" one passerby speculated. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure she was. I wonder what's so important about that guy she's leading that she would stop resting," another mused aloud.

With each passing conversation, I pieced together more details, gradually forming a clearer understanding of the woman now identified as McGongall and the significance she held within this city of magic and mystery.

"Okay, we're here. Please, just go inside. Our high wizard should be expecting you," McGongall declared abruptly, bringing us to a halt before what appeared to be an ordinary hovel. In stark contrast to the surrounding homes, this humble abode seemed smaller and less adorned, its appearance akin to a structure on the verge of demolition rather than a cherished dwelling. Despite its unassuming facade, I refrained from passing judgment and followed McGongall's lead into the warmly lit interior.

As I stepped through the threshold, the cloak I had donned to conceal my identity shrouded my skeletal features in shadow, luckily I did so as judging by the gatekeepers reaction I looked like someone less than liked.

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[Name: Brook. D .Newport]

[Race: Undead]

[Species: Withering skeleton warrior]

[Class: Death Knight{Frost}]

[Rank: 2]

[Level: 43](1,400,002/2,000,000)

[Health: 342/342]

[Mana points: 98/98]

[Stat points: 0]

[Strength: 115]

[Endurance: 114]

[Agility: 114]

[Wisdom: 49]

[Intelligence: 49]

[skills: [Scrutinize: Lv Max], [Frost Strike: Lv Max] [Chains of Ice: Lv Max] [Permafrost: Lv Max], [Cold Breath: Lv Max], [Frozen Fortitude: Lv Max],[Chilled Servitude: Lv 6], [Glacial Dread: Lv 8], [Desolate aura: Lv 2], [Vitality steal: Lv 1], [Soul Ice]

[Note: Slightly weaker than you but slippery]

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