In the face of such words of remembrance, the three of them nodded respectfully without a word of nonsense.
It had to be said that this "mentor" had a strange habit. His students did not seem to know that they had the same mentor. When Saville summoned Chris, the two of them did not even think that they would be under the same master!
As for the fact that Eccleston had traumatized Nois, there was no such thing as a "partnership" among Augustine's apprentices.
Even Nois, who was in the Undead Council with Leoric, did not seem to be on good terms with him.
It was difficult to summarize Augustine's character in a sentence or two. He seemed to always wear all kinds of masks, and no one knew which one was the real him … Or perhaps, the so-called "true self" had long disappeared in his long life.
He had too much glory and too many past experiences. Having walked the world for more than a thousand years, he had long lost interest in most food. The only difference between him and the High Elf Sandinaran, who had a similar long lifespan, was that Augustine had already reached the height that she had reached a thousand years ago. He might even have surpassed her.
Casual, indifferent, and unpretentious, all of Augustine's actions always had a sense of returning to simplicity.
"Today is the first time all of you have met. In my long life, you are the only ones who are still alive among my students." Augustine tapped his fingers rhythmically on the armchair. His movements were confident and carried a sense of detachment. "You did not choose the path of survival, but fate chose you."
This sentence had a different meaning. Countless people were fighting to change their fate, but they did not know that this guy at the top of the pyramid had already seen through all of this.
"The invasion of the Abyss is only a matter of time. Even if you did not do it, they would have come."
Augustine looked at Leoric, and the main decision-maker of the Undead Council immediately put his hand on his chest, slightly apologetic. "Until now, no one has been able to collect the Three Great Sacred Artifacts. I understand your current efforts, but I will not deny your achievements."
His mentor was always his mentor. With a simple sentence, Leoric no longer had any complaints. All these years of hard work had not been erased by a single sentence from his mentor. This was already a result that Leoric could not be more grateful for.
They might not necessarily agree with your methods, but they would defend your efforts. It would be difficult to find a second person in the world who could do this.
Augustine raised his eyelids slightly and continued, "You know what I'm thinking. The Wheel of Fortune won't change its direction just because the three divine artifacts are gathered. However, nothing is set in stone in this world. This sentence applies to me as well."
"Understood, tutor."
Leoric took a step back.
"North."
Augustine gently straightened his back and looked at the dragon who had been agitated ever since he completely nullified his attack. He let out a soft sigh.
"Yes, my mentor."
There seemed to be a different light in his eyes, and Noyes' body revealed an unimaginable fanaticism — it was a physical state that only a soldier with a surge of adrenaline after encountering a battle would have. His fingertips trembled slightly, and his body even trembled slightly.
"Do you still remember what I told you before?"
Augustine gently stood up from the stone chair, and this action caused Nois to tremble violently.
"My mentor said … 'Your pride is the most indispensable thing in your path of advancement. Cherish it.'"
Nois softly recited these words in the language of the Dragon Race. From this, one could see how terrifying Augustine's territory was. Even the Dragon Race had to grovel in front of him.
"You didn't forget. Very good."
Augustine nodded and suddenly disappeared from where he stood.
At the same time, Nois also disappeared in mid-air, leaving Leoric and Chris standing in the palace with their heads lowered. Although the two knew that their mentor had disappeared, neither of them dared to make any unnecessary movements.
…
On the peak of the white snowy mountain.
Augustine and Nois suddenly appeared on the peak of the mountain that was impossible for humans to reach. The peaks here stood at an unimaginably straight angle above the mountains. Climb?
The rock walls were almost 90 degrees, and the drop was more than 1,000 meters. Even high-level professionals would find it difficult to climb the upper half in this environment where oxygen and magic elements were scarce.
Effortlessly, St. Augustine and his apprentices appeared here. This teacher in a long robe didn't sigh with emotion as if he was looking down at the world or stared at the foot of the mountain. Behind him, Nois understood what this teacher meant.
"Mentor, I only have one question."
"Are you doubting my words?"
Augustine looked ahead. The white clouds seemed to have been stepped under his feet, and the scene before him was unimaginably vast and magnificent. It was nighttime, and the bright moon above their heads made this place extremely bright. The snow on the peak of the snowy mountain that never melted all year round glistened, and the chilly wind howled incessantly, making the two lonely figures look even more special.
This rhetorical question made Nois's question seem a little pale. It was as if there was no need to think if Augustine's words were really answering Nois's question. After hearing these faint words, Nois lowered his head slightly. Then … he stepped forward lightly, walked to the edge of the cliff beside Augustine, and opened his arms slightly.
"Embrace death, and you can embrace everything. Gaze at my pride, and I shall conquer everything."
Nois's dragon language was like a poem, lightly echoing between the peaks. Then … he lightly bent his body and jumped down.
There was no elemental rhythm, no extra light, and he seemed to be the most ordinary human. Nois did such a crazy thing. Behind him was his mentor, Augustine, who was thinking quietly. Looking at the figure disappearing into the clouds, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Taking one step is much better than taking ten thousand steps in the same place."
…
Nois's figure descended between the clouds at an extremely fast speed.
This dragon battle genius of the City of Geniuses had never revealed his identity to anyone. His body was white because he had the unique physique of the undead. But the biggest difference between him and the undead was that … his heart was beating.
He did not become anyone's puppet. He did not become a necromancer with a "soul box" like Saville. He did not stop breathing like Leoric. On the contrary, Nois, who had walked the path of pursuing power to this day, was clearly not just the "talented" one who was willing to work hard.
The black dragon race was almost extinct. There was no news of the golden dragon race for a thousand years. The red dragon race was struggling at death's door, and only the dragon race leader was left to hold the fort. And the dragon bloodline that had been forgotten in the corner had fallen from the cliff at this moment, like an abandoned stone.
This was the fate of the green dragon race. Ever since Roslolian disappeared from this continent, the green dragon race disappeared along with their leader. But Nois was the only green dragon that walked the world in the past thousand years.
The green dragon that controlled the power of nature had now become the undead that his origin power hated the most.
A coincidence of fate?
This was not the first time Nois had thought about this question. Why was it that ever since he was conscious, he had always been facing that lonely and ordinary figure. Why had there never been any news of his race on this continent?
Nois, who closed his eyes gently, could feel the air rushing past his body. It was all so familiar. How long had it been since he had experienced this feeling?
In the past, he had been trained by his mentor to jump off this cliff and survive without the help of any magic. Back then, Nois was not as unrestrained as he was now. He remembered the first time he was kicked down by the strict Augustine, Nois really thought he was dead.
His magical powers were completely restrained, and even his ability to transform into a dragon was sealed.
It was hard to imagine what kind of torture it was. But after everything was overcome, Nois understood that what he was afraid of was not death, but the nostalgia in his heart.
His figure flashed across the valley, piercing through the clouds with an indomitable determination.