paranoianovel Chapter 163: The Scheme to Launch the Wizarding War!
Chapter 163: The Scheme to Launch the Wizarding War!
Chapter 163: The Scheme to Launch the Wizarding War!
"Sean, wasn't our original mission to hold Silian back here and wear her down? Why are you preventing the Nar from seeking help from the outside world, especially from Silian?"
Sori gazed at the distant city of Nardu, its outline blurred in the twilight, seemingly shrouded in fear, his brow furrowed, his tone tinged with confusion.
He was used to direct combat and destruction, and was puzzled by this seemingly laissez-faire strategy.
Sean let out a very soft, almost inaudible chuckle, his pale face appearing enigmatic in the shadows.
"This is an order personally issued by Lord Hick, Sory! What the Lord is planning and seeking has long exceeded the gains and losses of a single Sirian, and even the gains and losses of this one city or place."
"What do you mean?"
Sorey turned his head sharply, his sharp gaze falling on his colleague who was always shrouded in mystery.
"Could there be some bigger plan hidden behind this, one that I don't know about?"
"I'm not entirely clear on the specific overall plan either."
Sean's voice was calm and even, as if he were recounting an ordinary little thing.
"But collecting the immense negative energy and the souls of the unjustly killed that have sprung up on this battlefield due to war and despair is a fundamental task we must accomplish; it is part of the fuel."
He paused, finally turning his gaze away from the distant capital and onto Sori, whose face was filled with doubt. A faint light seemed to flicker in Sori's lifeless eyes.
"Sorry, what you see is perhaps just a more conspicuous piece on the chessboard."
Sean's voice lowered, yet carried a calmness that seemed to pierce through the fog.
"To hold back Srian? That is certainly one of the overt objectives. But Lord Hick's vision and ambition are never limited to a single goal or personal grudge."
"Silian, she is the Flame of Light," is the brand that the Eternal Tower has been promoting in recent years. She is a dazzling new star in the White Wizard camp, and in the eyes of many, she is almost a symbol of "order, mercy, and justice."
What would a character like this do if, at the height of her success and while carrying out a mission representing the Eternal Tower, she suddenly received news that her homeland was on the verge of destruction and her family was crying out for help?
A flicker of understanding crossed Sorey's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by greater confusion: "She'll come back no matter what! But that's exactly what we want, isn't it? To let her walk right into our trap! But why not send the message now, so she can come back immediately and walk into the trap we've laid?"
"No, not entirely."
Sean shook his head slightly, his fingertips unconsciously entwined with a wisp of cold, living shadow energy.
"We do need her to know, we need her back. But we don't need a fully prepared Silian, arriving with a massive army of reinforcements from the Eternal Tower, as a savior and judge of light. That kind of Silian is too powerful, too right," and too elusive.
His tone grew increasingly profound, carrying a cold, calculating quality.
"We need her to come back hastily and desperately when she is facing a real crisis in her homeland, when her family is on the verge of extinction, when she is completely consumed by anger, anxiety, worry and helplessness, and when she is most likely to lose her calm judgment."
"What Lord Hick wanted was never a fair duel, or even simply to kill Srian."
What the adults want is a trigger! To make this radiant, fiery light, at the peak of her life, at the most dazzling and emotionally intense moment, fall headlong into the inescapable web of darkness we have carefully woven for her.
The symbolic meaning she represents, her talent, her power, even her extreme emotions—their value far exceeds that of her personal soul or life.
Sean's gaze returned to the distant city, which seemed to tremble in fear, as if he were staring at some larger storm brewing.
"And this city of Nar, sliding into the abyss, these fearful souls fermenting in despair, and the piercing cry for help about to be sent, carrying the last hope of the Nar people—"
All of this is "an indispensable lure in this grand capture," "the pressure that must be applied to bring the target to its knees."
"Gathering the souls of the battlefield is essential nourishment, but more importantly, we must use this war, the survival of the Duchy of Nar, as a stage and leverage, to force out the most authentic and intense emotional fluctuations of Sillian!"
"That burning anger, the piercing fear, the endless despair, and the ultimate light that might ignite everything in the final moment—these extreme and pure phenomena are what are more valuable for Lord Hick's next research!"
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Sorey, the faint smile on his pale face turning cold and sharp.
"So we won't stop them; on the contrary, at the right time, we'll even help them send out the most desperate and tragic distress signals."
This will only make the flames of light, which are rushing back anxiously, burn even more fiercely, and become even more predictable and controllable.
"The net that Lord Hick cast was never meant to catch a special fish, but to catch a dragon that could stir up the winds and clouds of the entire continent by falling into the sea."
The fate of the entire Duchy of Nar is nothing more than a small, sweet-smelling bait tossed into the river of destiny, destined to be sacrificed.
"Bait?!"
Sorey's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and shock.
He originally thought this was at most a personal revenge and capture, involving at most the rise and fall of two duchies and their grudges, but this has exceeded his previous expectations.
Sean looked at the undisguised horror on his face, and the smile on his pale face deepened and grew colder, as if he were admiring a painting depicting an apocalyptic scene that was about to be completed.
"Yes, bait."
Sean's voice was eerily calm, as if he were stating a preordained truth.
"But it's not the kind of bait you think it is used to catch small fish. It's a fulcrum used to leverage the entire existing power structure of Aikar."
He paced slowly, and the shadows beneath his feet seemed to wriggle and extend as if they were alive.
"What is Silian? She is far more than just the Lightbringer," far more than just a gifted wizard of the Eternal Tower.
She is a symbol, a banner! She is a symbol revered by the white wizarding forces that believe in principles of order, light, and mercy, as well as by the many secular kingdoms that are attached to the Eternal Tower!
She represents a widely accepted notion of "correctness" and "hope."
"And what about Lord Hick?"
Sean paused, his tone involuntarily carrying a hint of fanatical awe.
"What the adults represent is a completely different kind of power and will deep within the Silent Forest. It is an exploration that transcends the norm, a pursuit of truth at all costs, and an absolute power to break free from shackles!"
Of course, in the eyes of those who wave the banner of "correctness," we are chaos, evil, darkness and madness that must be purified and eradicated.
"This deep-rooted antagonism has long existed beneath this continent like molten lava surging underground; all it lacks is a sufficiently powerful and awe-inspiring eruption."
His gaze once again fell upon the capital of Nar, as if he had pierced through time and space to see a more magnificent, and even more bloody and cruel future.
"Now, Lord Hick will personally construct this nozzle. Imagine, Sory 5..."
"The beloved twin White Witches, regarded as the embodiment of light, returned anxiously and recklessly to save her family and homeland from near extinction, only to find themselves facing a near-unsolvable deadly trap meticulously laid by the great wizard of the Silent Forest!"
"She might fight a fierce battle and then be defeated, she might be captured in full view of everyone, or even—after an extreme outburst, she might tragically perish."
Sean uttered those words softly, as if savoring the cruel and immense energy they contained.
"And all of this will happen under the watchful eyes of countless pairs of eyes, whether open or hidden."
This takes place on the scorched earth of the Duchy of Nar, within a narrative that unfolds against the backdrop of a "mass invasion" and slaughter by the dark wizards!
"How will the Tower of Eternity react? How will the wizards and organizations that regard Silian as a spiritual idol and firmly believe in the doctrines of light act?"
Can they stand by and watch their flag and symbols be so openly trampled and destroyed by darkness?
"And how will the Silent Forest, the faction represented by Lord Hick, and even the entire dark wizarding camp, respond to the unprecedented collective anger and all-out counterattack that the white wizards might unleash as a result?"
Sean's voice rose, carrying a cold fervor that seemed like a prophetic pronouncement: "Conflict will be inevitable!"
And it will never be limited to personal grudges between two wizards, or territorial disputes between two border principalities!
It will escalate rapidly, spiral out of control, and spread! Long-suppressed ideological clashes, old grudges, the thirst for resources, and the ambition for power—all of these will be ignited in this storm!
"The Eternal Tower and its allies will not give up easily, and the Silent Forest and the dark forces that are already dissatisfied with the existing order will not yield or back down!"
At that time, the vast and intricate alliances of both sides, countless vassal kingdoms, duchies, and organizations, and even those forces attempting neutrality, will all be swept into this enormous vortex! No one will be able to truly remain uninvolved!
He whirled around, staring intently at Sorey, his eyes flashing with a chillingly cold light: "And this! This is what Lord Hick truly desires—the Fourth War of the Wizards of Aikar!"
A total war that will sweep across the entire continent, involving all nations, all races, and all extraordinary powers, and will completely reshape the world order!
"Only in such an unprecedented total war, in a chaotic era where the old order is utterly shattered and a new order is born in blood and fire, in the immense energy released by the wailing and annihilation of countless souls and the massive burning of life and civilization—"
Sean's voice became extremely low, yet it carried a deadly, devilish allure.
"Only Lord Hick could obtain the 'enough, strong enough, fresh enough, and hot enough' kindling necessary for his ultimate experiment—fortified firewood!"
"The fate of the Duchy of Nar? The destiny of Silian herself?"
Sean chuckled, his tone filled with detached indifference.
"They are indeed important, but their importance lies in the fact that they are the best spark to ignite the raging fire that is destined to engulf the entire continent of Ekar!"
It is the most perfect yet cruel bait—the bait that makes the blood of the entire world boil and flow!
Sori fell completely silent. A chill from the depths of his soul instantly swept over his body, almost stopping him from thinking and leaving him only with an instinctive tremor.
He finally understood.
What they are engaging in right now is not a simple act of revenge at all.
They are assisting Lord Hick in personally orchestrating a catastrophe that will engulf the entire Aikar!
A massive, man-made disaster designed to satisfy an unimaginable need!
However, a huge question suddenly surfaced in his cold mind.
"But----"
Sori's voice was extremely dry.
"Although we are still nominally part of the Silent Forest, Lord Hick has been operating independently for many years and has little contact with the higher-ups of the Silent Forest."
If the situation escalates, and the Eternal Tower launches a full-scale attack, then the old monsters of the Silent Forest—
Will they really choose to wage a full-scale war against the wizarding faction for Lord Hick's plan? Will they follow the master's script?
Hearing Sory's incisive question, Sean's cold and eerie smile remained unchanged. He simply replied in a calm yet unwavering tone, "On this matter—Lord Hick only said one sentence."
He paused, mimicking that detached tone that seemed to know everything and control everything:
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"They—will."