Exploring Technology in a Wizard World

Chapter 224: Chapter 223 Ice Kill! Chapter 224: Chapter 223 Ice Kill! Pu Aiji Kingdom, Kairo City Duel Arena, the atmosphere was eerily solemn.

On the noble viewing deck, King Hu Fu forcibly calmed himself, his face tense as he stared at Macbeth, “Wizard, tell me what you want from me. As long as you don’t kill me, I can tell you anything I know and let you take anything I own. You asked me earlier who in the Wizard Organization is supporting me; I can tell you it’s…”

“Shush!”

Macbeth made a silencing gesture, shook his head as if he thought of something, then nodded, “Right, no need to say it, I already know the answer. Your reaction when I asked you earlier told me it was definitely one of those few Wizard Organizations supporting you. That’s enough.

I don’t need to know specifically which Wizard Organization it is, just knowing they indeed exist is enough. And as for you, Your Majesty, well, you must die. The reason is simple, being an ordinary person, or rather, a king, you’re a bit too outstanding. Your excellence is your original sin because this world doesn’t need someone as excellent as you—it breaks the rules.”

“I…” King Hu Fu’s eyes widened, wanting to say something but Macbeth stopped him.

“Shush, quiet, listen a bit,” Macbeth said.

“Listen to what?” King Hu Fu looked confused.

“The sound of ice cracking.”

“Hmm?”

“Whoosh!”

As King Hu Fu stood puzzled, Macbeth touched him, and instantly a large amount of ice mist and vapor enveloped his body, quickly turning him into a human ice sculpture.

Macbeth touched again, and with a “crack,” numerous cracks appeared on the entire ice sculpture. Blood gushed out from the inside, wrapping King Hu Fu who was clearly dead beyond any doubt.

“Ah, what a wonderful sound,” Macbeth admired, then turned his head to the side. Intelligence Minister Cheker was painfully groaning as he stood up from the corner, his face vigilant, his hand tightly clutching a poisoned dagger. Cheker didn’t think a poisoned dagger could harm Macbeth, but at a crucial moment, it could at least help him free himself.

Yet Macbeth made no attacking move, and looked at Cheker, saying, “I’m sorry for killing your king, but such things as kings, kill one, and there will be another, nothing much to fuss about. So, go find your next master. And yes, if someone asks you about today, you can tell them that it was the White Shadow from the Deep Blue Castle who killed your king, just like that.”

After finishing his speech, Macbeth walked down the noble viewing platform to the center of the arena, addressing Richard and Nancy chatting in the middle, “Let’s go.”

“Yes,” Richard and Nancy responded, quickly following Macbeth’s pace, heading towards the exit.

On the viewing platform, the crowd was silent, their eyes wide like ice balls, emitting frightened and fearful light, hardly daring to breathe as they watched the trio leave.

After Macbeth, along with Richard and Nancy, had left, every survivor shivered uncontrollably, recalling the scene they had just witnessed.

…

A moment later.

“Clip-clop…”

The sound of horse hooves rang out outside Kairo City, as Macbeth led Richard and Nancy toward the border, but their pace was slow, seemingly waiting deliberately for someone.

Then…

“Clip-clop-clip-clop…”

Like a thunderstorm, the sound of countless horse hooves erupted, and a large group of cavalry dashed out of Kairo City, catching up with the trio.

“Ah, as expected,” Macbeth voiced calmly, glancing at Richard and Nancy, explained, “This is also part of the task. Although the main part of the task was to kill the king, more fundamentally, it was to establish a Pu Aiji Kingdom more sympathetic to our White Stone Tower.

Hu Fu was previously a puppet supported by another Wizard Organization, and by killing him, someone more sympathetic to our White Stone Tower will try to come into power in the Pu Aiji Kingdom. He had been notified earlier and would not send anyone to chase us.

His competitor, on the other hand, would definitely try to pursue, after all, if by chance they killed us, they could gain significant political leverage. And what I have to do is to crush that illusion completely.”

“Um…”

“Now, from here on, keep your distance; I’m about to go on a killing spree,” Macbeth instructed Nancy and Richard.

“Yes…”

Richard and Nancy didn’t hesitate, responding quickly as they rode off into the distance, while Macbeth met the large amount of charging cavalry alone, the distance between them continually closing.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters!

“Stop!”

Someone in the cavalry issued the command, and immediately all the riders stopped their galloping horses.

“Ready the arrows!”

The riders plucked the longbows from their backs.

“Load!”

The riders drew arrows and nocked them on the longbows.

“Aim!”

The riders aligned their arrows.

“Hold!”

The riders held their positions, motionless.

“Fire!”

With a swoosh, countless arrows flew like locusts toward Macbeth, who was within optimal shooting range.

In an instant, the sky darkened followed by all the riders widening their eyes in horror.

Macbeth raised his hand as if lifting the sky itself, effortlessly stopping the barrage of descending arrows.

Then, with a wave of his hand, Macbeth reversed the arrows’ direction, sending them howling back to their original owners and into the densely packed cavalry.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

The cries of agony were incessant.

“Don’t be afraid! Don’t be afraid!” someone in lavish armor bellowed within the cavalry, desperately trying to stabilize the ranks. He drew his longsword, swinging it vigorously, and shouted, “Kill the evil wizard, avenge Your Majesty, there’s reward for everyone! Charge!”

The wounded cavalry hesitated at first but eventually spurred their horses forward, galloping toward the approaching Macbeth.

One hundred fifty meters.

“Speed up!” the Cavalry Leader cried out.

“Crack,” the riders whipped their horses.

One hundred meters!

“Speed up!” the Cavalry Leader called again.

“Crack, crack, crack,” the riders furiously whipped their horses.

Fifty meters.

“Charge!” the Cavalry Leader shouted.

“Thud, thud, thud,” the riders kicked the horses’ bellies hard with their spurs.

Pained, the horses reached their maximum speed, and the entire cavalry unit surged like a dark tide towards Macbeth with the force of thunder, intending to crush him.

Macbeth, alone on his horse, watched the scene with a calm and even mocking face. The next moment, his lips moved quickly and silently as he recited a spell.

“Da da da!”

The cavalry closed in like lightning, reaching just ten meters away from Macbeth in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, Macbeth raised his hand, casting the spell.

“Swish!”

A torrent of white Ice Mist burst forth like a furious White Dragon, sweeping over the front row of the cavalry at a visible speed, turning them into ice sculptures, nailing them in place. The mist continued to surge, filling the gaps between the ice sculptures, forming a solid ice wall.

The following cavalry, unable to stop themselves, continuously smashed into this ice wall at high speed.

“Crack! Crack! Crack!”

The Ice Spears stood immovable, glistening in the sunlight while the collided cavalry screamed as they fell from their horses.

Dust, mixed with screams, rose from behind the ice wall, blanketing the sky in a spectacular display.