"Very well. You are a wise wizard indeed, Amos Feather." Our bored gamer grinned happily at his newly acquired slave wizard.

"..." The Wizard King may have maintained his calm on the outside but on the inside, there were raging emotions of shock and unanswerable questions that rose up one after another.

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One should know that no one has ever mentioned the name Amos Feather in his presence for millions of years already.

All that had known this name had all but turned into bleached bones and ashes on the wind.

Thus, one can only imagine the Wizard King's surprise in hearing his true name upon the lips of our very own protagonist.

The feeling of being naked and all his secrets opened to someone else's perusal was absolutely not a pleasant one.

Alas, the Wizard King Amos Feather could only remain standing mute and speechless amidst this great revelation.

"Now I want you to collect your minions back in here save one."

"Though death could be escaped from... but all of them needed to suffer."

"If I find out that you are lenient in your punishments then you might as well kill them quickly."

"Else they will suffer an eternity of hell in my hands." Clark instructed unto his slave wizard. One should know that his siblings were scared shitless because of what had happened today.

Thus, all of those wizards needed to pay for that.

"I will not fail you, master. You have my assurance that those who journeyed into the barbarian continent today shall bleed in consequence." The Wizard King promised.

"Very well. I leave this matter in your able hands." Our bored gamer said last before he vanished slowly from the scene.

The Wizard King did not even have the guts to trace the location of his master at this time.

He raised his hands instead and roamed it on his head to feel the mark of a deadly spear strike from before.

"I turned into a bald wizard in no time." The Wizard King smiled bitterly as he tried to hide the terror he felt towards our good gamer.

He remained frozen in deep thought for a few minutes before he moved into action in the next moment.

His hair was regrown anew at this time and with his burning staff on hand, the Wizard King traveled back into the familiar place of the past.

"DING!" His form materialized over desecrated lands. Forests, lakes, and mountains were in shambles.

And in the center of this epic demolition, a tiny piece of land remained unscathed in this evil touch of destruction. This safe haven was of course none other than the Astronian camp.

"Who would have known that I would be enslaved today because of a mere curiosity?" The Wizard King murmured under his breath and gave a sad smile thereafter.

Although he was not under any kind of slave spell but he doubted that he could escape far if he wanted to.

The Wizard King was fully subdued the moment our bored gamer uttered his true name.

It was either his masked master was way older than the Wizard King was in this world or that his master was totally capable of reading the entirety of his memories.

Both possibilities bode no advantage and hope unto him. This was why the Wizard King could only follow his master's commands for now.

"Go back to the White Tower and await my presence there."

"Death shall befall upon anyone who does otherwise." The Wizard King looked at the collection of wizards in the place.

They did not dare leave since they were also expecting to know the result of the battle.

Unfortunately for them, their shouts of happiness and victory fell short upon hearing this rather angry admonition from their very own leader.

"Let's go." The old and ugly Wizard Ulric said to his friends around him. One left and then another but the retreat was not missing its own taste of drama.

"MASTER WIZARD! Please release us! Help us!"

"We don't want to be bitches and whores in your lands!" The crying of women followed and they pleaded for their freedom.

This was probably the last time that they could ask for rescue from someone a whole lot stronger than all these wizards combined.

"Shut up, cunt!" A hoary wizard cursed and lent a beating hand unto a very beautiful and delicate young miss.

"PAK!" The woman rolled on the ground and her clothes became disorderly in no time. A magnificent thigh showed and it has ushered the lust in many of the men around her.

One should know that they have just been so close to death and in instances like these, an extreme urge to procreate and release stress was only too natural.

Even more so for these wizards who had yet to master the urges in their loins. The same could not be said to the lady wizards of course.

They thought of their husbands and the euphoria that they would get tonight.

"Release the slaves. From today on, the White Tower shall forbid the purchasing of slaves and merchandise from this barbarian continent.

Any wizard of my White Tower is also forbidden to come into this land." The Wizard King decreed and the coldness of his voice pierced unto the souls of every single wizard on the scene.

"But my king, this woman is..." The hoary wizard wanted to say what was on his mind and this action was exactly the last thing that he ever did in his long life.

"BANG!" A golden light descended from out of nowhere and it bound the hoary wizard completely. A half breath later, the hoary wizard turned into little golden dusts on the ground.

There was no screaming or pain manifested whatsoever. That poor wizard just died. One could see the difference of power between a level 8 and a level 9 wizard.

"Do I hear anyone else who wants to contradict my words?" The Wizard King asked but he found only silence thereafter.