Vizrunda stood on the side of the road and beckoned to both Vincent. "Come with me. I have


    something to talk to you about."


    Vincent took Sokka''s little hand and followed. Now he had something to ask the old dark Elf,


    too.


    Several of them walked toward the tower. None of the dark elves patrolling the area


    questioned them. They all just looked at the old Wizard from a distance and let them go.


    Vincent was not surprised by all this. At Vizren''s age, he was almost as old as the city, and it


    was impossible for any dark elf not to know him.


    Sokka was holding one hand in Vincent''s hand, and the ruby in the other. If anything should


    happen, the angel would be the first to say, "You can''t see me."


    As he approached the tower, Vincent learned what damage had been done by the last


    explosion. All the buildings around the tower had been leveled, and only the remains of the


    old lounge were left. The ground was covered with a layer of broken stone powder, which left


    a dense trail of footprints.


    Standing in front of the gate of the Blackcrystal Tower, Vizren stopped and turned. Heaving


    a heavy sigh, he said to Vincent as if with a great determination, "Master, you are from the


    surface world. What are dark elves like in your heart?"


    "Powerful and cunning." There was no need to think, Vincent blurted out.


    ''Are the Dark elves really strong?'' With a sigh, Vizren opened the gates of the Black Crystal


    Tower. The three men walked up the steps to the third floor of the tower. There was nothing


    in the empty room, just as there had been on the Mage''s last visit.


    The Wizard of Vizren floated gently up, pressed his hands to the ceiling, and uttered a spell.


    The brief spell ended so quickly that the Wizard did not even notice a single word. All the


    characters on the ceiling lit up, and with a loud boom, stone steps dropped from the floor


    above.


    "Come with me." Vizlen led Vincent and Vincent up, and the steps closed behind them.


    ''This is the heart of the Black Crystal Tower, where you have always wanted to be.'' Vizlen


    pointed at the objects in the room and finally aimed his hand at the scepter beside the huge


    round base. "That''s the Scepter of Prophecy. I don''t know what you want it for, but it''s just


    lying there. There are no traps or spells to protect it. You can just pick it up and use it."


    Vincent looked into the old Master''s face and wondered at his motives. ''Why are you telling


    me this now, Master Vezren? Didn''t you try to dissuade me from acquiring the scepter of


    prophecy?"


    Vizlen did not answer. With a wave of his hand, the roof of the floor disappeared, and the


    three men, suddenly unable to feel the gravity beneath them, floated gently up. Above the


    level where the scepter of prophecy was, the very top of the black crystal tower, and now the


    three of them stood outside the tower again, with the great shining stone over their heads.


    The silent city of Prudence lay prostrate at its feet, and from this position the whole city could


    be seen. The streets criss-crossing the city are like the veins of the body, and the castles of


    the families of dark elves are like vital organs. Together, they form the foundation of the entire


    Dark Elf City.


    The three magic carpets in the downstairs room flew up and floated behind them. Sokka


    touched the carpet with his little hand to make sure it was floating in the air and not falling


    to the ground, and he jumped onto it. Vincent waited until the Archmage was seated, then


    sat down next to Sokka.


    "Man, the Scepter of Prophecy is indeed a powerful object that can see what will happen


    some time in the future, but I must warn you that it is powerful. It is repulsive." Vizren held


    the wand in his "mage''s hand," stroking it gently, and then tossing it away.


    Vincent watched Vizren''s contradictory actions and decided not to do anything.


    "The scepter of Prophecy is a good thing, and the dark elves have used it to get through one


    difficulty after another. But it was not until recently that I understood the true meaning of the


    scepter." The Wizard of Vizren took out his handkerchief and wiped his hand as he touched


    it. "It does not point to the future, it points to a path to the future. I have learned the limitations


    of this staff, so use it. I no longer need it, nor do the dark Elves."


    Vincent listened to the archmage, but he did not fully understand. The Master of Vizlen looked


    strange today. He seemed to have a heavy burden on his back. The great pressure made him


    look haggard. If it weren''t for his strength, the old Wizard would have cracked under the


    pressure.


    Sokka had no idea what the old dark elf was saying, and the staff had no interest in her. The


    little angel sat on the soft magic carpet, excited at the large metal ball under her feet, which


    was constantly changing from liquid to solid.


    "What do you hope to achieve, Master Verzren, by saying this? I beg you to tell me so."


    Vincent smiled. "Although I am a mage myself and know that mystery is very important, I, on


    the other hand, am not a big fan of riddle-like speaking."


    "Vincent, you are the most gifted and powerful mage I have ever met. I can see that until now,


    you haven''t used your true power." Vizlen thought for a moment and then said, "I want you


    to do something, and it''s not difficult. I need you to be here when the shining stone on the


    Black Crystal Tower shines like the sun. I need your magical powers to help me. If you can do


    it, I will give you the rod of prophecy in full."


    Vincent thought for a moment and refused with a smile, "Mr. Vizlen, you just said that you


    understood the limitations of the scepter of prophecy, and I, too, realized the true meaning


    of this scepter some time ago. Besides, I have no interest in getting this scepter. I just have a


    few unimportant questions that I want answered." Vincent looked down at the dark city of


    Elves. It was like a prison, sealed off from outside threats but also holding all his inhabitants


    captive. He continued, "Master Vizren, you are a powerful wizard, and I do not understand


    what you are using my power for, but I am responsible enough to remind you. The energy I


    use, when combined with the energy used by other mages, will only blow them up. If you


    The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.want to use my power, it can''t be done."


    A faint drowsiness began to invade Vincent''s mind, and the mage knew he had to rest. He


    stood up and nodded to the old master. "Do you have any further orders, Master Vizren?"


    "Even if you do not promise to come here, you will come here at that hour." The old mage


    glanced at the staff of prophecy on the ground. "By the way, the last time you were enchanted


    was by one of my apprentices. It seems that you have taught him a good lesson. His failure


    to listen to me is his own fault, but that doesn''t change the loss of one of my apprentices."


    The old master smiled, then added, "The city of Prudence has always been, is, and will always


    be a place surrounded by darkness. You are a man from the surface of the Earth, and do not


    belong here. Why don''t you take what you''ve always wanted and leave?"


    With these words, the scepter of prophecy gently floated to Vincent''s hand, quiet and close


    to his mighty scepter.


    "Since I have given you one scepter, I will give you a second." "Take this staff, and you will


    know what you must do," said the Wizard of Vizren.


    This is not the first time the old Master has contradicted himself, and his thoughts and


    positions have been wavering. Vincent looked at the staff in front of him, thought for a


    moment, and finally decided to bring it back.


    The scepter of Prophecy was not heavy. It was like an ordinary stick and easily fit into the


    hands of the mage.


    Vizren pointed to the Black Crystal Tower at his feet and said to Vincent, "Now this tower is


    completely open to you. You can rest here without worry. Keep your spirits up, and you will


    come back here again."


    With that, the old wizard jumped down from the tower and disappeared into the dark cave


    with the help of his flying skills.


    Vincent took little Sokka down to the inner part of the tower. He couldn''t believe his eyes.


    The scepter of prophecy he had always wanted was now in his hands and he could use it


    whenever he wanted.


    But the more this happened, the less Vincent dared to use the power of this artifact. He kept


    stroking the pattern on the staff and hesitating to look at the long staff carved from iron and


    wood.


    Little Sokka stood with her head tilted to one side and looked at Vincent. After a while, she


    couldn''t bear it anymore: "Brother Black Robe, how long are we going to stand in this place?"


    With a sudden start, Vincent realized that he was lost in thought and had forgotten the


    situation around him. He took the little angel to the empty tower and carefully held the


    scepter of prophecy in his left hand. "Little Sokka, I am going to use an artifact now. Take care


    to protect yourself."


    Sokka tilted his head for a moment. Then he nodded and said, "I see. Hide yourself! You can''t


    see me!" With one brush, the cherub''s figure vanished completely.


    As long as the gem is in hand, unless you have a natural ability to see through invisibility, like


    Vincent, it is almost impossible to detect the angel''s presence. He reassured himself by


    reciting the incantation carved on the staff.


    A white light filled the room, and Vincent''s voice grew louder and louder, and every word


    sounded like thunder. The whole room became like day, and not a shadow of darkness could


    hide.


    Vincent''s eyes were closed and his whole body was shaking violently. His sweat was oozing


    from his skin like rain, but it was instantly evaporated by the heat of the staff. The pure gold


    prosthesis held the wand, emitting plumes of white smoke. Even the strongest metal in the


    world seemed to melt in the instant heat.


    With a crack, the staff was dropped to the floor with a sharp crash, and the light in the room


    immediately returned to its original level. Vincent sat down on the floor, his sorcerer''s robe in


    flames.


    ''Make water! Little Sokka''s voice rang in the mage''s ear, and a light rain poured over Vincent''s


    head. With a white mist, the fire and heat were dispelled from the mage''s body.


    Vincent looked at his pure gold left hand, the part of the palm holding the Dharma staff has


    been branded with many words and symbols, that is the original pattern on the wand of


    prophecy God. The high temperature just now is definitely the ghost of the old mage Vizren,


    in the records of the mage Association, the prophecy wand will never have such a powerful


    destructive force. The sorcerer of the Dark Elves, who had mastered the Phalanx, was surely


    trying to kill himself in this way.


    "No wonder he tried so hard to get this staff into my hands. He had just thrown it away for


    fear of being hurt by his own array!" Vincent is still afraid now, if it is not used to holding the


    wand of power in his right hand and giving the wand of prophecy to his left hand, his body


    would have been burned to ashes in the high temperature.


    Although the old master had been Yin once, Vincent did not gain nothing. Through the use


    of the staff, he already knew the answer he wanted in a short time. The location of the Offa


    scroll of "Higher Creation" was already clear to him.


    The wand of Prophecy fell to the ground, and its red-hot body gradually cooled and changed


    back to its original form. Little Sokka emerged and ran on tiptoe to the side of the staff,


    looking at it curiously.


    "Sokka, don''t move..." Before Vincent finished his words, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen


    into an ice cellar, and his hot internal organs were suddenly surrounded by cold ice. The


    temperature in his body drops so fast that even his blood starts to freeze. Along with the cold,


    a sensation of electric shock spread through his body. The monk immediately thought of


    Valentine, who had been asleep for a long time.


    "Banish!" "The mage grabs the last shred of consciousness and uses the spell on his own body.


    Originally intended for use against a creature commonly summoned by dark Elf priests, the


    spell had to be used against the ghost inhabiting his body.


    A red mist rises out and stands in front of Vincent. The mist was much larger and more intense


    than before, and two swirling black eyes looked at the Wizard.


    "I finally remembered..." A voice different from Valentine''s came out of the red mist.