The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 343: The feared mages.

The Lord mage shook his head. "I am afraid that it only gets worse from there. I have compiled a list of all the mages that once terrorized Eldoria or the neighboring empires and kingdoms. Those that were written about in the book of forbidden legacies.

Some vanished on their own and others went into exile. As long as they were gone, the world had peace. But, they are likely to return in search of that strange power we felt yesterday night."

He waved his hand and a book appeared on the table. Along with the book was a piece of paper, ink and a quill.

"Jasper Morrow, the slaughterer, age 79. He has already been mentioned but I must mention his again. He was the last of Eldoria’s dangerous and worst mages to vanish."

As he talked, the quill moved on its own and wrote down everything he said.

"Magra, the dreadful, age 208. She grew fields of flowers whose vines choked people in their sleep. She was an assassin for hire and she wielded a staff which gained power by feeding on the sorrow of the families of those she harmed.

Her blood was what she used to water her blossom fields. This was until the former Lord mage poisoned her and she was weakened.

From what he said, only great power could restore her to her full capabilities. Her death has never been confirmed. She went on the run eighty years ago. I am afraid that she will be returning in the hopes of renewing her powers."

He turned the page in the book and said, "Orlock the defiant, age 88. Everyone here has heard his story."

Roland nodded. "He froze an entire town and killed all of the people that dwelled there just because a prophecy said a child born in that town would be the greatest ice mage to tread the earth.

He had already proclaimed himself as the greatest ice mage so he decided to defy fate and kill the child. They say everything parts wherever he treads."

The Lord mage’s mind traveled back to that town. He had been among the mages that went to rescue the people. Back then, he was only a young boy and he had never seen so many dead people. They had all been turned into ice sculptures, their faces frozen with terror. Some had been covering their children. trying to keep the ice away from them. But it had been useless.

Roland cleared his throat.

The Lord mage took a deep breath and he moved on to the next terrible mage. "Jamir, the faceless, age unknown. For as long as I have lived, I have heard stories about him."

"The warlock with no face." Elias Bellamy whispered. "He took my great grandmother. She was a mage. I will never forget the howl of pain my great grandmother let out as he watched her disappear into Jamir’s mirror. He died the very next day. His hair, it had all turned white and his face, it was gone. I have never seen anything like it in my life."

Jamir the faceless was not a mage that anyone wanted to meet. Not only did he leave you with nightmares but he could steal your face, leaving you an empty skin, no eyes, no nose, no mouth and no ears.

The Lord mage was most worried about Jamir. "He only goes after fellow mages, swallowing them in his silver mirror to increase his power. However, that light in sky, whatever it is, I am sure it works better than swallowing other mages."

He turned the page. "Lady Netherlight, the seer, age 144. She could see the future and with her talents, she sold information to the highest bidders. Because of her, there was a lot of bloodshed.

I heard a rumor this morning that a man named Eren Joy killed his brother last night because a seer told him that his brother would inherit all the fortune of their father. His brother would also sell Eren’s wife and children to a slaver in Anquiri.

I fear that she has returned and already started causing chaos."

The Lord mage turned another page. "Judas, The Architect, age unknown. He uses dark magic to build floating cities out of the skeletal bones of dead people. And he does it all for fun.

There is not much known about him. I don’t know if he will resurface but I have heard whispers today morning about a bone falling from the sky."

"It could have been a bird." Sir Rhys suggested.

The Lord mage shook his head. "The timing is too coincidental. The thing that appeared in the sky is something with ancient magic. Power so great that it can make any one an emperor of this entire world. It is not unthinkable that a man who builds floating cities would want to own it.

Next...."

Sir Gordon Quill interrupted the Lord mage. "Is Nashira the endless on your list?"

The Lord mage shook his head.

"She should be," Sir Gordon said, with a grim look on his face. "I don’t know her true age, I last saw her when I was boy. I met her in a far way land when my father traveled for business on the sea.

When we were on the ship, everyone trembled at the sight of her. At the time, I just thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and I told my father that I wanted to marry her.

He pulled me aside and warned me about her. He called her a cannibal of magic. She devours the magic, magical artifacts and spells of other mages as long as they fall in love with her. Nashira’s thirst for these things is unending. She has a magical weapon a shepherd’s staff with two wold fangs on the head.

It can shatter all charms and spells and traps and sigils. My father said nothing in the world could ever contain Nashira, only self will. As long as you rejected her, you are safe from being drained of all your magic and your life force.

She will come, if she has not come already. She will wait and see who will get that mysterious power and then she will target them and take it for herself. But as she waits, she will target other mages. I suggest that the list of Eldoria’s most powerful mages be torn down from the academy before she gets a good look at it.

Although, with the knowledge already out there, I am not sure that this will help."

The lord mage touched the feather of the quill. It had stopped moving, acting like it was also listening, very attentively. "Write all of this down."

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