Chapter 2757: Cold Ice Sub-plane, Secret Base

Passing through multiple curtains, Feilifa appeared at the edge of a vast ice field, yet beneath his feet was soft, green grass, and behind him was a door-like structure entwined with branches and leaves, which was currently emitting a large amount of white mist.

On the other side of the grass stood a magnificent palace, where nearly a hundred Elves in the same style of attire were practicing something on the plaza in front of the palace, with several older Elves pointing and gesturing nearby.

One of them spotted Feilifa's figure, turned around, and waved at him triumphantly, "Come quickly, we are just about to conduct the next drill."

Hearing this, Feilifa could not spare the time for sentiment; he simply lifted a leg, and his entire body drifted and glided forward like a light leaf, appearing on the plaza in the blink of an eye.

"What spell is the next drill?" Feilifa asked Aduotimu.

"It was originally scheduled to be a spell-breaking drill. Since you said the Crown King will be coming later, let's practice the combat capture of a high-level Mage for the next round! What do you all think?"

The last sentence was clearly addressed by Aduotimu to the other Elders, and his proposal was quickly met with agreement from the other Elders.

"That person from the Cui Xing Family was my classmate at the Sword Academy back then! But betraying the race is truly going too far. Feilifa, you play that person later, and let's see the results of our work during this period."

"This—that wouldn't be very good!"

Feilifa's face clearly expressed refusal; one must know that the Crown King provided this Cold Ice Sub-plane for the purpose of researching war spells, and using it on a small Consultant like him was truly a bit overwhelming.

"Forget it, if we wait for the Crown King to come over, you will likely still have to play the target."

That would mean Feilifa understands that spell; if he didn't understand it, he would have already been hit. Once divided into an independent space, his range of movement would be constantly compressed.

Feilifa was just about to send a message to mock them, but the next moment his figure retreated rapidly. Before he could react, he had returned to the position where he had just ascended to his Saint Form.

Very soon, with everything prepared, Feilifa raised his hand to signal the start toward the plaza. The next moment, before he could react, he felt his body suddenly become heavy, and the hand he had raised could not help but droop downward.

But what he had to face now was a war spell that far exceeded conventional spells. He still tried his best to determine the state of the Magic Net. The several Elders were full of confidence in using him to demonstrate their research results; even if he was destined to lose, he did not wish to lose too ugly.

Feilifa knew he did not have much time left to struggle, so he immediately unleashed all his power, ascended to his Saint Form, and then flew rapidly into the depths of the ice field.

Of course, that spell itself originated from Elven war spells, only it had been carried forward and expanded by humans. Now that the Elves were picking up this spell again, their progress was naturally rapid.

As long as he could successfully cast a spell once, no matter what spell it was, he would win; otherwise, the Elders would win.

"……"

In other words, he was equivalent to having returned to the starting point; he hadn't run out at all!

In fact, if one were to truly discuss combat ability, without fighting to the death, one Feilifa could handle several of the Elders here. But for these true Elders who had reached the end of their mortal lifespans, how could they not fight to the death if they were really fighting!

Feilifa was speechless for a moment. Since the Elders wanted to keep playing, he could only continue to accompany them. It was impossible to commit suicide, but he also roughly knew what result the several Elders wanted to see.

Under normal circumstances, he would not care about the differences in the Magic Net of different Planes. Unless the difference was so great that Elven Magic became completely ineffective, he would not have to worry about losing his ability to cast spells.

He knew the Elders could hear his words, and the next moment the Elders' reply proved this point, but the content, well, did not make Feilifa feel good—

Elder Aduotimu and the others must have started preparing the moment he entered this Plane. Otherwise, even if they used a War Magic Artifact to increase spellcasting efficiency, it would have been impossible for the spell effect to act on him in such a short time.

"You are now Lagedusi of the Cui Xing Family. We want to obtain more information about the Cui Xing Family and the Demon Descendant from you. Now you are only temporarily trapped; you can still try to commit suicide."

He knew that while the Space Restriction Spell inhibited teleportation, it did not block flight. Moreover, the most critical point was that the effective range was limited. With the flight speed of his Saint Form, he could completely escape before it could thoroughly restrict him.

However, Xia Shao had used the Space Restriction Spell in the Northland more than once or twice. Basically, any Spellcaster with the heart to understand it already understood it. It was impossible for Yierlan to develop a similar spell and reap all the benefits like Xia Shao.

Even without further restrictions, it would be very difficult for him to escape alive.

Settling his mindset, Feilifa began to check the spells on his body and the surrounding Magic Net environment. He had not come to this Cold Ice Sub-plane many times before, but it had always been to accompany the Crown King on inspections, and he had never truly understood it.

"Cheating, actually!"

Feilifa was not ignorant of the research on the Ice Plane side; rather, he knew it deeply and had even participated in it himself. It was just that, unlike those retired Elders, he could not suddenly disappear from the outside as a Consultant to the Crown King, so he did not participate in the whole process. But even so, he was very certain that the plaza side had absolutely cheated.

But those few Elders did not give Feilifa a chance to refuse, pushing him one step, two steps, and in a few steps, they pushed him out of the plaza.

Besides, in his Saint Form, he could also be unaffected by gravity and could increase his flight speed to the limit in the shortest time, which was simply a perfect match for escaping space restrictions.

Thinking of this, Feilifa raised a hand with some dejection and said to the air, "Elders, you win, let me out!"

Feilifa originally had the heart to resist, but considering that these few were true Elders who could not only influence the voting of the Gaoshu Elder Council but whose very existence was a huge deterrent for Yierlan to establish a foothold in the Northland, he took the first step back.

If it were a Spellcaster outside the Elven Magic System, it would not be so easy, and they would almost certainly be hit. Facing war spells, wanting to rely on individual power to conduct a head-on confrontation was extremely difficult.

That is why it is called a war spell.

Immediately following, the Space Segmentation was completed, and the scene around Feilifa instantly became blurred until he could no longer distinguish the specific forms. At that moment, Feilifa's heart sank to the bottom; he knew he had completely fallen into a prison.

But complaining at this moment had no meaning. Feilifa had already sensed through the changes in the Magic Net that the surrounding space had subtly undergone some changes. He knew this should be a war spell imitating that Lord Xia Shao.

At the same time, the recent turn of events also made him understand that this Space Restriction Spell was no longer in the state he had previously understood. In this situation, he didn't even have a way to attempt a counter-spell.

"Hehe, you still ran out, didn't you!"

And this, too, stirred up his competitive spirit. Even suicide was impossible; how could the Elders have such great confidence?

After that, there was no need to say more; the first step was taken, and it was even harder to refuse later.