20demayo Chapter 85 The Past and Heath's Crazy Ideas!
Chapter 85 The Past and Heath's Crazy Ideas!
Mochamo frowned deeply; his third-level wizard instincts told him that there was a dangerous aura in the air.
He looked at the strangely behaving Perot—or rather, Heath Perot—and questioned him in a deep voice:
"Pelo? What do you mean by that? What exactly do you want?"
"What do you mean? Hahaha! You're asking me what I mean?! Hahahaha!"
Perot, or rather Heath, seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the world.
He covered his face with one hand, his shoulders heaving violently, and his laughter gradually changed from a suppressed guttural sound to a hysterical maniacal laugh. He laughed so hard that he bent over and even had trouble breathing.
"Heath! Enough!" Mochamo was enraged by the maniacal laughter. His face was ashen, and he shouted angrily, "What the hell are you doing?!"
Hick, who had already sensed that the atmosphere was extremely ominous, felt his heart pounding in his chest.
He took a small, almost imperceptible step back, his heel touching the cold, glass wall, as if this tiny movement could bring him a fleeting sense of security.
"Haha...cough cough...ha!"
Heath finally stopped laughing maniacally. He raised his head, a twisted smile still lingering on his face, but his eyes were as cold as knives, looking at Mochamo with an almost cruel mockery.
"Mochamo, old friend, I was just wondering... what would the Silent Forest become if you died here today? Wouldn't that be interesting?"
"Hiss Peros!" Mochamo's eyes instantly sharpened like a hawk's, and his aura suddenly turned dangerous and icy. "You want to betray the Silent Forest?!"
"Betrayal? No, no, no!"
Heath sat up abruptly, the last trace of a smile on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by overwhelming resentment and a chilling malice, his voice like the hiss of a venomous snake.
"It's you! All of you! You betrayed me! If it weren't for your betrayal, how could I, Heath Peros, have fallen to such a state?! Even someone like Klin dared to swagger in front of me, treating me like I was nothing!!"
He closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently, and took a deep, greedy breath of the scorching air, as if trying to inhale all his resentment and bitterness into his lungs.
When he opened his eyes again, his scarlet eyes held only a chilling intent to destroy everything.
"That idiot Klin, he thought you'd abandoned him before he died? He was wrong! Utterly wrong! The one you truly abandoned, discarded like trash... was me! It was me—Heath Peros!!!"
boom!
The name struck Hick like a thunderclap!
His face turned deathly pale instantly, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
The mentor's true identity... is actually that legendary figure from the Silent Forest who was already declared dead?! That third-level archmage who perished together with the "Fire of Death"?!
Faced with Heath, who was completely out of control and acting like a madman, a complex emotion flashed in Mochamo's eyes, which ultimately turned into a heavy sigh:
"Sigh... Heath, I thought... you had let it go."
"lay down?!"
Heath, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly raised his voice, filled with endless grief, indignation, and mockery.
"Of course I 'let go'! Otherwise, I wouldn't have hidden away in the Apprentice Tower like a piece of trash to become a lowly mentor when my power plummeted to a mere first-level wizard! I just wanted... just wanted to do something more for the Silent Forest in the last moments of my life! Even just a little bit! But what about you?! How did you treat me?!!"
He took a step forward, and an invisible pressure, as tangible as a physical force, assaulted Mochamo. His voice was hoarse with extreme anger:
"Back then! If it weren't for me! If I hadn't risked my life to stop Qaboos's final 'Death Flame,' every single one of you! You would have been burned to ashes! Not even a speck of dust would have remained! Is this how you repay your savior?! Huh???"
Mochamo's face showed clear remorse, but he still tried to explain:
"Hiss, when you returned mortally wounded, the Silent Forest poured decades of resources into trying to extinguish that damned fire of death within you! It was you... it was you who ultimately chose to give up on treatment!"
"give up?!"
Heath looked as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, his face filled with undisguised mockery.
"Mokamo, my old friend, it seems the position of Lord of Silence has truly blinded you! Did you really think that was 'giving up'? If I hadn't 'gone up'! If I had continued to consume those massive resources to eke out a living, I wouldn't be alive today! I should have done what I announced to the world back then—to be completely dead!!!"
Mochamo fell silent. He stood there, his expression shifting, as if lost in some difficult memory.
The madness in Heath's eyes subsided slightly, replaced by an extreme fanaticism and obsession. He opened his arms, his voice seductive:
"Now! Everything should get back on track! Mokamo, for the sake of our past camaraderie, help me! Give me a hand! Soon, all of Aikar will grovel at our feet! The Silent Forest will usher in unprecedented glory!"
"You're insane! Heath!"
Mochamo stared at his old friend in disbelief, as if he were seeing him for the first time.
"What makes you think you can?! With your recovered level two strength? Or with this long-decayed skeleton of Kabus?! Conquer Aikar? You're dreaming!"
Just as Heath's eyes flashed red, as if he was about to roar in rebuttal.
"furious!!!"
A roar, filled with boundless rage and terrifying pressure, boomed like thunder from the entrance of the Crystal Hall!
Then came the Tower Master of the Eternal Tower—the old man with his beard and hair standing on end and his body engulfed in destructive flames—who descended like an enraged god of fire!
Behind him, dozens of wizards in gold and red, white and red robes poured in like a flood bursting its banks, carrying a chilling killing intent, instantly filling the space at the entrance of the hall!
The old man's fiery eyes were fixed on Heath, each word like a block of iron forged in a furnace, crashing into the deathly silent, crystal-clear hall:
"Heath Peros! You slug who should be rotting in the mud! With your inhuman, ghostly crippled body, how dare you spout such nonsense and delusions?! Today, this Crystal Tomb will be your final resting place!!"
Completely stunned by the terrifying scene before him, which was changing in an instant and far beyond his imagination, Hick felt a chill freeze through his limbs and bones.
Looking at the white wizards who had appeared there, he almost instinctively used all his strength to press himself tightly against the cold, glass wall, wishing he could blend into it and disappear from everyone's sight.
The eye of the storm has finally converged!
The aura of death instantly filled the entire Crystal Hall!