Grand Duke Tulip's father, the high-ranking mage Moulton Tulip, took his grandson and granddaughter to trek on the Slow Ice Field.
In Noah's continent, nobles usually like to use beautiful and noble things, or things with powerful meanings as their surnames. Many principalities in the south also prefer plants, and their surnames are mostly tulips, thorns, lilac, etc.
In the months-long war with the Mosha Principality, the Walker Principality was completely defeated.
The reason for the failure was not only that the opponent had strong troops and strong grassroots combat power, especially the cavalry, but also that the high-ranking mage of the Walker Principality lost to the high-ranking mage of the Mosha Principality in a key local war due to the intervention of a red dragon.
All died in battle.
Moulton did not participate in that war.
Moulton is a gifted spellcaster. When he was fourteen years old, he cast the first third-level spell in his life, fireball.
Gained a great reputation.
Because he loves fireball very much and adheres to the principle of not making a decision in fireball, he makes his enemies and teammates fear him. Some people gave Moulton many nicknames because of this.
Fireball Barbarian, Explosive Maniac, Violent Red Flame... These types of nicknames can be given to a knowledgeable spellcaster, which is enough to prove how much Moulton likes to solve problems with only fireball spells.
He entered a high-level field at the age of fifty.
However, due to an injury in his early years, he stopped at the high level of the Seventh Ring. Since then, he stopped traveling and exploring on the mainland, returned to his hometown, and became a respected mage master.
Moulton doesn't like power and status. He is devoted to researching stronger, faster and more violent variations of fireball. He considers it an art.
Although his body does not allow him to cast spells beyond the seventh level, he is still obsessed with theoretical research and never tires of it.
Since no one wanted to mess with a famous high-ranking mage who specialized in fireballs, his son, Rio Tulip, won the power struggle and became the king of the Walker Principality.
People respectfully call Rio Tulip the Grand Duke of Tulips, or King Walker.
The Duke of Tulip died in the defeated battle that changed the stalemate because he went out with the army.
Moulton's character and temper gradually stabilized as he grew older. He no longer had a violent temper that would use fireball to attack people if he disagreed. However, his body was still not as good as before, and he became more obsessed with the study of fireball. Gradually,
disappeared from the sight of the world.
When the troops of the Principality of Mosha came to the city, he had just opened the mage tower that had been dusty for a long time, walked out of it, and then heard the news of his son's death and the changes in the country's structure.
The angry Moulton originally wanted to turn all the soldiers of the Principality of Mosha into ashes, but the Duke of Thorns had obviously heard the rumors about Moulton, and directly asked two high-ranking mages to go with him. He would not stop destroying the city and wanted to destroy the Tulip family.
Those who want to cut the grass and root it out to avoid future troubles.
In the past, Moulton would have unleashed his anger at all costs, even if it meant his own death, he would have made his enemies pay the price.
But that's not possible now, because my son left behind two young children.
The children are not like Moulton who has entered his twilight years. They still have a long life ahead of them.
Looking at the two children who looked frightened and panic-stricken, Moulton calmed down and planned to take them to escape from the Southern Kingdom and go deep into the Arctic Icefields, pursued by two high-ranking mages.
Because the high-ranking mage of the Evocation School who specializes in fireball is like a human nuclear bomb, no one can rest assured that there is such an enemy living in the dark, and they are chasing after him.
And deep in the arctic ice sheet, there is a friend that Moulton made when he was young, a kind and innocent person who loves to help weak creatures and fight against injustices.
He crossed the plains, passed through the forests, crossed the mountains... and finally came to the ice field.
However, under the constant pursuit of two high-ranking mages whose magic power was no less than that of his peak years, Moulton suffered an old injury.
The speed was getting slower and slower, and with two children to take care of, he knew that he would be caught up sooner or later, and by then, his magic power would be exhausted from running away, and he would not even have the power to resist.
Simply, Moulton took the initiative to stop, recuperate, and wait for the enemy to approach.
Two children who were only six years old, Lilith Tulip and Amos Tulip, looked at Moulton with worried expressions.
"Grandpa......you, how do you feel?"
The little girl with blond hair, fair skin, and eyes as clear as the blue sky asked weakly.
What a resemblance... Moulton looked at the little girl Lilith, a warm current emerged in his heart, and memories flashed in his eyes.
"We will carry you on our backs, don't give up."
The little boy Yamos has a childish voice, but his face is calmer than his peers.
He has blond hair like Lilith, but his eyes are brown, and his skin is wheat color, not milky like Lilith's.
After listening to his grandson's words, Moulton smiled, touched their little heads, and said: "Silly boy, your grandfather and I are very powerful."
"They are the ones who are going to run away next."
It's just that... I probably can't accompany you any further... The old mage sighed quietly in his heart.
The only thing that comforted him was that his two children inherited his talent and were able to cast some simple first-level spells at the age of six, and they were all of the plasticity system and were quite powerful.
Coupled with the sophisticated magic props, as long as your luck is not too bad and you don't encounter top ice hunters like White Dragon and Winter Wolf, you have a high probability of finding his friend alone.
Lilith clenched her little fists and said happily: "Grandpa is the best, beat all the bad guys away, and then we can go home."
Yamos was not as naive as his sister. From Moulton's melancholy and reluctant expression, he knew that Moulton would definitely not be as relaxed as he said.
Otherwise, why didn't we decide to fight head-on until now?
The little boy clenched his teeth and remained silent, a raging flame called revenge igniting in his heart.
Time passed silently, and not long after, two figures appeared on the horizon. They were both men. Their faces looked like middle-aged men in their forties. There was a light of wisdom in their eyes, and the elemental aura around them was extremely dazzling.
"Morton, hand over the lava key, and we will give you a chance to live. As long as you never set foot on the lands of the southern countries again, and under the witness of the God of Light, sign a contract never to take revenge on the forces of the Principality of Mosha."
The high-ranking mage of the Charm Control School had a strange light flashing in his eyes, and invisible spiritual power flew towards the old mage through the air.
Moulton remained motionless, and magic positions rose up around him, blocking the opponent's indiscriminate confusion and control spells.
Time is so ruthless, my time has passed...Molton thought mockingly to himself.
The two high-ranking mages whom he had never seen before acted as if they were sure of victory in front of him, without any fear at all.
Thinking back then, which mage at the same level didn't have a look of deep fear in front of him?
Without saying a word, he let the two children stand close to him, took off the ring on his fingertip, solemnly handed it to Yamos, and whispered a few words using the sound transmission spell.
The next second, the old mage's expression changed, becoming solemn, heavy, and solemn, with a hint of fanaticism, and he uttered obscure spells...... If there are any familiar words from his early years...
When friends or enemies see the old mage's expression, they will definitely run away immediately instead of staying where they are.
But the two high-ranking mages just used many counter-spells with cautious expressions and stacked many shields with different effects.
A bright fireball the size of a pea appeared at the tip of Moulton's staff, aiming at the two people in the sky.
Three-ring fireball technique?
The two high-ranking mages looked at each other, because Morton's spell-casting action was very similar to the fireball spell.
But they knew that it was impossible for Moulton to cast a three-ring fireball spell, so they more cautiously equipped themselves with many defensive spells.
Immediately afterwards, the old mage's eyes were wild and excited, but his face suddenly became withered and pale as paper.
He burns his life and spirit, and the magic power pours out like a flood. In an overloaded state, he continuously pours it into the small fireball.
Nine-ring spell·Great Sun Fireball.
To be more precise, it is the nine-ring spell Morton's Great Sun Fireball.
He stopped at the seventh level, but he built more than one eight- and nine-level spell models in his mind, all of which were high-level variants of the fireball spell.
The cost of performing is life.
"Please say hello to my useless son."
The old mage smiled with difficulty, and his already old face seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, with an air of exhaustion.
At the same time, under the horrified gaze of two unknown high-ranking mages, the small fireball at the front of his staff instantly rose into the air, appeared next to them in an instant, and suddenly expanded, turning into a dazzling little sun, covering them all.
The two of them were completely submerged.
The shields were broken layer by layer, and the spells failed one by one. The huge fireball rolled endlessly, lighting up the sky, just like its name, like the bright sun in the sky.
Below, Moulton raised his head, his eyes became calm, and he quietly admired the brilliance of artistic magic. At the same time, he squeezed out the last bit of magic power and formed a shield around it to protect the two children from the heat wave of the big sun's fireball.
Both children were immersed in the bright light of magic, their faces were excited, and they didn't notice anything strange about Moulton.
He used his staff to support his body and barely stood up, his eyes gradually lost focus, the sky was filled with flames reflected in his field of vision, and the focus of his pupils slowly dissipated.