The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Torild's eyes sparkled as he observed Gerlin in the shadows. Gerlin's defensive magic items emitted a faint glow that almost blended in with the surrounding light. Despite this, Torild could still clearly feel the power. At this moment, the desire in his heart became stronger.

"Gerlin." Thorild spoke in a low and steady voice. He stepped out of the shadows and slowly approached, staring at the man's chest, where a blue amulet was hanging.

Gerlin turned around and frowned slightly: "Torield, why is it you? I thought you had left this place." There was vigilance in his tone, and he was obviously aware of Torild's bad intentions.

"I came back for what you have." Thorild showed a cruel smile, his eyes flickering. "This is not a simple magic item, it can give the holder unlimited protection. Don't you want to hand it over?"

"You mean you came here for it?" Gerling's face changed slightly, knowing that things were not going well. "I will never let it go. This thing means a lot to me."

"Is it of great significance?" Thorild snorted. "In my eyes, its value is far beyond your imagination. You will understand that whoever possesses it can control greater power."

Gerlin stepped back slightly, his hand unconsciously touching the amulet, his expression becoming more nervous: "What do you want to do? We have always been friends. Do you really intend to make this your goal?"

"Friends?" Thorild's voice rose slightly, with a hint of anger. "That's all in the past. I don't have time to cherish these false emotions. I just want the amulet."

The atmosphere in the air suddenly became heavy, and it seemed that even the surrounding light had dimmed because of the confrontation. Gerlin sensed an imminent danger, swallowed his saliva, and said seriously: "You know, the power of magic items cannot be easily controlled. Even if I give it to you, you may not be able to control it."

"I don't need your advice, Gerlin." Thorild responded coldly. His eyes were like sharp blades, afraid that the other party would relax a little. "I just want to get what I want."

"You're forcing me." Gerlin's voice trembled a little, but he quickly calmed down, showed the staff in his hand, and stared at Thorild vigilantly. "You have to think clearly, this is not an ordinary fight."

"Do you think you can stop me?" Thorild's eyes flashed with disdain, and he immediately drew out his short knife, the blade flashing coldly under the dim light. "The hatred cast upon me will make me extremely powerful in this battle. I am not afraid of any magic or attack."

"You are too naive." Gerlin made up his mind, holding the staff tightly with both hands, and cast a magical aura. "I just hope you can take a step back and our friendship will not end here."

Thorild smiled slightly, with the corners of his mouth raised: "Friendship? I don't have this concept in my mind anymore. Either you give me the amulet, or I will take it away by force in my own way."

As the words fell, the moment Gerlin cast the spell, the surrounding air instantly condensed into a beam of light, rushing straight towards Torild. Torild jumped up and nimbly dodged the attack, secretly admiring Gerlin's reaction speed, but couldn't help but sneer.

"It seems that you are not going to compromise." Torild was furious and rushed forward, dancing the dagger in his hand and releasing several energy waves.

Gerlin hurriedly retreated, trying to keep his distance, while using his staff to block Torild's continuous attacks. The two sides were like two angry beasts, tearing each other apart mercilessly. The collision of magic and blades made a deafening sound, and the surrounding environment seemed to be distorted in this fight.

"Torield, you don't understand." Gerlin shouted like a dream, trying to dodge the opponent's attack. "This is not just about a talisman, I will never let you get it!"

"I don't need you to teach me how to think." Thorild fought more and more bravely, his blade drew an arc in the air, and went straight to Gerlin. "In this battle, only one person can survive!"

At this moment, Gerlin made up his mind and decided to fight to the death. He slowly formed a hand seal, and the staff spun in the air, and began to gather strength. Blue light burst out from the amulet, sweeping in like a tide, instantly covering the entire room.

Thorild felt a strong pressure and realized that Gerlin was summoning the power of the amulet. He stretched out his body and tried to rush towards Gerlin, but the blue light rushed over like a tide and pushed him back a few steps.

"Those who are trapped in desire will eventually be trapped by themselves." Under the guidance of the spell, Gerlin's voice became more and more firm. "You cannot understand the meaning of having power, and this responsibility is beyond your ability to bear."

"Shut up!" Torild roared angrily, and at the same time took a step forward, and the dagger drew an arc and attacked Gerlin.

But Gerlin's power reached its peak at this time. The beam formed a protective shield around him. Torild's dagger hit it, making a sharp sound. Gerlin raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "This is your end, Torild."

"If you want this, I will fight to the end!" Torild was like a raging fire, fighting more and more bravely, his eyes full of unyielding fighting spirit. His short knife drew a sharper trajectory, forcibly breaking through the protective shield and heading straight for Gerlin.

The two men once again faced off, light and shadow intertwined, heavy breathing and the noise of constant collisions echoed in the air. Torild's short knife and Gerlin's staff entangled, like two meteors competing for brilliance in the darkness.

"This is your choice." Gerlin's voice became lower and lower. He knew he was being forced into a desperate situation. Although he tried his best to protect the amulet, Thorild was no longer the same person at the moment.

"Choice? I just want to gain power! No matter the cost!" There was a crazy light flashing in Torild's eyes, and he attacked again.

After a fierce struggle, Thorild finally forced Gerlin back with great strength, and his fighting spirit almost burned out all his rationality. The moment Gerlin retreated, the amulet emitted a dazzling light, and he realized that he could no longer stop Thorild.

"This is my destiny!" Thorild roared and rushed towards Gerlin, his dagger flashing in the air, heading straight for the amulet.

"Torield, don't!" Gerlin shouted at him helplessly, as if trying to awaken the remaining emotions in his heart.

However, Thorild ignored all of it, with only one goal in mind. With a loud bang, the amulet shattered under Thorild's attack, and the blue light scattered in all directions, like the elves who had been sleeping for a long time were freed from their shackles and flew freely.

"I... succeeded!" Thorild's face showed a touch of ecstasy, but it was followed by a huge sense of emptiness. His body was submerged by the tidal force, and at that moment, he felt both the joy of victory and the unspeakable loss in his heart.

At that moment, Gerlin was heartbroken. He had lost his amulet and his closest friend. He could only stare at Thorild blankly. His youthful faith and persistence were shattered by the ruthless reality.