Chapter 510: Volume 12: Blazing Demonic Flames - 1: Crisis Lurks Everywhere
The grand and majestic Morsonas Terrace had become a sea of people, with various magic tool merchants and material merchants setting up booths around the area to promote and sell their goods.
As the Magic City, the variety of magical equipment and tools here has always been the favorite of all magic practitioners, and even tourists can choose one or two magic decorations as gifts for their loved ones.
The surging crowd gathered in front of each terrace, watching the competitive matches that interested them. A three-meter-wide isolation zone was cordoned off around the square-shaped terraces, and magic scrolls were hung on tall wooden poles at the corners, forming a preemptive magic barrier to prevent combatants from accidentally losing control of their magic and causing harm to the audience below.
Although the arbitrator had repeatedly reminded the contestants not to release too much magic power before the competition, the arbitrator could predict the outcome based on their experience and perception of the skill and magic power gap between the contestants; however, this was only a prediction.
Every contestant wished to demonstrate their highest level, so the Mage Guild had no choice but to work with the Kingdom Mage Group to produce a large number of defensive magic scrolls in advance, placing them around the front of each terrace within a three-meter radius. Should the magic power fluctuation exceed a certain distance and intensity, the protective magic of the scrolls would be activated to protect the spectators from harm.
On this day, the entire Morsonas Terrace area turned into a stage of celebration. The citizens of Prague, magic practitioners enthusiasts from all over the Continent, and tourists all flocked here. The terrace area, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, was still packed to the brim, with a level of excitement far beyond what the kingdom and the Mage Guild had anticipated.
Two middle-aged men who had been standing in the shadows watched as a group of people emerged from the Sofala Inn. They only sneaked out after the last of the group had disappeared into the stream of people on the streets.
"What should we do? The security in Prague is very strict now. The Bohemian Palace Knights are all out patrolling the streets, and the Morsonas Terrace area is a key focus, where the Court Mage Corps is also present. I’m worried that taking action there might backfire," the man wrapped tightly in a white scarf said with a muffled voice.