Seeing that Ivar stayed outside the magic circle, Bjorn lowered his head and began to recite the spell of the magic. His spell was so weak that he could not hear clearly, but the effect was there. Soon, the magic circle drawn on the ground emitted a red light.

"I call you, Ivar, please appear in the magic circle in front of you."

Ivar outside the magic circle laughed: "And I, I decided to respond to your call, Bjorn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nesawar Kojotel's body fell to the ground like a coma and stopped moving. At the same time, a spirit appeared in the magic circle. He and Bjorn's brothers had similar facial contours, and the strange smile was exactly the same as Ivar in Bjorn's memory. The only difference was that the spirit was decorated with green feathers and gems, and it did not look like the lord of the pirate kingdom, but more like the native Aztlan noble.

Ivar seemed quite surprised by the change in his spiritual appearance. However, he soon laughed: "It would be nice to change into a gorgeous dress. There is a poem written like this - I collected gems / the wide Kechar bird feathers / I stared at the front of the jade carving / I looked at the face of the eagle / Let's enjoy it / We are about to die / Although we will live forever in the world / I will only live in the world for a short time!"

Bjorn did not pay attention to what Ivar was saying. He continued to lower his head and murmur after spell.

"What are you doing?" asked Ivar. "Hasn't I been standing in front of you?"

Bjorn finished reciting a spell, then raised his head and replied: "I am not good at this magic array. It needs to be strengthened many times, otherwise the magic array will disappear soon."

After saying that, he lowered his head again and recited a new spell.

Ivar frowned: "As far as I know, Master Quilakiri's disciples are good at using this magic circle. Even the Sitramina who knows how to use this magic circle is easy. Bjorn, you have never studied hard with that master, right?"

Bjorn finished reciting this new spell and then replied:

"The disciples of Master Quilakiri were all incompetent guys when they went up the mountain. I was an elf-level magician from the beginning. Even if they practiced for five years or six years, they might not be able to reach my starting point, and I don't have that much time. I should make achievements and travel around the world, rather than huddling on the mountain and spending time with an old man."

Ivar shook his head: "At this point, you still have no progress at all. When I met you before, I kept you in a state of intentional failure. Haven't you ever thought about why?"

"It's to prevent me from exerting too much force for the rebels, right?" Bjorn replied. "After all, no matter which side wins, you can benefit from it, so you just need to watch the fire from the other side."

"There is such a reason. But, Bjorn, have you really not learned anything from it?"

Bjorn pinched his chin, looked to the left for a while, and then turned to the right for a while, as if he was seriously thinking about Ivar's question. After a while, he replied: "Showing weakness will make the enemy proud. Pride will reveal flaws. Nesawar Kojoter was defeated by this."

"Yes, but not right. Bjorn, the enemy is proud or not proud, not what you and I can decide. All we can decide is just how much sharpness it looks outward." Ivar said, "Remember, the most dangerous sword is a sword that has not been unsheathed. Because in that way, the enemy will not be able to tell the length of your sword, your sword path, or even whether you are an enemy or a friend. Once unsheathed, point and wave it to the enemy, everything will be understood by the enemy. The secret to victory is not to swing the sword outside all day long, but to hide the sword and secretly polish it to sharpen it. Do you understand?"

"I understand at least one thing," Bjorn replied, "You are indeed my elder brother. Because only the closest elders will teach me this way."

"Yes, I am Ivar, always." Ivar smiled, "Can you swear allegiance to me now?"

Bjorn acted to kneel, but before he fell to the ground, his body suddenly stopped:

"Before that, brother, I have another question to ask you."

"What?"

"Who do you think your sword is sharper or mine?"

"Bjorn, why do you compare with me? If you are loyal to me, you can get your territory and army. If you are fighting me, you will have no way to die." Ivar looked at Bjorn slowly rising from his eyes, "I need a confidant, and you are the best candidate. If you are loyal to me, your power will be above all Aztland except me. Moreover, Bjorn, I am your elder brother, and it is not an embarrassment to be my subordinate. Are you dissatisfied with any dissatisfaction?"

"When I assassinated my father before, my father asked me, 'Why are you so impatient? Bjorn, I will die, and you will be crowned king'. And I answered him like this-"

"What?"

"'Father, I can truly be crowned king by defeating you'."

After being stunned, Ivar burst out laughing, but the laughter was filled with a bit of sadness:

"Okay, what you should lose will eventually be lost. Keeping it will not have any effect, it just makes people look down on you even more. Bjorn, I really want to kill you, you have to grit your teeth and hold on to me!"

"Who should hold on? Brother, haven't you noticed it yet? The body you tried hard to seize is now separated from your spirit body, and is lying unconsciously outside the magic circle?"

A sharp bone whistle sounded. Ivar turned around suddenly and saw countless stones and spears flying towards the army he brought. Then, ambushes swarmed out from all directions, and the army of Tescoko he brought was immediately in chaos!

"I mean to let you find me lying here on purpose." Bjorn stared at Ivar in front of him, "You noticed me, but didn't notice where my real ambush was."

"So that's it." Ivar took a breath, "As long as your army destroys Nesawar Koyotel's body, I can't go back, right?"

"You discovered it too late."

"What if I just knocked out your spirit body, ended this magic circle, and returned to my body? Bjorn, what do you do?"

"I have already made thirty-six protective measures in advance. They are the tools prepared to safely summon the Black Dragon Niedhog! Can you unlock these thirty-six protective measures one by one before your body is destroyed?"

"What if I just ignore your summons now and leave the magic circle?"

"I have imposed a triple detention spell."

"when?"

"Just just now, in front of you! You don't really think that I am not good at learning skills and need to chant a spell many times to maintain this magic circle, right?"

Bjorn's eyes were burning with a raging fire.
Chapter completed!