The morning bell hanging high on the treetops is quickly rung by law enforcers. Tianlai Novel. | 2
Thanks to the diffusion technique, the sound quickly spread throughout the city, attracting countless residents to come out of their homes and discuss what happened.
"Did I hear you correctly? This is the council of elders' emergency assembly bell!"
"Yeah, what happened? This bell sounds a little unusual!"
The elves were talking a lot, and many of them had doubts on their faces.
Below, in the eight-story and nine-story mage towers, one after another high-level mage flew up.
The flying mages are like meteors passing by.
Some bored people counted the numbers, and at least a dozen people rushed out of the mage tower. Together with the high-level priests who came out of the temple, there were no less than thirty or forty people at a glance.
You must know that among the prairie elf tribes, even the most powerful elf tribe, there are not many masters above level eight.
These thirty or forty people are the foundation for the prairie elves to be arrogant in all directions, and they are also as intimidating as nuclear weapons.
So many high-level mages gathered together, and the magic forces pulled each other to form a large-scale magic tide.
When ordinary elves see it from below, it looks like a rainbow hanging in the sky, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.
"Mobik, Corridor, Maurice, you three rang the morning bell, why don't you come out and explain?"
More and more high-level mages gathered together, and finally someone couldn't bear it anymore and was the first to ask his doubts.
Mobik shook his head slightly, stood on the treetop, looked down, and whispered: "Don't worry, the high priest will be here soon."
...whoosh...
Talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.
Along with the strong magical light, a beam of light burst out from the temple and hit everyone hard.
The light dissipated, and a middle-aged man in his forties with eight magic rings on his hands appeared in front of everyone.
"Dolon, high priest..."
Whether it was the elders of the elves or the high-level priests in the temple, they all lowered their proud heads in front of this middle-aged man.
Duolong nodded slightly, glanced across the crowd, and was the first to enter the parliament hall under the spotlight.
Seeing the high priest enter, the remaining people entered the venue one by one according to their rank.
In the venue, two rows of chairs faced each other, separated by a round table.
Duolong, as a high priest and a moon-night sage, naturally sat on the main seat without mercy.
Next to Duolong are the Starlight Sage and the Dawn Sage, two legendary figures who have reached the peak of the eighth level and are rarely seen on ordinary days.
"Corridor, tell me, why are you ringing the morning bell?" Doron was the first to speak, but the person he asked was not Mobik, but Corridor, who came from the temple lineage.
"High Priest..."
Corridor stood up, organized his words, and then said: "Avril used the summoning technique to summon a strong man who was exiled in the void. This person knew Agris. He promised that as long as
The elves will summon him back to the material world, and will take out a magic book that guides the path after the ninth level, and give it to the elves to learn and learn from."
There was an uproar, an uproar.
The elders and priests present all stared at Corridor in disbelief.
Even the calm High Priest Duolong's eyes fluctuated slightly when he heard about the path beyond the ninth level.
"Can you guarantee that what that person said is true?" Starlight Sage spoke slowly, pointing the question to the core.
Hearing such words, Corridor was stunned for a moment and shook his head hesitantly: "No."
The path after the ninth level does not exist in the Magic Continent. It is precisely because the matter is so important that even Coridor himself cannot guarantee whether this matter is true or false, but he still has to convene a council of elders.
After all, the path after the ninth level is too important. Even if it is a lie, no one can remain indifferent.
Don’t be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of the unexpected. The road to the future is in front of you. If you don’t give it a try, who will be willing to do it?
"You did a good job, Corridor!" Dawn Sage spoke at the right time and gave his praise.
Coridor's eyes flashed with joy. Although everyone was an eighth-level mage, the gap between the early eighth-level and the peak eighth-level was still too big.
What's more, the Dawn Sage is a recognized wise man and never gives praise easily.
As a Corridor, even when he was praised suddenly, he felt a sense of elation, and felt happy in his heart.
"What do you think? I think this is an opportunity." Dawn Sage guided the conversation and glanced at Starlight Sage.
Starlight Sage frowned slightly, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's try it. The road after the ninth level is too far for us, but..."
Among the grassland elves tribe, there is only one ninth-level existence, and that is the high priest Doron.
High Priest Doron had advanced to the ninth level as early as eight hundred years ago. Although no one knew where he had reached now, every elf believed that Doron had not just entered the ninth level.
In this way, the road after the ninth level is more like a painted cake for everyone, and it is still up to two people to decide whether to eat it or not.
However, for Duolong, this is a panacea, and its importance is self-evident.
"Set up the altar in the shortest possible time." The Dawn Sage made the final decision, without involving Doron's problem at all.
If this is true, Duolong will be the biggest beneficiary.
If it is false, then the person whose prestige will be hit will be the promoter of the Dawn Sage. As for the high priest Dolon, his prestige will not be affected, and he will still be so perfect.
Yes, it is perfect.
The person who promoted the unification policy of the elves was this perfect high priest.
Because of its flawless nature, although the various elven tribes opposed this proposal, they could only make peace with it on the surface and make some small moves secretly.
Anthony once said that the elves need a true king to achieve the great cause of unification.
However, many people still feel that unification may not be far away. As long as this perfect high priest exists, the unification of the elves will not stop.
"High Priest Doron, with a combat power of 990,000, hum..."
Reality and void have the property of not interfering with each other.
Wu Ming, who had turned into nothingness, stood behind the elders without attracting anyone's attention.
And on the combat power tester on his face, even more dazzling data flashed, and finally stayed at the level of 990,000.
The combat effectiveness tester is a product of cutting-edge technology and can test a person's approximate level.
Duolong's combat power is 990,000, and he is only 10,000 combat power short of reaching the intermediate life level.
I am afraid that everyone present does not know that this high priest has reached the limit of power tolerance in this dimension. The next step up is the division between humans and gods, which will be another realm.
"This Duolong, if he can understand something from the Book of Elements, he may become a god in one step. When the time comes, he will use the power of the gods to counterattack the continent, and the birth of the Arcane Empire will be certain. Hehe, but what does this have to do with me?
Relationship, as long as you summon me into reality, I can just slap my ass and leave, who cares whether an elf becomes a god or not!"
Under a series of sneers, the Council of Elders came to an end.
The entire prairie elf tribe turned into a machine in an instant, and everyone joined in building the altar.
Avril herself is not strong and can only rely on external objects to summon Wu Ming to reality.
In the next few days, Wu Ming's favorite thing was to stand in mid-air and watch the altar gradually improve.
Because he knows that the day when the altar is built is the day when he returns from the void, and this is not far away.