The headquarters of the Cavallen family, Castle Black, is in a cold hall.
The long table was covered with a blood-red tablecloth, and on the seats arranged in sequence around it were the younger generations of the Cavallo family.
There was silence in the hall, and the atmosphere seemed extremely depressing. The maids carefully carried the silver trays and placed the fine wine and food on the table.
Da da da!
Amidst the dull footsteps, an old man with a gloomy face walked slowly. He was wearing a gray-white wizard's robe and had a skull symbol on his chest.
The leader of the Cavallen family and the second-level wizard Negan.
"Is everyone here?" Old Negan walked to the head seat of the long table and sat down. He glanced at everyone with his cold eyes and said in a hoarse voice.
"Uncle Negan, all the third-level apprentices among the younger generation of the family are here." Next to the main seat, a handsome young man said.
Old Negan nodded slowly and raised his hand to snap his fingers.
Wow!
In midair, a gray flame emerged.
"In three days, the battle for coordinates will begin. All of you must remember that the biggest goal of this bloody battle is to kill this person!"
Old Negan said in a cold tone with undisguised murderous intent in his voice.
"Whoever can kill this person, I will elect him to become the successor of the Cavallen family, the next patriarch, and provide him with all the resources to be promoted to a formal wizard!"
Among the gray flames burning in mid-air, a figure emerged, holding a black wand and wearing the standard gray robe of Phantom of Crows. It was Enzo.
The younger generation of the Cavallen family all looked at the figure in the flames, with a burning luster in their eyes.
"Gustave, I must kill your only disciple and make you pay for what you have done!" Old Negan gritted his teeth.
…
Skeleton Castle, base camp.
In a huge group of desolate and cold tombs, a seven-story tower stands in the center, surrounded by tombstones.
Inside the seven-story tower, there is a secret room.
The Lord of the Skeleton Castle and a third-level wizard, Krosno sat on a chair made of bones, looking ahead with cold eyes.
"You should understand what I mean, right?" Crosno said in a deep voice.
"Kaijin obeys your orders, Master."
In front of the Bone Chair, a thin young man was half-kneeling on the ground and replied expressionlessly.
"Very good." Crosnuo nodded with satisfaction, threw a black crystal out, and said, "This rune stone is your trump card. It can only be used on the last day of the coordinate war!"
"As you command, Master." Kaijin took the black crystal and said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, after this matter is completed, I will restore your freedom."
The corners of Crosnuo's lips raised, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he murmured: "Seven hundred years have passed, and I finally waited for this opportunity. The person in the Dark Realm who can be promoted to the fourth level wizard must be me, Crosnuo...
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…
Phantom Crows, inside the academy.
In the most central area, there is a dark purple building that belongs to the dean's wizard tower.
In a hall.
There were three chairs at the front, with Vice-President Christina sitting domineeringly in the middle. On her left, the other Vice-President, Wizard Mitchell, had a nonchalant expression on his face, yawning as if he hadn't woken up.
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On the right, a handsome-looking black-robed wizard with a one-eyed crow squatting on his shoulder sat on a chair with a calm expression.
He is the dean of [Phantom of Crows] Academy, the third-level wizard Froslai.
"The battle of coordinates is about to begin, and I'll leave the rest to you." Froslai held the one-eyed crow in his arms, caressing it gently, and said in a gentle tone.
"Don't worry, grandpa."
Opposite the three deans, a handsome young man spoke confidently and said with a smile: "I will definitely win the world coordinates for the college, and I will never let you down!"
"We all know what you're capable of, Fitz."
Christina raised her slender left leg, raised her head and said, "In this coordinate battle, the main force of the academy is Myrcella, you just need to assist her."
Fitz's face froze, but he quickly recovered.
"I will defeat [Skull Castle] and [Fang Blood Shadow] and get the world coordinates for the academy." Myrcella was dressed in a fiery red robe, with a hint of pride on her calm face.
"Very good, you are worthy of being my disciple!" Christina was very satisfied with Myrcella's attitude and said, "With you as a trump card, we will definitely win this coordinate battle!"
"...Not necessarily, right?"
Mitchell yawned and said lazily, "There are many quasi-witches under Skeleton Castle and Fang Blood Shadow. Fitz and Myrcella alone may not be able to deal with those little monsters, right?"
"Shut up, you idiot!"
Christina's expression changed and she angrily said, "My disciple is the strongest, she will never lose to the trash from Skeleton Castle and Fang Blood Shadow!"
Mitchell was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak anymore.
"Okay, Christina, Mitchell." Froslai smiled and said gently, "I have a hunch that this coordinate battle will give us a satisfactory ending."
Then, he looked forward again.
"Fitz, Myrcella, you two should go back and rest, and stay in the best condition possible before the coordinate battle begins."
"Yes, Mr. Dean (Grandpa)!"
Fitz and Myrcella both caressed their chests and saluted, and then exited the hall.
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At the same time, in the south of the Dark Polar Region.
In the headquarters of [Tusk Blood Shadow] among the three major organizations, in an ancient castle, two figures were walking side by side, walking down the stairs to an underground prison.
"This is it."
Crowley stopped, raised his hand, and knocked lightly on the prison fence.
Bang!
A black shadow rushed over quickly and hit the fence hard, but it triggered the confinement runes on the surface of the prison and was bounced back.
"This little monster is still so energetic."
Next to her, a trace of disgust appeared on Catherine's face, and she said coldly, "If it weren't for the fight for coordinates, I would never come here to see this ugly monster going crazy."
In the prison, a ferocious creature, with its hands and feet bound by metal chains, stepped out of the shadows and roared wildly.
From the appearance point of view, he seemed to be human, but the skin all over his body was ulcerated, and he was as terrifying as a skinned bloody corpse. A pair of bat-like wings on his back were dragging feebly on the ground.
"Don't say that, dear."
A smile appeared on Crowley's handsome face and he said, "No matter what, he is our child after all."
Catherine curled her lips with disdain on her face.
Crowley shook his head and pointed his finger on the prison fence. As a wave of magic spread, the runes on the surface of the prison instantly shattered.
boom!
Feeling that the power of restraint disappeared, the blood corpse monster rushed towards the fence madly, broke through the prison the next moment, and pounced on Crowley like a wild beast.
