On the top floor of the ice-blue tower, a mage in gorgeous robes stared blankly at the crystal ball on the long table, muttering to himself, his body shaking uncontrollably.
"What happened? Prophet Brog?"
An apprentice saw something was wrong and hurried forward to ask.
"I saw darkness... The darkness enveloped us deeply. A powerful disaster is approaching. What exactly happened..." Broger covered his head and said with some pain.
His eyes were blank for a while, and the scene he saw in the crystal ball made him feel deeply uneasy, but he could not find the source of the disaster.
"An avalanche just occurred in the Saint-Chanzel Mountains, and the legendary mage Eschar is going to resolve it. Is this the disaster you are referring to?" the apprentice asked respectfully.
"I don't know, but I can be sure that everyone in the city is in deep danger." Brog said hurriedly, "Where are the other powerful mages in the city? Go summon them quickly and tell them that I have something important.
Apocalypse notification."
"This..." The apprentice hesitated for a while and hurriedly explained, "The prophet doesn't know something. Because the end is approaching, other powerful mages in the city are following the hero Deken to the Holy Crown City to discuss a truce with Eli, the leader of the pure mages.
Related things."
"Damn it, why did it happen at this time..." Broger said with some unwillingness, "The only one we can rely on is ourselves."
"What happened?" The apprentice looked horrified.
"I'm not sure yet... It seems I can only use that treasure." As if making some kind of decision, Brog took out a stack of gold-red cards from the space ring.
Taking a deep breath, he carefully pulled out a card from the pile, and then turned the card over.
"Impossible..." Brog looked shocked. On the front of the card, there was a drawing of a flaming demon. His skin was red, and he was holding a giant scythe taller than a man in his hand. On his head was a demon.
It has goat horns standing up high. Just looking at this card, Brog felt a deep sense of evil.
"Big Devil...how did I draw this prophecy card?" Brog covered his head, with deep anxiety in his eyes. "It must be because of these cards. It must be like this. It will bring deep sorrow to people."
Unfortunately, I shouldn't have taken it away in the first place..."
Seeing the apprentice still standing there at a loss, unreasonable anger rose in Brog's heart: "Why are you still standing there stupidly? Do you want me to teach you to do anything?"
Do it well?"
Facing Brog's loud rebuke, the apprentice quickly lowered his head and quickly left the room.
After the apprentice left, Brog stretched out his hand, preparing to pull out another card from the card pile. However, the fear in his heart made him hesitate.
Brog knew that the more he used the pile of cards in front of him and knew his own destiny, the faster disaster would strike. After hesitating again and again, Brog retracted his hand and looked at the crystal ball aside.
"This is..." Brog was stunned. From the picture that emerged from the crystal ball, he saw the magic guild hall on the ground floor of the tower, and in the hall, a man and a woman, two strangely dressed humans. p>
After realizing that something was wrong, Brog quickly put away the divination props and quickly went downstairs to look for the figure emerging from the crystal ball.
Before he could teleport downstairs, the low voice echoed throughout the city.
"Listen, the mages of Tris City, I am looking for a special set of prophecy cards. It was once a collection of dragons in the Kingdom of Dragons. You'd better hand over the prophecy cards, otherwise, this city will be destroyed.
Destroyed by my power."
The unabashed threat in the words made Brog feel cold all over. The disaster he saw was not an avalanche at all, but the two existences that appeared at this time.
He quickly rushed towards the bottom of the tower, but before he arrived, Brog smelled a burning smell coming over him.
"Hmph, it seems you won't hand over this treasure easily. Well, let the person next to me show you my true power."
"Wait a minute..."
The low words came again, and at the critical moment, Brog finally arrived at the bottom of the tower, and he let out an anxious cry.
The next moment, Brog's eyes met a man in black robes. Half of his face was covered by a skull-shaped mask. The mask looked so lifelike, as if it was made of a real skull.
All the mages showed disgust and fear.
Many pitch-black corpses emitting black smoke were lying at his feet, and other mages did not dare to step forward for a while.
"Who are you? Why do you want to interfere with my spellcasting?" Beside him, a girl with purple hair and purple robe asked dissatisfiedly.
"I am Brog, the prophet who lives here." Looking at the two people who exuded a terrifying aura, Brog's panicked heart calmed down and replied in a deep voice, "What you are looking for is this.
Prophecy card?"
As he spoke, a stack of gold-rimmed and red-background cards appeared in Broger's hand.
"It's this set of cards, give it to me!" the black-robed mage ordered loudly.
"It's not that simple." Brog took a step back and lit a flame in his other hand, "How should I believe that you will let us go after getting this set of prophecy cards."
"I'm not interested in your lives. All I want is that set of cards." The black-robed mage replied solemnly.
"It's empty talk, I can't believe everything you say." Broger retorted.