Chapter 25 The plane war is coming, our ants are still eating
"You, Malaz, are a brainless fire mage. Can you say that again? I will fight you to the death!"
"Quiet, quiet!"
Seeing that the noisy magicians were about to duel again, the three supreme magicians on the stage looked at each other angrily. This group of lawless descendants of wizards finally found an outlet for the first time in hundreds of years.
In the past, I wanted to do various experiments all day long but was restricted by the "Magician Convention of the Broken Age".
He also said that he should protect the ecology, he said that he should avoid disrupting the lives of civilians, he also said that he should reduce killings in his own plane and not conduct dangerous magic experiments, etc.
Well this time, a second-level broken plane appeared, and it was a fragment of the plane world that used to be ruled by magicians.
Isn't this a good time to give me a pillow if I doze off?
Not to mention how excited these howling magicians were.
"Huh, I don't know the same as you."
"Tch, it sounds like no one wants to talk to you, an idiot like you."
"Let's go, stop chatting, go explore another world!"
"You're stupid, that's yours."
"Okay, no matter what it is, if you want the loot, go back and organize the army."
"That's right. I give you a magic thumbs up."
Finally, the noisy magicians were lured away, and the only five powerful magicians who remained in place looked at each other and laughed.
"I never thought we would have the chance to see the world in the past."
The man in plain white robe spoke first.
"Thanks to the spatial coordinates sent by the other side first, otherwise how could you and I capture it?"
The crow leader was combing his feathers, staring at the ordinary and silent blue-robed magician from the corner of his eye.
"Or maybe it's the good luck brought by those two elves!"
"Yes, which one of you wants to contract with them?"
Jia Liyue, the fiery red flame, is a female magician with an extremely hot figure. She has long fiery red hair and a waist-to-hip ratio so good that even the magic robe cannot hide the alluring aura of her exquisite curves.
"Here you go! I'll go to the extradition plane to catch new ones."
Gray Eternal is an old man, with the same vicissitudes of life as the plain white robe, but his hair color is gray, while the plain white robe is white.
"Okay, then give it to me!"
Seeing Gray Eternal standing up and leaving the table, Fiery Red Flame showed a hint of joy on his more beautiful and delicate face.
"Hey, you haven't asked our opinion yet!"
He seemed to have a particularly good relationship with Fiery Red Flame, so he pretended to be angry and complained.
"Come on, I don't know you yet? When the door is opened tonight, I will come to study magic with you."
The fiery red flame left his seat with a smile, turned around and gave the plain white robe a charming look, and Shi Shiran left.
"Quack! Su Bai, be careful and die of premature senility. Your hair is already so white, yet you dare to provoke that hot flame."
As if he had seen something particularly interesting, the crow leader suddenly laughed twice. His dark eyes looked at the man with some indescribable meaning, his face was flushed, and he was filled with some excitement.
Plain white robe.
"Humph, what do you know about this stinky crow? You are an old witch."
The excited look in the plain white robe was seen, and he snorted with some displeasure, and then left the venue along with the two supreme ministers who were leaving.
"What about you, aren't you going to return the puppet guards to me?"
After the scene calmed down, the crow leader suddenly turned his head inexplicably and looked at the blue-robed mage who had been silent.
"No, that's my daughter's trophy."
The blue-robed mage stood in the shadows, thinking quietly about something. He suddenly woke up when he heard the crow's question, and replied casually.
"You have a secret?"
"Is it related to your daughter or your wife?"
The crow leader was obviously a little too concerned and was looking for something to chat about.
"Take care of yourself! Don't die in the plane war."
The blue-robed mage seemed not to be optimistic about this plane battle, especially the magicians who were screaming to leave, which made him feel even more unreliable and insecure.
History has recorded the greatness of the wizards of the old magical world, which was the result of the high-pressure power and prosperity of civilization brought about by enslaving countless plane creatures and races.
Now that the old magical world is torn apart and shattered into countless broken planes, do the descendants of wizards still think they have the same power as in the past?
Even today's level of magicians, the fourth level is the highest, the third level magicians are the backbone, and the second level magicians can be called elites.
But this level, in the past world, had just begun!
The seventh level magician was the highest in the old magic world, the fourth level was the backbone, and the first, second and third level were just some reserve forces.
What's more, the magical world at that time had billions or even tens of billions of cannon fodder slaves to help in the war.
What is there in the Wizarding Mountains now?
Those same howling goblins?
Even the guards of Ironwood Town can fight one against two. Can they really be used to conquer the Broken Dragon Wilderness Plane with the legendary dragon?
Moreover, why would the opposite world be so stupid? Release your own plane coordinates in advance?
This looks like a premeditated trap.
Thinking of this, the blue-robed Mark Bo really couldn't help but feel worried.
"Haha, you just hurt me not long ago, and you don't want to apologize, but you still talk to me with this attitude?"
"Have you forgotten who is your immediate Dharma throne now?!!"
After hearing Mark Bo's merciless words, Crow's expression changed drastically and he was already a little angry.
"The throne is just an identity. You have the right to command battles, but you have no right to command me!"
"I am Mark Bo, a fourth-level magician. Even the current supreme beings have to be equal to me. What do you think?"
Mark Bo snorted coldly, too lazy to continue chatting with the crow that had been pestering him for almost a lifetime.
"Damn Mark Bo! Why did you get promoted to level four!!"
"Damn it, damn it! Why don't you obey me!!!"
Seeing Mark Bo walking out of the meeting, the crow was so angry that he could spit out fire like a dragon.
But no matter how angry she was, Mark Bo never looked back, and just flew to North Peak 603 to conduct pre-war command.
"It seems that I have to get her daughter."
The crow turned from anger to silence, and then remembered something sadly.
"Ah! Mom, what are you doing?"
Just when the magic meeting on the mountains far away from Ironwood Town ended, our little cutie Yiyi happened to be feeding her summoned beast, the black iron ant.
"Ah, I, I want to cook it for you, because I'm afraid you can't help but eat raw meat..."
Xiao Yiyi's mother was carrying two dead magic sparrows and wanted to burn them secretly, but she didn't want to be caught by Xiao Yiyi.
"Mom, you don't have to worry, the black iron ant will eat raw!"
"Hurry up, I can feel her evolving."
Little Yiyi ran to the lady's side with a look of disgust, then snatched the dead sparrow, and then stuffed it into the mouth of the black iron ant that was about to spit it out after being fed.
"Wait a minute, Xiao Yiyi, you said the black iron ant is her?"
The lady was a little embarrassed and wanted to find some random topic to cover up, but suddenly she remembered her daughter's pronunciation of the magic word just now.
She is not it.
"Ah, mom, it is it, you heard it wrong."
A drop of cold sweat suddenly appeared on Xiao Yiyi's forehead, but her movements did not change at all, showing no flaws.