Everyone knows that the mage tower was destroyed the next day, but many details are described vaguely. Although people suspect it, there is no way to verify it.
Furion and Yuri were sitting in the Secret Magic Guild at this time. Due to the arrival of these two great magisters, the Secret Magic Guild also suspended operations for one day.
"Lord Furion, although you and I are both great magisters, you are already over a hundred years old," Yuri said, playing with his Explosive Spark Staff.
"Whatever you want to say, just say it directly." Fario glanced at the other party and replied in a deep voice.
"What I want to say is, if the experiment last night was successful, how would you deal with it." Yuri smiled, not caring about the other party's tone.
"Studying this space magic array is my lifelong project. Besides, I am not a member of your secret magic union." Furion stretched out his hand to signal the other party and handed the Exploding Spark Staff to himself.
Upon seeing this, Yuri stood up slowly, first handed his staff to the other party, and then stood by the window sill. The view at the top of the Secret Magic Guild was extremely wide, and naturally the figures of the repairers could be seen.
Last night, his third brother Fernando found him, and his intention was very clear. He must find out Furio's true thoughts. And if that kind of experiment can really succeed, he must stay in Aogu City.
However, as a traditional magician, Yuri does not think so. In his opinion, space magicians are comparable to the plague, and the first rule of the secret magic union is to kill them at all costs. p>
"Lord Furion, there are two ways to go now. One is to be killed after the experiment is successful, and the other is to hide it in the royal family." Yuri did not look back, as if muttering to himself.
"As a magician, don't you want to find out why those space magicians were slaughtered to death?" Furion observed the staff while summoning some fire elements from time to time.
"I don't want to! The disaster of magic disaster must not be caused by me!" As soon as Yuri said this, Furion's expression suddenly froze, and he almost dropped his staff to the ground.
The Sorrow of Magic Catastrophe is a secret that is only passed down by word of mouth among great magisters. No one can determine the specific year when it occurred, and no one has verified its authenticity.
But the reality is the best explanation. If they were not brutally murdered, why would they disappear? Even now, there are few records even in ancient books.
It is said that four thousand years ago, the Augu continent was not composed of a royal city and nine principalities like it is today. The human race at that time was a whole and had only one king.
And there were so many magicians at that time that even many poor people could perform one and a half tricks. Fireball was classified as a life skill, and water bomb was mostly used in farming.
It was a period of freedom and laissez-faire. The imperial army had many roles. Today it was the iron hooves against the invasion of aliens, but tomorrow it might be transformed into masons.
The Great Sword Master and the Divine Blessing Knight are closely related, and cultivating one's own fighting spirit is a top priority, and no one cares about red tape. They think very simply, they should become strong while alive, and there can only be one so-called strong person.
At that time, the bloodline warriors of the orcs knelt on one knee, the stone skin of the dwarves was bruised, the fangs of the eight-ringed trolls turned into drinking utensils, the wives of the elves were delicate and charming, and the sharp claws of the dragons were the best.
Decorations.
This state lasted for a long, long time, until twelve magical beasts were discovered, and so long that the ancient bell rang in the mage tower.
The wisdom of our ancestors is as vast as the galaxy. After generations of continuous research by the great magisters of various departments, they finally created a new magic system again.
This kind of magic system has a very strange difference from others. Because it breaks through the restrictions of the gods, it is based on the principles of magic, uses the resonance of elements as a bridge, and uses the embodiment of magic as moves.
Space magic has become an epoch-making innovation in one fell swoop, and it does not require a large amount of magic crystals to practice, which is very tempting.
Therefore, under such circumstances, a large number of space magicians emerged, and after many years, they firmly stood at the pinnacle of power.
However, just when mankind was about to ascend the throne of the king of all races, a world-level disaster quietly came. The Lord of the Twelve Demonic Beasts in the Sea of Demons, the Earthly Serpent Jörmungandr, suddenly went berserk.
The reason is that a human space magician used a teleportation circle to steal his sister who was about to break out of her shell.
In this rage, Jörmungandr's sun-shielding body broke away from the sea for the first time, and the huge shadow slowly approached the Ogu continent.
Along the way, countless eyeless dragons were directly crushed by it, the temples of the orcs were reduced to nothing, and the mines of the dwarves collapsed one after another.
The powerful human beings pushed their fighting spirit and magic power to the extreme. But they found that they, the so-called strong ones, could not even pierce other people's python skin.
Jormungandr became even more irritable under the actions of humans. He swept his tail and razed the royal city to the ground.
Three days later, mourning was everywhere in the ancient continent, and countless corpses began to emit a putrid stench, and the thief was brought to Jörmungandr.
His sister was safe and sound, and the human race received the punishment they deserved. Jörmungandr slowly left, leaving only one sentence: Get out of the Demon Sea.
The survivors of the disaster gathered together again. The Divine Blessing Knight became one-armed, the great swordsman was blind, and the great mage vomited blood.
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, and then more and more people began to echo it, and finally it evolved into an irrefutable fact.
This is a disaster for mankind, and it is also a result of the space magician's overestimation of his capabilities. If a person cannot fully control his own power, it is a disaster.
Half a year later, after losing countless great swordsmen and divine knights, mankind finally killed the last space magician.
And an organization called the Arcane Union was formally established, with only one role, which is to find and kill those fish that slipped through the net.
Since then, this legend has come to an end, and those space magicians have long been evaporated by the years. Not even a single spell is left.
The sunlight outside the window was a bit dazzling, and the repair figure became blurry. Yuri turned around slowly, his face no longer as kind as before.
Furion, who was still sitting, also raised his head and looked at each other. Neither of them spoke anymore. Yuri took his Explosive Spark Staff and walked out of the Secret Magic Guild.
Furion sighed softly and took out a few pieces of paper from his storage bag. What was recorded on them was the space magic circle that he had been studying all his life.
Small fireballs shot out from his fingertips, and wisps of black ash scattered all over the ground. Fario knew exactly where this place was, and even believed that the other party had already prepared for it.
However, this is exactly what happened. Yuri, who had just left, was standing at the door. Next to him stood Anthony, the blessed knight, and behind him stood a group of magicians from the royal city with strange faces.
"Are you satisfied that I will never step out of the Mage Tower again?" Furion asked calmly.
"Aren't you afraid that the Mage Tower will be destroyed again?" Yuri asked with a smile.
"It's impossible, it's impossible anymore." After finishing speaking, Furio turned and left, like a dying old man.