The counter-proof is very complicated: 'I don't know if my luck is good or bad. How come I have been hit by the first world war in more than 100,000 years, and I am not even an official wizard. How can I do this?
'
This unexpected development directly disrupted 90% of his thoughts.
I don't know what to do anymore.
He found in despair: 'I can't seem to do anything except watch...'
Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?
Not only him, these three questions have become doubts for most people in the wizarding world.
And those mortal countries that have just been notified have no idea at all. What is a world war?
Something that hadn't happened for hundreds of thousands of years caught them off guard in an instant.
This thing is too far away for them.
The sense of immersion is just like ancient mythology.
When it was put in front of them all of a sudden, they really couldn't understand it.
【Increase population at all costs.】
Seeing this simple order, many kings scratched their hair and felt confused.
It wasn't until the next day that another order came down.
[Within three days, marriageable men and women must get married if there are enough members of the opposite sex. If they refuse to marry, they will be hanged on the spot. 】
Only then did I realize what the so-called intensity means at all costs.
The public was in a state of chaos.
Many singles are immediately faced with the choice of getting married or dying on the spot.
It's actually a bit sudden.
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Day five.
Thousands of meters underground in the Heart of Silence.
In a huge extra-dimensional space created by witchcraft and a large number of witchcraft tools.
Saya is directing the slaves to deliver food and nutrients to the animal pens.
A large number of newly unblocked Warcraft are in a period of inevitable weakness due to their recent recovery, and these materials are the supplies to restore their strength.
When Saya accepted this job, it was the day after the war announcement was issued.
It was also at that time that he realized that there were so many different spaces underneath the academy where he had been staying for several years.
Thirty-sixth floor animal pen space.
Each layer raises hundreds of millions of magical beasts, and the blood and souls of those magical beasts have been controlled by witchcraft since their ancestors.
Both intelligence and strength are restricted, and there is nothing in the mind except killing, reproduction, and obeying orders!
The intelligence that was originally close to human beings is only about the same as that of cats and dogs.
And when it grows to a certain level, it will be sealed and preserved.
This not only saves space in the animal pens and feeding supplies, but also prevents them from dying of old age and can be used as a reserve of troops.
If even the reserve space is full, the extra monsters will be massacred based on the principle of increasing strength from weak to strong, and transported as materials to other places in the college for use by the teachers and students inside.
And this is also the source of materials that Heart of Silence consumes day and night.
Saya is now responsible for a small area on the 11th floor of the animal pen, and there are probably a million newly revived monsters under his control to manage.
The weakest of these monsters is level 2, the strongest is level 3, and there is no level 4. Because at that level of strength, even the witchcraft of blood and soul has a high probability of being broken through by it, so that belongs to
Things outside the safety line.
Seeing the carts of supplies being transported away, Saya couldn't explain how she felt.
A few days ago, he never dreamed that he, a wizard apprentice, could manage so many powerful monsters!
If you pick the weakest one among them, you can spray him to death in one breath.
And with millions of people crowded together, the power automatically emitted from his body alone could make him unsteady and make him feel like he was about to faint.
If it weren't for the robe he wore to isolate his aura, he wouldn't be able to do this job at all.
‘I don’t know what’s going on with Char. He seems to be taking care of those ancient wizards who have just recovered. I just hope their tempers aren’t too difficult...’
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The old man with flowing white hair and strong muscles roared at the short man next to him who was as thin as a bamboo pole: "Punch me!"
"Bang!"
After not dodging or dodging, the short wizard didn't even shake his body after a hard punch with his head. He said with a strange smile on his face: "Jie Jie Jie ~ trash! Haven't you eaten?"
Seeing that the other party dared to ridicule him, the white-haired old man was furious: "You bastard, my Carter style fighting skills are not for you!"
The dwarf shot back disdainfully: "You're just a scumbag, you're just a jerk in front of my Elsla flow body refining witchcraft!"
"I'll fight..."
"stupid……"
The two started fucking again while scolding each other.
The onlookers nearby could only look anxious. The old man with two heads on the side hurriedly advised: "Stop fighting, stop fighting, please stop fighting! You are all wizards, you can't be beaten to death like this."
It’s human!”
"Fuck him! The wizard uses witchcraft with a hammer. Witchcraft is for weaklings. It's just fun to hit him with your fists!"
"Hit! Hard! Beautiful! This is the left hook!"
"Who ate my bread?"
"Does anyone want to go out and have sex..."
"What! My kingdom has been dead for tens of thousands of years!"
"What! The kingdom that destroyed my kingdom has also been destroyed for tens of thousands of years!"
"What! That place has changed its country 985 times!"
"I'll hit you..."
Hiding in the corner, watching the scene of roaring ghosts and dancing demons not far away, Char's young heart was at a loss.
‘Do these big guys need others to take care of them? They are good at eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, fighting, and fighting. They are full of energy!’
These guys were quite normal when they first woke up. They all looked like serious people, with serious faces and full aura!
But within two or three days, he changed into this kind of behavior, just like someone who was insane. He indulged in wanton indulgence and spitted everywhere, which affected his hygiene. His original image was completely gone.
According to the information he obtained, the two guys fighting in the center of the field, the old man with muscular body, had slept for more than 40,000 years, while the short one, who looked a little stunted, had slept for more than 90,000 years, and even participated in the
A world war.
As for the people present, excluding him and the servants responsible for serving tea and water, these wizards all have at least level four strength!
Although each of these guys has less than a few hundred years to live and has entered the final stage of their lives, they are all extremely good at fighting, so they chose to be sealed and become the foundation of the wizarding world.
Char thought in confusion: 'Hundreds of years are quite a long time, isn't it? Why do these guys talk as if their lives are short-lived? Maybe this is the mentality of the strong...'