Since the magic tide broke out, the white-haired old tower master has been locking himself on the top floor of the tower, and has been reading the mysterious files stored in the prophet's tower for tens of thousands of years day and night.
While flipping through the pages, he muttered a series of incomprehensible words such as "Three Kings" and "Retro".
However, on this day, the young file apprentice Sonk carefully walked into the old man's residence holding a wooden tray with a few simple dishes on it, and asked softly: "Teacher, you should eat something."
It’s time to eat!”
"If you don't want to eat, don't eat... take it away quickly... don't interfere with my thoughts..." The old tower master changed his usual wise appearance and became irritable and irritable. He waved his arms and wanted to drive Sounke out:
"Damn... I always feel like I've forgotten something... Why can't I understand more and more everything that happens there! Alice... That Alice must have done something... These damn witches of fate,
Why do you always like to mess up your destiny?"
Just as he slapped the wooden table, the silent prophet's eye above his head suddenly burst into brilliant golden light, and then began to rumble around, casting the golden light in the distance.
Somewhere northwest.
"The wheel of fortune has turned... Another great wizard has appeared in the wizarding world... Quick, Thornke, help me up and see, which guy is so lucky? Let's see, is it the one from the Wizards Association or the one from the middle of the country?
?" Under the incoherent urging of the master of the old tower, Sounke quickly put down the dinner plate, helped the teacher and followed a narrow spiral stone staircase to the top of the tower next to the Prophet's Eye.
When he arrived here, the old tower master suddenly felt a burst of strength. He threw Sounke away, threw himself on the altar, and devoted all his mental power to the Eye of the Prophet, which was running as fast as a precision machine.
The Eye of the Prophet is shaped like a huge hollow metal ball, two meters in diameter, suspended above the altar. A strange eye opens in the center of the metal ball, with whites, pupils, and blood lines.
It looks extremely flexible as it spins around.
This is not a witchcraft eye, but a real super-level biological eyeball.
It is with the help of the eyeball of this super creature that the Tower of Prophet can span thousands of miles, penetrate any witchcraft barrier, and see what it wants to see. However, no matter how powerful the psychic eye is, it cannot see through it.
The mist condensed by the power of fate.
Therefore, what a prophet hates most is not other people, but another prophet!
"The mist of destiny... hates it, it is indeed that Alice's aura... But judging from the environment here, it should be in the middle, so the person who advanced this time must be the legendary fire wizard... Hahaha... Even Douglas...
I can't do anything about this fire wizard. Could it be that he can really copy the legend of the three ancient kings..."
It has to be said that guys who have a touch of fortune divination are a bit neurotic. And the old tower master who has lived for nearly a thousand years is even more crazy and incoherent at the moment. He is peeping into the distance with the help of the eyes of the prophet, while mumbling in a confused manner.
with some words and vocabulary that no one can understand.
Three ancient kings...
Thornke was confused as he listened, but this ancient word caught his attention. When he read through the ancient secret scrolls countless times, this word appeared most frequently in ancient times.
The Three Ancient Kings refer to the three powerful men who founded the three major wizarding organizations in the wizarding world in ancient times.
They are Salem, the founder of the Northland Witches, who is known as the Queen of Witches, King of Witches, Ancient Witch and other titles. The other is Ignaz, who claims to have mastered the rules of the earth.
He is also the first president of the Wizards Association. The last one is Patrick, an arcane wizard and known as the 'Creator', and he is the founder of the Silver Alliance.
And they are also the only three level 9 great wizards in the wizard camp, so they are also known as the "Three Ancient Kings"!
The teacher actually compares a 'newcomer' who has just advanced to level 5 with the three ancient kings. This is really beyond the scope of Sounke's thinking and understanding.
After all, Level 9 already represents the most powerful force in the multiverse. They have long surpassed the rules of the entire multiverse and are great beings that ordinary wizards can never reach.
Therefore, the old tower master's behavior at this moment is equivalent to a kind of blasphemy against the 'three ancient kings'. If people from the three major wizard organizations hear it, I am afraid it will cause a lot of trouble.
However, this is the Prophet's Tower, and it is the domain of the old tower owner. No one dares to challenge his authority under the gaze of the Prophet's eyes.
After all, living longer also represents a kind of strength!
…………
Wizards Guild, overlooking the tower.
Floor 777.
The usually deserted top floor of the tower was now crowded with people. The fourth-level wizards who were usually so busy that they couldn't even see their silhouettes were all clustered around the new first prophet Nostradan, anxiously waiting for the news.
.
Seven hours ago, a regular rhythm from deep within the plane system disturbed everyone. Although they did not know the source of the regular rhythm, they could vaguely sense that something earth-shattering was about to happen in the wizarding world.
matter.
Wizards below level 4 are not very closely integrated with the plane system, and even if they are frightened, they cannot correct themselves. However, these level 4 wizards can vaguely detect something through the power of the laws they control.
In order to clear up the doubts in their hearts, they all put down what they were doing and went to the top of the observation tower to seek confirmation from Nostradam, the association's first prophet who had been in office for less than a century.
As for the previous Mustang, he exhausted his efforts in a prophecy 78 years ago and died on the astrologer's platform. And this Nostradan was selected by Domhnall from the reserve prophets.
The elite promoted him to the position in front of him in one breath.
The bright starlight on the astrologer's platform had been shining for two full hours, and the Nostradanian prophet walked down weakly with the support of several female apprentices.
"How is it, has it been confirmed?" As the leader of the association, Domhnall was the first to stand up and asked in a deep voice.
Nostradam did not dare to ignore the old wizard who had the power of life, death, and seizure. He threw away the two female apprentices, rushed to the old wizard, bowed and saluted: "It has been confirmed, it is
he!"
Domhnall took a deep breath.
And the people behind him were even more silent.
For the Wizards Association with a deep foundation, a fifth-level great wizard cannot threaten them. But a great wizard who still exists in the wizarding world is very scary.
If that Grimm came to the east to make a big fuss in an effort to withstand some dimensional backlash, I'm afraid the entire Wizards Association would tremble in fear.
Among the crowd, Servoris's expression was particularly ugly.
Although Gloria was slightly calmer than him, the rapidly flashing light in her purple pupils also showed that her heart was not as calm as she appeared.
If we talk about grudges, I am afraid that in the association, she and Severis have the most grudge against Greem. Although they belonged to two camps at the time, they were each their own masters and business was business-like, but after two games, this
This hatred has risen to the level of personal grudges.
Now, the other party has become a great wizard. Although he will be expelled from the plane world by plane consciousness sooner or later, the short period of time before leaving is enough for him to do whatever he wants.
if……
Just when everyone was talking about it and trying their best to digest the news, the tower shook suddenly, and then sirens sounded.
"Alarm...alarm...encountered an invasion by a foreign enemy...the target creature has been locked!" Taling Rafatus's harsh voice echoed in the hall.
"Who? Who is it? I need images from outside..." Domhnall roared and struck hard with the witch wand in his hand.
Immediately, a wall in the hall was temporarily transformed into a water mirror, showing a scene outside the witch tower.
The towering observation tower was now fully armed.
Layers upon layers of airtight force field barriers have covered all its entrances, exits, skylights, and platforms, while a larger semicircular shield has protected the entire tower and surrounding witchcraft facilities.
Attacks from the outside also triggered the defense mechanism of the overlooking tower.
The rune stones that are constantly lingering outside the tower have all been activated, lighting up the defensive witch formations and attack witch formations above, drawing mysterious and mysterious trajectories in the air and starting to move towards the location of the attack.
Somewhere in the tower, a hidden secret door opened, and nearly a hundred wizard apprentices flew into the sky riding high-level wizard beasts. Each of them wore special rune armor, and held rune crossbows in their hands, with magic shining on them.
The halo is clearly visible in daylight.
On the ground, the bunkers hidden around the witch tower suddenly opened, and thousands of armored giant rhinoceros and rune knights sitting on them holding special spears rushed out.
As for those association wizards who didn't know what was going on, they fled to the nearest witchcraft facility after hearing the piercing sirens.
Almost instantly, the entire area around the observation tower became empty and quiet.
And all the wizards of the association who were hiding opened their eyes and scanned the sky, wandering around, trying to see who dared to come to the Holy Land of Wizards to run wild.
However, what surprised them was that there were no thousands of troops or huge beasts, and there was only a young wizard wearing a red witch robe floating in the empty sky.
Apart from him, there is no second enemy at all!
Just when many middle- and low-level wizards from the association felt relieved, the fourth-level wizards who gathered on the top of the witch tower and stared intently at the magic water mirror couldn't help but feel their hearts tightening.