In the center of Cold Wind City, there is a gray mist that cannot be blown away by strong winds. This mist operates slowly and flows at a low speed, blocking the prying eyes of the outside world and also protecting a tall tower inside.
Wizard's Tower.
As spellcasters who master the mysterious power of the world, wizards have always been known for being arrogant, indifferent, and powerful. They regard mortals as ants, but they like to collude with the powerful.
Whether a city is powerful depends on how tall the wizard tower is in the city. Obviously, the wizards in Cold Wind City have average abilities, and the tower they live in is far inferior to Banshee Castle.
But the wizards still have the ability to keep trouble away from themselves. In fact, no matter what happens in the city, the running mobs can't even find the entrance to the tower. They always get through the gray fog and run away again.
The high tower overlooks the entire city, and Fabbro and a dozen wizards are standing there watching a show. Well, saying they are watching a show is a bit exaggerated, and many wizards are actually frightened. The current situation is out of control.
Hundreds of fire points burned in the Cold Wind City. The wind helped the fire, and the fire spread very quickly. The billowing smoke even obscured the view from the tower. The hungry people turned into mobs, destroying everywhere. The city seemed to be destroyed.
"Should we take action?" A wizard held on to the balcony of the tower, feeling very uneasy about the chaos he saw. "We can't let those untouchables destroy the entire Cold Wind City."
There are not many wizards in Cold Wind City, not even the eight major factions. The alchemy department is the most practical, so the prestige of chief alchemist Fabbro is slightly higher. When wizards gather together, they naturally look at him when they have doubts.
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Fabbro looked back at his colleagues around him, feeling both amused and saddened in his heart. He had suffered a loss at the hands of Uncle Zhou, and he did not dare to despise the young man who broke out of the dark forest. But the others were afraid
Don't know your own weight.
Zhou Qingfeng entered the city yesterday, and his necromancer Mondino paid a visit to Fabbro. The latter dug for treasures in the elven ruins and made a lot of money in the past two or three months.
There is a big surplus.
It is precisely because of the many benefits that Fabbro has made that his attitude towards Zhou Qingfeng has changed 180 degrees. In the past, he was extremely afraid of the Holy Light Network, but now, it has become a habit.
Mondino expressed that he wanted to become the chief necromancer of the Cold Wind City Wizards Association, and Fabbro had no objection to this. There were no necromancers in Cold Wind City at all, and even a necromancer apprentice could be the chief.
But Mondino asked Fabro to control the Wizards Association in Cold Wind City and remain as neutral as possible. Fabro was accustomed to having two sides, so he was very hesitant about this request.
Zhou Qingfeng led a team to attack the Lehman family the next day, provoking a war against the entire aristocratic forces in Cold Wind City. Fabbro stayed in the Wizard's Tower, still thinking about how to take action, but he saw the hungry people in the city being killed.
Get started.
Even a legendary wizard has a limited number of spells that he can use every day. And the more advanced the spell, the longer the preparation time and the greater the cost. If there is no benefit to casting a spell, a wizard who is responsible for his own profits and losses will not do it.
Fabbro didn't want to use his precious magic on the mob that only had one life left. When the mob was very large, he didn't want to leave the wizard's tower. This was an internal reason, and an external reason.
The nobles of Cold Wind City should have an absolute advantage, but they were like a piece of scattered sand in front of the fire. Everyone only cared about themselves, and as a result, most of the power gathered around Old Longlegs collapsed.
The remaining half failed to play any role, and was defeated by Zhou Qingfeng, who had a small number of people. As for the fire that spread throughout the city, Fabbro didn't care much about it.
"Don't worry about those big fires, they won't burn much." Fabro didn't want to get involved, so he comforted his colleagues, "Victor Hugo's men mainly burned the aristocratic areas, and they chose the location very restrainedly, so the losses would not be huge.
It would be too big.”
As for the chaos, "We'd better wait and see for a while. Victor Hugo is not someone to be trifled with."
"What if the Long-Legs family is really defeated?" Another wizard looked towards the direction of the city lord's palace. It was far away and obscured by thick smoke. The situation seemed very bad.
Fabbro sneered at this, "Then our new city lord's name will be Victor Hugo."
It seems a bit hasty to change the city lord as soon as he wants. The wizards are all pretentious and want to exert some influence on this, instead of simply and passively watching from the sidelines.
Fabbro listened to the heated discussion among his colleagues in private, and he could only sneer with disdain in his heart. If the Longlegs family becomes the city lord, they will seek your support. Victor Hugo will be the city lord, so you better ask for your blessings.
From the bottom of his heart, Fabbro didn't like Zhou Qingfeng, nor did he like him to be his master. This was because Zhou Qingfeng had too many rules and regulations, greatly restricted the power of those in power, and was extremely tolerant and generous to those at the bottom of society.
The dispersion of wealth and power will obviously make the original vested interests feel uncomfortable. But Zhou Qingfeng has a greater ability. He can create greater power and more wealth for distribution. Fabbro can hardly refuse this.
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There is no doubt that Zhou Qingfeng is a very strong master, which is not a good sign for a free and undisciplined wizard. Fabbro has tasted both the bitterness and the sweetness, and he thinks that he is incapable of resisting, so he can only bow his head and give in.
Other wizards do not have this understanding, and naturally believe that no matter who rules the Cold Wind City, they must please them. Those who hold such an idea will definitely be beaten in the future.
Fabbro didn't bother to correct his colleagues' thoughts. He saw someone releasing their magic pet, as if they wanted to convey the situation in Cold Wind City. He also heard someone discussing how to bargain with Victor Hugo if he really won.
someone
A servant came in from the balcony of the tower and bowed to report: "Your Excellency Fabbro, your Excellencies, the Deputy City Lord, His Excellency Lehman, is requesting a meeting outside the tower."
Lehman?
A dozen wizards looked at each other, whispered a few words in private, and quickly reached an agreement that this kind of lost dog, which was definitely out of power, was not worth wasting time and words, "No, let him go."
The servant went down to reply. The wizards stood on the tower and could see a few embarrassed guys below who were yelling and cursing in anger, but had to sneak away with their tails between their legs. They laughed loudly for this, full of teasing and superiority.
After a while, the servant came up again, and this time he wanted to meet the young city lord Marbury. According to the servant's description, the dude almost knelt under the wizard's tower, crying and begging the wizards to take action to resist the external invasion.
By.
Now it is not so easy for the wizards to reach an agreement. Some people want to help, as long as the Long-Legs family offers a good price. But some people feel that Marbury has come to ask for help, and the situation of the Long-Legs family is probably very bad.
Some people think we should wait a little longer
As the noise continued, a violent explosion suddenly occurred in the direction of the city lord's palace, with a bang like thunder. A ball of fire lit up on the ground, rolled and spread. Its power was so powerful that the billowing heat radiation could be felt on the wizard's tower.
Damn it, who is so awesome?
The ninth-level arcana is nothing more than that!
A dozen wizards were dumbfounded by this. None of them could unleash such a powerful spell, and they couldn't even defend themselves. Fabbro sighed at this: "No one in the Long-Legs family seems to have this ability."
Oh, yes.
The dazed wizards suddenly realized and shouted to the servants: "No, no, no one from the Longlegs family is here, drive them away immediately."