The Elf Queen, who had been waiting at the reception desk of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for a whole day and felt that her trip must not go well, gently placed the coffee cup she was holding on the table with a smile on her face.
She looked at Minister Farai standing in front of her, and said softly: "A little guy with a strong smell is here. If he were placed in other places, I might not be able to find him. But in Seris, this pollution is worse than
Where the aura of magic is still strong, his magic is too conspicuous."
"Although he has been very careful to hide his magic fluctuations, he is too weak. He was so weak that I found him without much effort." The queen said as she stood up and held her head with her beautiful hands.
The hood behind him covered the top of his head, covering his coveted pointed ears.
"Let's go! Go help...even if you don't do anything, it's good to watch the excitement." After saying that, she walked straight to the door. Farai didn't say anything, nodded slightly, and followed behind the queen.
At the same time, on the runway of Seris International Airport, on another Boeing 747 passenger plane from Grecken, an old man who had his eyes closed and meditated opened his eyes.
He looked at his companion who was already standing next to his seat, covering his face with the hood of his magic robe, and took the wand that belonged to him from the other person's hand.
In other positions, the old men who had also closed their eyes and meditated stood up. They were all wearing Gricken's magic robes, embroidered with Gricken's magician logo.
"Well, now that we know that old friend is here, the rest will be easy to handle." The old man at the head stood up, leaning on his magic staff, his momentum suddenly became alarming: "Let's go! Don't
Let him run wild!"
Following his voice, all the old men who stood up nodded slightly and said softly: "We will do our best to bring Grand Magister Travish to justice."
The leader of the old man also nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the open door of the plane. He wanted to stop his old friend, the friend he had known for thousands of years and whom he had always talked to about everything.
He is Lonzadelai, the great mage of Grecken! After the magic atmosphere in this world has been raised to a new level, he has been promoted to a higher realm and has become the most powerful magician in mankind.
Because the precious information sent by Greken's informant in the puppet empire confirmed that the great mage Travish had left Bulkland, he also brought Greken's most elite team of magicians to the Sailor Islands.
Reese.
This is the most likely place for Travish to come, and this is also the only place that Travish can go now.
So, he came here, and he wanted to make a break with his old friend here, or in other words, help Elanthir keep Siris's dignity.
For him, this is an attitude. As for whether Alan Hill needs to accept this favor or not, that is another matter.
Because, after he was promoted to a being similar to the Dharma Saint, he also felt that another breath became stronger in Ailan Hill.
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In the palace of Ailanthir, a pair of beautiful and picturesque eyes that had been closed suddenly opened. The bright gem-like eyes adapted to the intensity of the light, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly, making people want to go up and kiss them.
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Vivian, who was lying on the bed meditating, sat up and stretched her arms. The magic in her body was no longer surging, and she looked much more peaceful than before.
She has passed the dangerous period of promotion, and now she is a complete body, surpassing the terrifying existence of the Grand Mage.
Some people are so unfair that their talents are stronger than others' efforts. Vivian is such a magic genius, otherwise she would not have been promoted to the beauty station at such a young age.
Now, she has been promoted to Dharma Saint in less time than her predecessor Lonzadelai, which is not too surprising if you think about it carefully.
"I just felt another Dharma Saint using magic very close by!" Vivian waved to the maid beside her and said, "Notify Your Majesty immediately and let the civilians take refuge!"
"Yes! Your Royal Highness!" The maid was also a high-level magician. After hearing the order, her expression was solemn. She immediately walked aside, grabbed a phone, and conveyed Vivian's order.
Almost at the same moment, when Vivian issued an order to put the city into a state of emergency, Travish, who had also been promoted to Dharma Saint, stood in the middle of the bustling street, raising his head and looking at the huge
advertising plaque, I was so stunned that I didn’t know what I was thinking.
He had never seen such a prosperous city, and even the Burklan he built with his own hands was not as good as the city in front of him.
Even less than one thousandth! Compared with this city called Seris, Bulklan, which was once called the Magic Pearl, is like a small village in the countryside in front of this city.
Pitiful.
The tall buildings here soar into the sky, and the streets here are spacious and flat. It's not like Centipede City, where everything has to be compromised for mobility. There is no need to move here, and no one seems to be able to threaten it.
From the beginning, this place did not seem to be developing in the direction of a defensive fortress. Everything here was so fixed and everything here was so trendy.
People on the street are holding mobile phones, and cars are speeding in the middle of the road. One glance at the clothes of the people shows that they are very expensive, and their temperament is completely different from those of the poor common people.
The people here seem to be born with a sense of pride that makes people look up to them, and they all have the temperament of an emperor looking down at all living beings.
What made him depressed was that people in the Puppet Empire also had this kind of temperament, but in just two years, the feeling that had been cultivated over millions of years was squeezed out of existence.
He really wanted to break everything in front of him, because it was as sharp as a knife to him, piercing his heart and leaving his self-esteem intact.
He felt that his faith was crumbling, and the things he believed in and the things he had fought for were all crumbling and destroyed.
This feeling is really bad. As an old man who is over a thousand years old, his life has been very long. During this long time, he has accumulated so many things that he is proud of and believes in.
Now that these things have dissipated, this blow to him is even more difficult for him to accept than the enemy's frontal victory.
"Why...why...such a terrible change happened here? Why? Why not earlier?" He murmured, reaching out to touch the things in front of him, but he felt a bone-chilling pain coming from his body.
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"I shouldn't have come here." He retracted the arm he wanted to raise and angrily gave up his original idea.
At this moment, he remembered the purpose of coming here and what he wanted to do. He wanted to kill everyone here and destroy the city in front of him.
He wants to get back his own dignity and everything a magician has! For himself and for all the magicians in the world.
Fighting for the magic empire, the magic forces, and himself, this is his only thought standing here now. As for the infamy behind him, as for the sins of the devil, these have nothing to do with him.
What he wants to do is to destroy the entire city of Seris by himself, die here, and then carve his name into history, whether it is a bad name or a good name, in short, he must have such a name.
However, when he withdrew his eyes from the bustling lights and colors and came back to his senses, he found two men in black robes standing in front of him.
The opponent's momentum was not very strong, but Travis still felt a little bit of threat from the opponent.
He frowned and smiled bitterly: "I was careless, I was careless! You still found me! But... sending out two god puppets to stop me, isn't it too childish?"
The two men in black robes raised their heads, and the sunlight shone into the hoods of their cloaks, revealing two smiling faces wearing masks.
One of the puppets spoke with a hoarse voice: "Welcome to Seris City! But... we are not some social puppets, we are super god puppets... t800!"
Another puppet stretched out his hand, revealing an arm made of steel, with precise magical inscriptions engraved on it: "And... who said we are... two?"
While he was speaking, two more figures in black robes fell down, and four of Chris' god puppet clones stood in front of Travish.
"Four? I won't pay attention to four more!" Travish sneered, took a step back slightly, and made a posture ready to fight.
However, on the left side of his side, there were actually four super god puppets standing in position. These puppets were all Chris' puppet clones, and each one's combat power was more than ten times higher than that of ordinary god puppets.
"..." Travish, whose face became increasingly gloomy, stretched out his hands, and two terrifying magic circles lit up in his palms.
At the same time, on the other side of him, Ronsardele stopped his advance and advised: "Travish... give up!"
Travish laughed loudly, tilted his head and glanced at his old friend, and said with a smile: "You are here too, and you have also been promoted to Dharma Saint? Okay, great! It saves me the trouble of searching everywhere.
It’s better if we solve it together!”
"Then you'd better get rid of me together." Behind him, a cold but yet fanciful female voice sounded. Although it was not high-pitched, it made Travish's hair stand on end.
He suddenly turned around and saw the Elf Queen standing there, with her elite guards standing behind her...