Age of Adepts

Silver Alliance, Prophet's Tower.

Ever since the magic tide erupted, the gray-haired old tower owner had been locking himself on the top floor of the tower, and was constantly flipping through the mysterious dossiers stored in the tower of the Prophet for tens of thousands of years.

While flipping through the pages, he was still muttering a series of inexplicable words such as "Three Kings" and "retro".

However, on this day, the young file apprentice Thornke carefully walked into the old man's residence holding a wooden tray with a few simple dishes on it, and asked softly: "Teacher, should you eat something?" It's time for dinner!"

"Don't eat, don't eat... Take it away... don't interfere with my thoughts..." The old tower master changed his usual wise and profound appearance, became irritable and irritable, and waved his arms to drive Thornke out: "Damn it...I always feel like I'm forgetting something...I can't understand what happened there more and more! Alice...It must be that Alice did something...These damned witches of fate, Why do you always like to mess up your fate?"

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 rotate rumblingly, casting the golden light on Somewhere in the northwest.

"The wheel of fortune has turned... Another great wizard has appeared in the wizarding world... Come on, Thornke, help me up and have a look. Which guy is so lucky? Let's see, is it the one from the Wizarding Association or the one from the Central Region?" ?” Under the incoherent urging of the master of the old tower, Thornke hurriedly put down the dinner plate, helped the teacher up a narrow spiral stone ladder, and came to the top of the tower next to the Prophet’s Eye.

When he got here, a burst of strength suddenly arose from the old tower master, threw Thornke away, threw himself on the altar, and put all his mental power into the eyes of the prophet, which was running fast like a precision machine.

The Prophet's Eye is a huge hollow metal ball, two meters in diameter, suspended above the altar. And in the center of the metal ball opened a strange eye, with whites, pupils, and blood lines, which turned around and looked extremely flexible.

This is not the eye of witchcraft, but a real super-order biological eyeball.

It is with the help of this super creature's eyeball that the Tower of the Prophet can span thousands of miles, penetrate any witchcraft barriers, and see what he wants to see. However, no matter how powerful the psychic eyes are, they cannot see through the fog condensed by the power of destiny.

Therefore, what a prophet hates the most is not others, but another prophet!

"Fog of fate... I hate it, it really is that Alice's breath... But the environment here should be in the middle, so the one who advanced this time must be the legendary fire witch... Hahaha... Even Douglas I can't help this fire witch, could it be that he can really replicate the legend of the ancient three kings..."

It has to be said that guys with a touch of fate divination are a little nervous. And this old pagoda master who has lived for nearly a thousand years is even more incoherent at this moment. While peeping into the distance with the help of the prophet's eyes, he muttered some words and vocabulary that no one could understand.

Three Ancient Kings...

Thornke was inexplicably listening, but this ancient word caught his attention. When he read the ancient secret volume countless times, this word appeared most frequently in the 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 the founders of the Northland Witches, Salem, who is known as the Queen of Witches, the King of Witches, and the Ancient Witches. The other is Ignaz, who claims to have mastered the rules of the land, and he is also the first president of the Wizards Association. The last one is an esoteric wizard, Patrick who is also known as the 'creator', and he is the founder of the Silver Alliance.

And they are also the only three 9th-level great wizards in the wizarding camp, so they are also honored 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 Thornke's thinking and understanding.

After all, Tier 9 already represents the most powerful force in the multiverse. They have already surpassed the rules of the entire universe, and they are great existences that ordinary wizards will never be able to reach.

Therefore, the behavior of the old tower master at this moment is equivalent to a kind of blasphemy against the "three ancient kings". If people from the three major wizarding organizations heard about it, they might cause quite a bit of trouble.

But this is the tower of the prophet, the domain of the old tower owner, and no one dares to challenge his authority under the watchful eyes of the prophet.

After all, living long also represents a kind of strength!

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The Wizarding Guild, Looking Over the Tower.

Seven hundred and seventy seventh floor.

The top floor of the tower, which is usually deserted and quiet, is crowded with people at this time. The fourth-order wizards who are usually too busy to see a person are all clustered around the new No. 1 prophet Nostradam, anxiously waiting for the news. .

Seven hours ago, a regular rhythm from the depths of the plane system disturbed everyone. Although they didn't know where the source of the regular rhythm was, they could vaguely sense that an earth-shattering event was about to happen in the wizarding world.

Wizards below level 4 are not closely integrated with the plane system, even if they are frightened, it is difficult to correct themselves. But these fourth-level wizards can vaguely perceive something through the power of the laws they have mastered.

In order to clear up the doubts in their hearts, they all put down what they were doing and came to the highest level of the Overlook Tower to seek confirmation from Nostradam, the first prophet of the association who had been in office for less than a century.

As for the previous Mustang, he exhausted his energy in a prophecy 78 years ago and died on the astrologer. And this Nostradam was an elite selected by Domhnall from the backup prophets, and he was promoted to the position in front of him in one breath.

The bright starlight on the astrologer had been shining for two full hours before the Nostradam prophet walked down weakly with the support of several female apprentices.

"How, is it confirmed?" As the leader of the association, Domhnall was the first to stand up and asked in a deep voice.

For this old wizard who holds the power of life and death, Nostradam dare not neglect him. He threw off the two female apprentices, rushed to the old wizard, bowed and said: "It's been confirmed, it's him!"

Domhnall took a deep breath.

And the people behind him were even more silent.

For the well-established Wizarding Association, a level 5 great wizard can't threaten them. But a great wizard who still exists in the wizarding world is terrible.

If that Greem struggled to endure a bit of backlash from the plane and came to the east to make a big fuss, I'm afraid the entire Wizarding Association would tremble over it.

And being caught in the crowd, Servoris' expression was particularly ugly.

Although Gloria was a little calmer than him, the rapidly flickering light in her purple pupils also showed that her heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

If it comes to enmity, I'm afraid that in the association, she and Servoris are the ones who attract Greem's hatred the most. Although they belonged to two camps at that time, they were both masters and business-like, but after two fights, this kind of enmity has risen to the level of personal grievances.

Now, the other party has become a great wizard, although sooner or later he will be rejected by the plane consciousness from the plane world, but the short time before leaving is enough for him to do whatever he wants.

if……

Just as everyone was discussing and trying their best to digest the news, the high tower trembled suddenly, and then the alarm sounded everywhere.

"Alarm...alert...foreign enemy invasion...the target creature has been locked!" Taling Lafatus' piercing voice kept echoing in the hall.

"Who? Who is it? I need the image from outside..." Domhnall roared, and the witch staff in his hand gave a heavy blow.

Immediately, a wall of the hall was temporarily transformed into a water mirror, showing a scene outside the Wu Tower.

The towering lookout tower is now fully armed.

Layers upon layers of airtight force field barriers covered all the entrances, exits, skylights, and platforms, while a layer of even larger semicircular protective shields had already protected the entire tower body and the surrounding witchcraft facilities.

The attack from outside also touched the defense mechanism of Overlook Tower.

All the rune stones lingering around outside the tower all the time have been activated, lighting up the defensive witch array and the attack witch array above, drawing a mysterious and mysterious trajectory in the air and starting to move towards the attacked location.

Somewhere in the tower, a hidden secret door opened, and nearly a hundred wizard apprentices rode high-level wizard beasts and flew into the sky. All of them were wearing special rune armor, with rune crossbow arrows in their hands, and the magic halo shining on them was clearly visible in the sunlight.

On the ground, the bunkers hidden around the Wu Tower suddenly opened, and thousands of armored giant rhinos and rune knights sitting on them holding special spears galloped out of them.

As for those association wizards who didn't know why, they fled to the nearest witchcraft facilities after hearing the harsh sirens.

Almost in an instant, the entire surrounding of the Overlook Tower became empty and quiet.

And all the wizards of the association who were hiding widened their eyes and scanned and lingered in the sky, wanting to see who the hell dared to come to the wizard's holy land to act wildly.

However, what surprised them was that there were no thousands of troops, no gigantic beasts, and only a young wizard in a red robe floating in the empty sky.

Apart from him, there is no second enemy in sight!

Just when the minds of many middle and low-level association wizards were relaxed, these fourth-level wizards clustered on the top of the witch tower, staring intently at the magic water mirror, couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten.

Broken...he really came!