Arcane Lord

Severton, New Town, Elf Embassy.

In a meeting hall, Suveris sat at the head of the table and looked down coldly, while Jelinis, who was also a high mage, sat next to him.

However, unlike Suviris, Jelinis' eyes only stayed on a small ornament he was playing with, as if he was not paying attention to the outside world.

Under the two high mages, more than twenty elves stood in a pile, bowing their heads and saying nothing. Presumably, they also knew that the result of today's game made Master Suveris very dissatisfied.

Finally, someone couldn't stand the pressure of being watched for a long time by the high mage, and huddled in the crowd and whispered: "Isn't there another project, [Magnificent Illusion], we will definitely win!"

"What do you want to win? Do you think Ye Erlan will let you do it without asking for anything?"

"We can win without them giving in!"

"snort!"

Suviris's expression became even colder. These elves all had more or less extraordinary backgrounds, but if they thought they could pass smoothly this time, it would be too simple.

Thinking of this, Suveris glanced at Jelinis who was still playing with the accessories next to him. Seeing his indifferent look, Suveris once again felt endless anger in his heart. Just because of him, Cormanso had lost so much profit. !

But thinking of King Mian's instructions, Suveris could only suppress his anger. Looking at the crowd of juniors below who were gradually becoming noisy, he raised his hand to suppress all the voices and said coldly:

"There is news from the country that the first line of defense has been broken through by Zall. Except for those who will participate in the snow melting competition tomorrow, the rest should go back. The second line of defense needs elites like you to garrison."

"ah--"

The elves grew their mouths, but could not make any sound. They could only look at Suveris with horrified eyes, and their hearts were full of fear when they thought that they were about to face those terrifying black skins.

And what Suviris said next made them even more desperate——

"Mage Jelinis, you will send these juniors there. King Mian does not want to see any accidents!"

"knew."

Then with a response, Jelinis put away the trinkets he was playing with, and his expression gradually became serious. No matter who he was in Cormanso, he would not ignore the orders of the crowned king.

But this does not mean that King Mian's instructions are above all else. It just happened that this time, based on various factors, he could not refuse, and at the same time he was unwilling to refuse.

…

Jelinis left with some of his juniors, and Suveris waved away the rest of the juniors. He sat quietly in the meeting hall alone. It seemed that following his thoughts, the light in the hall gradually dimmed, converging with the outside world.

"The road to the empire is difficult at every turn! I don't know that my king——"

Zuveris whispered until there was no more sound.

…

And on the other side, the Old Town, Gustav's Tower.

In a secret training room, Grand Arcanist Badigal was giving the final "training" to the players who were about to participate in the [Magnificent Illusion].

Let’s call it training!

At this time, the training room was filled with light and shadow, as if they were real. However, Badigal ignored the illusions that could be mistaken for real, and directly found the ten little guys who were practicing spell casting:

"Hablin, how are you preparing? Can you win?"

Hearing Badigal's voice, all the illusions disappeared in an instant after a tremor, and the training room returned to its original appearance. Habrin, together with his nine illusion masters, knelt on the ground and replied respectfully. :

"Sir, we have practiced very skillfully so far, but our opponents are elves. We, we—"

Badigal waved his hand, interrupting Habrin's cry, "I don't care, if you can't win, then there is no need for your tribe to exist. Think about your family and friends before you speak!"

However, threats alone could not fully stimulate the potential of these little things. Badigal took out another gold paper document and threw it in front of the leading dwarf Habrin, "Take a look!"

Habrin did not dare to stand up, so he kept his kneeling posture and moved forward. He held the gold paper document in both hands. He could only recognize half of the words on it——

It's elven writing.

He once learned spells when he was learning spells from an elf who saved him. As for the other kind of writing, it is human writing. He has seen many, but has never learned it, and does not dare to learn it. Any dwarf who dares to learn human writing will No good ending.

The gist of this gold-paper document, which is obviously a magic item, is probably this sentence, "The Sevington Council informs all the leaders: The Yellow Maple Hills dwarf tribe is protected by the council and protected by the Seven Towers. Any unauthorized intrusion will be punished!"

Habrin was quite familiar with elven writing, and the more he read, the more excited he became.

Gnomes have a low status in Netheril. They are either slaves or pets. Even worse, they are reduced to materials on the Netherese experiment bench. But now, the ruler of Netheril actually promised to give them a piece of land and allow them to thrive there.

Even if it was only limited to a few tribes where the ten illusionists belonged to, Habrin had never seen such a good thing before, which made him almost uncontrollably excited.

Habrin subconsciously wanted to raise his head to seek confirmation from the Grand Arcanist, but he happened to encounter Badigal's emotionless and cold eyes. Habrin's fiery heart instantly reached freezing point.

He thought of some things he had heard, seen, and even personally experienced in the past one or two hundred years. Every time a tribe gathered a little more people, it would immediately be raided by the Nese people.

By now, Hablin has even vaguely figured out where the population red line is. Before the population approaches the red line, he will find ways to reduce the population, either by dividing families, expelling them, or sometimes even killing them.

Can the Nese people claim the land they promised?

Who knows whether the fate of dwarfs will change from free-range to captive?

But can he say no?

Habrin buried his head deeply, almost touching the ground, "Sir, Habrin will definitely defeat the elves and live up to your grace."

Looking at the dwarf illusionist kneeling at his feet, Badigal did not feel any joy or pride, but only deep vigilance.

Not only is he wary of dwarfs, he is also wary of himself and the future of mankind. If an invincible and powerful enemy appears, will he kneel down and pray for mercy and favors from his enemies like these dwarfs?

Badigal does not shy away from his inner worries about the future, but at the same time he is confident in Netheril, because of magic!

"Go to bed early tonight. When you win tomorrow, Her Royal Highness Princess Shia will announce your legal status in front of representatives of all countries. As long as you obey the order of Netheril, Netheril will give you protection. "

After saying that, Badigal left directly without waiting for the other party to speak.

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