Create the Age of Magic

Horn turned to face the magicians, and flew to the front of the square, on a stage specially designed for speeches.

There is a fixed white metal ring there, which is engraved with the newly developed magic technology and amplifies the magic. As long as Horn stands there, everyone in the square can hear Horn's words. After setting this, no matter Anyone who has permission can speak, and Madam Sharron no longer needs to cast spells every time.

After coughing twice to test the effect, Horn took off his mask and put it aside, and said to the magicians: "You all know that today is a special day for our magic council, since we just arrived at God One year has passed since the Abandoned Land, and Starfire City has been established for more than half a year.

Although this city was ours before, we have been operating on the edge of the city, which always seemed a little bit awkward, but now that the new magic council has been transformed, we are the masters of this city from now on. "

The magicians cheered happily, and their voices were even louder than Horn's voice amplification magic. They were really happy, not just performing to echo the speaker.

After listening to the magician's heartfelt cries of joy for a while, Horn pressed his hand down, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

Following Horn's actions, the magicians quickly quieted down. No one whispered below. Horn didn't specifically ask, but everyone did. This is the respect of the magicians for Horn.

Horn continued: "In the beginning, there were only a dozen or so of us in the council, and we lived in the small building left by my teacher. We were all tied up in everything we did, but now the number of magicians has reached more than a thousand. To be honest, a year ago I didn't expect that we would develop to this level in such a short period of time, I am very relieved, thank you!"

After finishing speaking, Horn bowed deeply to all the magicians, because they represent the hope of Horn's dream and are the main force to complete the feat of the rise of magicians.

Horn continued: "You should also know, what are you going to do here today, please shout out loudly."

"Swear!" All the magicians shouted in unison.

Horn's expression became solemn: "Yes, today we are going to take an oath, and this oath will be the criterion that all our magicians will abide by. Please remember today's oath when you become an outstanding magician!

Once the oath is made, it must be kept. All magicians must supervise each other, and those who break the oath will be punished. Magicians who do not want to take the oath, please leave the team now. "

Horn waited for a minute, but none of the magicians moved, not even a single magician had a hesitant expression on his face.

So Horn clenched his right hand and put his fist on his chest, and began to yell loudly. Every time he yelled, the magicians followed suit.

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There is no need to witness with hypocritical gods, no need to sign a contract with despicable devils, we are willing to bear witness with our own knowledge, wisdom, life, soul, and the dignity of a magician, and we will abide by this covenant until the soul dissipates.

Anyone who learns magic and abides by the magician's contract is a fellow!

When he is in danger, I should help him. I have knowledge and share it with him...

Anyone who bends his knees to the gods and persecutes our compatriots is an enemy!

If you encounter them, you will kill them, skin them, eat their flesh, drink their blood, and smash their bones until they die...

Anyone who breaks the oath and acts servilely to the enemy is a traitor!

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The magician's oath is for himself, and he is his own witness. No one is qualified to witness to the magician, and the magician does not need to worship any idols.

Letting all magicians swear together is Horn's long-standing idea. He wants all magicians to have a unified code of conduct, which is not only more conducive to managing these magicians, but also conducive to twisting all magicians into a single rope. .

Starting today, every magician who officially joins the Magic Council must speak his oath loudly under the watchful eyes of more than three magicians.

Horn wants to engrave the fact that the church is the enemy of every magician in the bones of all magicians, even if they are magicians in the Land Abandoned by God who have not experienced the persecution of the church, Horn must let them remember.

After taking the oath, every magician has an inexplicable sense of mission in their hearts. This sense of mission makes them even more loyal to the Magic Council. There is a bit of desire, and the desire to practice is even stronger.

Apart from the magician and witch, outsiders who have seen the oath have a vague feeling about the magic council. They understand that this is an organization with their own beliefs, and such an organization is bound to succeed!

After taking the oath, Horn fell down, opened his hands to the magicians and said with a smile:

"What are you waiting for, this place will be our territory from now on, and this place will be your home!"

Leading the magicians into the new headquarters of the Magic Council, they found that the inside of the huge building is more gorgeous than the outside. Just walking in, there is a huge hall with a length of 100 meters, a width of 10 meters, and a height of 10 meters. The decoration of the hall is very elf style. , the ground can be seen as a mirror, and dozens of huge stone pillars play a supporting role.

On the wall opposite the hall, hung a huge painting, with red as the background color, surrounded by a circle from a triangle to a twelve-pointed star, with the emblem of the Magic Council in the middle.

Inside the building, Horn felt a faint magical aura, and immediately understood that this huge building was probably completed with the help of magic, otherwise, with Ceylon's architectural level, it would take half a year to build such a large building. Building is basically impossible.

Moreover, these magics can be continuously strengthened. As long as the Magic Council lives here for a day, the building will be continuously strengthened and eventually become unbreakable.

...

The old gravekeeper walked in the Church of the God of Fire. He had been away from the black-haired youth for a month, but he still couldn't find the person who carried his imprint of the undead.

After his last undead was killed, the imprint on Randall's body became extremely weak, even if he came to look for it himself, it was not easy to find it.

But he has to find Randall anyway, because that is the only way for him to transcend the mundane creature, and he will never give up.

If his master ordered him by force, then he would not try to break that thing's mind, but the master was only persuading, and persuasion would not change his mind.

Suddenly, a gleam of joy appeared on his old face, and at that moment he sensed Randall's aura.

Right on the edge of the Church of the God of the North Wind!

The push-up wheels had a layer of dust and it was time to do something, so I washed them.