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The 864th floor of the tower.

Today, the old man in black robe once again summoned the remaining ten or so great arcana spiritual masters of level three or above inside the holy tower to sit here.

"Isn't Derich here?" The old man could tell who was coming and who was not by just scanning his mental power. Each arcane master had his own unique mental power fluctuations and elemental radiation fluctuations.

"He went to take care of his group of rock scorpions. It seems that the rock scorpions have mutated in some way." A middle-aged arcanist in a yellow robe said.

"Hey, it's not easy to be a summoner~" An old man wearing a gray long-brimmed hat blew his beard and said with a smile.

"Now is not the time for a regular meeting. Tell me, what's the reason for calling us here suddenly?" asked one of the few people present, a strange spiritual master with an ugly crocodile head.

As soon as he finished speaking, the nine magicians in the conference hall all looked at the old man in black robes.

"Dong, dong." The old man in black robe knocked on the ground with his magic wand and said slowly: "There are two things. One is that Quentin Tower is going to speed up the completion and is asking for help."

Everyone was shocked, and then happy, especially the arcane master who practiced the body of ice and fire was the most excited. The flames and extremely cold ice surging on both sides of his body had affected the concentration of elements in the surrounding environment.

, the strength of the third-level arcana master lies in this.

"We need to send some arcana masters to assist Lord Quentin and capture the lava fire lizard world as soon as possible.

There is no need to recruit a large slave army this time, we are mainly assisting in solving the high-level combat power of the indigenous people." The old man continued.

"No problem, I'll go!" Brand, who practices the body of ice and fire, replied impatiently before the old man finished speaking.

"Who else? We need to send six level three great arcane masters." The old man in black robe looked at the other eight magicians present.

"I'll go!" said the spiritual master with the ugly crocodile head.

"And me!" A feminine-looking male arcana master also said with a hint of snake letter coming out of his mouth.

"My laboratory happens to be short of some experimental materials." An arcane master wearing a thick dark green cloak and exuding a strange smell also said.

As expected by the black-robed old man, almost all the third-level great arcane masters left behind in the holy tower were willing to participate in this mission.

Otherwise, he would have gone out to work long ago.

Every arcanist knows the benefits of opening up a new world.

"this……"

A young arcana master who looked quite normal was hesitant and making calculations in his heart.

Doesn't this mean that the entire high-level power of the tower will be sent out? Why would Lord Monteiro have such an instruction?

Although the black-robed old man is not pedantic, there are very few pedantic people among the arcane masters, especially those of them who are at the forefront of exploring the mysteries of knowledge.

But he is also a rule-abiding person. Maybe he is old. The old man in black robe has always been known for being conservative in doing things.

How could he issue such a ridiculous order unless he had a big figure behind him, and the biggest figure is the owner of this tower, Lord Monteiro.

In this case, it is incomprehensible to participate in the world war in Quentin's Tower.

As for possible threats, the young magician deliberately ignored them.

Which strong person grows up without experiencing the risks of life and death.

Taking himself as an example, although he looks young, as a third-level great arcana master, he is already over 2,200 years old.

The reason why he can maintain his youthful appearance is not only that his age is indeed much younger for a third-level arcane master, but also that he was very young when he broke through to become a formal arcana master.

Generally, the appearance of an arcane master will remain at the age when he breaks through to become a formal magician until he enters his old age.

Among the arcane masters, the younger the arcana master, the greater the potential.

Of course, this is not absolute. A considerable number of mystic masters will show appropriate aging, which will give them the appearance of wise men.

Well, except for those warlocks who like to use blood to transform.

In more than ten minutes, what should be communicated has already been communicated, or it can be said that these arcane masters know something well.

"I don't know how many years it will take before our old friends will come back!" A third-level great arcane spiritual master sighed as he walked out.

"Yes, the Quentin Tower is speeding up. I think the two adults have already made predictions. I'm afraid the dinner will be dinner next time." An arcane master who walked with him said.

"Master West did not come to attend the parliament, do you think he will go?"

"Probably not. What he is doing now may directly affect the plans of the two adults. There cannot be any mistakes."

…

There is a large island in the northeast of Baisagota Islands across the sea.

In the center of the Tao, on the top of the snow-capped mountains covered with ice and snow all year round, stands a vast array of palaces.

Known as the Temple of Valor, a fourth-level knight established his own power here.

"How are the preparations going?" In a certain hall, a red-haired man wearing knight armor asked.

In front of him was a giant map, nearly five meters long and wide, almost covering the entire wall. This map was also very unique.

It not only depicts mountains and plains, but also includes a large water area, and the entire picture is presented in an oval shape.

When the red-haired man pointed to one of the sea areas and didn't know what to think about, a man who looked like an attendant next to him replied:

"A circular letter has been sent to the branches of various kingdoms on the mainland. Knights above the level of high-ranking attendants will be transferred within forty days!"

"nice!"

The red-haired man poked at a sea area on the map called the 'Sea of ​​Destruction of Fear' and praised the squire knight's ability to do things.

"Where is the slave army?" The red-haired man marked a special symbol next to the sea area of ​​the 'Sea of ​​Destruction' and asked.

"There are already 900,000 signs, and most of them are in the middle and high levels. There are only 10,000 and 20 first-level creatures, and there are only two and less than 200 second-level creatures," the attendant said.

"A little less." The red-haired man put down the pen in his hand and turned to look at the attendant in confusion.

"That's almost it." The red-haired man thought for a moment and then said.

"Where's the energy reserve?"

"There are currently 670 tons of energy crystals. There are still 40 days to go, and we should be able to reach 700 tons. Isn't it too much for us to pay like this?"

"This is what my lord means. Our Brave Temple has insufficient foundation after all. This is an opportunity to climb up to the Baisa Tower." The red-haired man said without hesitation.

"Once the Baisa Tower allows the temple to open a branch temple, that will be the best reward."

"Issuing another urgent order to increase the number of slave legions as much as possible. In forty days, I will see one million slave legions gathering at the fortress!" the red-haired man pointed outwards and ordered.

"Yes!" After receiving the order, the attendant walked out of the hall holding a pile of documents.

When the hall became quiet again, the red-haired man stared at the map of the Lava Salamander world in front of him, considering the opportunity to intervene upon the invitation.

He is the only son of Lord Gallo, a fourth-level knight of the Temple of Valor, and a noble knight of the third level. He will lead this war that will bring take-off to the Temple of Valor.