The Wizarding Age

The entire Northland belongs to the witches.

The once powerful thirteen witch factions divided the entire Northland into thirteen closely connected territories, and the neutral territory guarded by them in the center is a vast area of ​​hundreds of miles.

The seat of the Witch Council, Vilnin!

Seriously speaking, Vilnin is actually a super huge city with a population of nearly 300,000. The most well-known thing in the city is the parliament hall located in the center of the city, a sacred place for witch leaders to gather and discuss.

Since each witch faction has its own territory and leads all external affairs in the territory. Therefore, unless it involves a major event involving multiple witch factions, the witch leaders will not waste their precious time to go to this "remote" place to argue endlessly at the conference table.

So all along, this Vilnin has always been under the protection of the witch neutral family, the Seidaseliya family. In order to maintain their fairness and justice, the Sedaseliya family vowed to protect Vilning for life and would never reveal the family's strength to Vilning.

It was precisely because of this ancient oath that even though there were only seven of the thirteen witch factions, and the surrounding faction territories had changed many times in the vicissitudes of life, the iron mask flag of the Sedaseliya family always flew over Vilning and never changed.

This was a quiet and peaceful afternoon leisure time.

Just as Wusa was patrolling the sky around Vilning with five witch apprentices on a flying broom, he suddenly saw a black spot suddenly appear in the distant sky.

Is there an outsider coming to Vilning?

Wusa frowned, flicked the flying broom under him with his hand, turned around and flew towards the black spot with people.

There were still one or two hundred meters away, and Wusa, the patrol captain, couldn't help frowning.

There were three people in total, riding on a magic carpet, which is also the most commonly used means of transportation for witches in the North during group activities.

Three people on the carpet.

Kneeling in the front, carefully controlling the magic carpet, was a witch apprentice. Judging from her appearance and figure, she seemed to be only eight or nine years old. The apprentice's short robe she wore was strange in style, and the badge on her chest seemed to be engraved with a scale symbol. This kind of chest badge was the first time that Wusa Witch had seen it in nearly a hundred years.

Behind the witch apprentice, two real witches with unfamiliar faces were sitting cross-legged.

The one in the lead was wearing an exquisite purple star robe, with long silver hair like silk draped over her shoulders, and her face was unusually soft and peaceful. There was a pair of impressive blue eyes in her narrow and long phoenix eyes, and the flashing light gave people a sense of enchantment and mystery.

The last witch looked more strange.

She was so sturdy that she didn't look like a woman anymore. She wore a pair of pirate-style eye masks, green leather armor, and held a thick wooden staff as thick as a bowl in her hand, which looked heavy.

Driving a flying broom to block the magic carpet, Witch Usa looked at the visitors repeatedly, but couldn't match them with the witches she knew in her mind.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak.

"I'm sorry, the city of Vilning is ahead! If you want to visit here, please return to the ground and follow the rules. Otherwise..."

According to the rules handed down from ancient times, ordinary witches are not allowed to fly within 30 miles around Vilning City, and must accept the full supervision of the witches of the Sedaseliya family. Only the witch leader and the witches of the Sedaseliya family who exist as maintainers can be exceptions!

It's just that because the witch council has gradually become a decoration in recent years, these rules have been somewhat relaxed. If it was thousands of years ago, if an ordinary witch dared to break into the vicinity of Vilning City like this, the witch of the Sedaseliya family would have detained her long ago, and she would not have been so polite to persuade her to leave.

"As far as I know, some witches have the right to fly directly to the parliament hall!" The beautiful witch in purple robe suddenly spoke, her voice was low and pleasant, but it was faintly intimidating.

"Of course, the witch parliament has stipulated this." A contemptuous smile appeared on the face of the witch Wusa: "But that rule only applies to the witch leaders of various factions, ordinary witches can..."

Before she finished speaking, the voice of the witch Wusa was suddenly cut off, because she saw a mysterious card with colorful glare in the raised hand of the beautiful witch.

"Destiny card?" Wusa witch was able to become the patrol captain, and her knowledge was obviously much broader than that of ordinary people. Sensing the mysterious power on the card, she couldn't help but say, "You...you are...the witch of fate Alice?"

Although the Sedaseliya family stayed in the city of Vilning and never interfered in the private disturbances of the witch faction, they had heard about the reopening of the Tower of Fate and the reappearance of the witch of fate.

In the fate battle that year, the Sedaseliya family also sent one or two representatives to watch the ceremony. After returning, they described the newly emerged witch of fate Alice as a mysterious and unpredictable figure.

"I am Alice, the leader of the witches of fate. I need to go to the parliament hall now. What, are you still planning to stop me?" Alice stared coldly at the witch of the Sedaseliya family.

"I dare not...Usa is willing to lead the way for you!"

Although the witch standing opposite Usa was only a level 1 witch, the "halo" of the witch leader on her head was not something she could easily offend.

Therefore, facing the powerful witch Alice, the witch Usa could only make way and fly with them to the city of Vilning.

An hour later, the melodious bells of the witch council hall rang throughout the city.

Hearing the bells, many residents of Vilning walked out of their houses and gathered on the streets to look at the council hall from afar.

For most people, the bells were quite unfamiliar and made them at a loss!

But for some old men, the bells brought back distant memories buried in their memories.

"This bell... I know... This is the bell for the witch leaders to convene a meeting... I remember, I remember... When I was a child, my white-haired grandfather described this kind of bell to me..."

Listening to the old man's excited shouting, those who heard it couldn't help but be stunned.

Most of them have lived in Vilning for a lifetime, but this is the first time they have heard such a bell. Could it be... Could it be that the long-forgotten witch council is about to be held again?

"Witch meeting? Do all witch leaders have to come when they hear this bell?" Someone asked in confusion.

"They will definitely come... As long as they are still witches in the North, they will definitely come when they hear this bell..." Amidst the discussions, the old man's weak shouting seemed a little hoarse.

As the former power center of the North, the city of Vilning has been silent for too long!

Now suddenly hearing the bell that has been stingy for a hundred years ringing again, all the city residents are surging with an unconcealable torrent in their hearts, and their faces are full of excitement and joy.

Waves of cheers and dancing almost instantly turned Vilning into a sea of ​​joy!

And just as the city residents were celebrating spontaneously, countless apprentice witches wearing the Sedaseliya family emblems stepped on their flying brooms, rushed out of Vilning City, and flew towards the territories of other witch factions.

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Alice, who had just ascended to the position of leader of the Witch of Fate for less than a year, actually used her leader's power to propose to all witch factions to convene a witch meeting.

For a time, a stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the entire Northland became restless. Everyone was talking about what the newly appointed leader of the Witch of Fate was going to do.

And the various witch factions were even more puzzled, not knowing how to deal with this troublemaker who did not play by the rules.

According to the tradition left by the ancient witches, only the witch leader could propose a motion, come forward to convene a witch meeting, and then deal with some thorny problems within the witches by voting.

However, as time went by, each witch faction devoted its energy to the expansion and development of its own territory, and paid less and less attention to the Witch Council, which once belonged to the highest authority of the witches in the Northland. Even if there were occasional disputes between factions, they were mostly resolved by the leaders of several factions gathering together to negotiate, and rarely used the "big killer" of the Witch Council.

Therefore, the Witch Council was gradually sidelined and became a rubber stamp for the existing witch factions to take turns to manage some neutral public cities.

However, the reputation of the Witch Council will only be covered in dust, but will not be erased.

So when the bell of the Parliament Hall in Vilning City rang again, the entire Northland was turned upside down.

Although they did not think highly of the witch Alice, and did not want the Witch Council to be above them again, when the bell rang, all the witch leaders could only put down their affairs with dark faces and rush thousands of miles to the familiar yet unfamiliar place, Vilning City.

For a time, the surrounding area of ​​Vilning City was turbulent again, and a large number of witches came here every day without any effort. On the third day when the bell rang, even the pale witch leader who was the farthest away from here appeared in the Parliament Hall.

So far, all the witch leaders in the entire Northland have gathered in Vilning City.

After 132 years, a new witch council was convened.

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The so-called council hall is actually nothing more than an ancient fortress-style castle.

And the place where the witch leaders held the council was, after all, just a dim side hall on the second floor of the castle.

There were three long and narrow windows on the wall of the side hall. Because sunlight was difficult to penetrate, even in the daytime, torches had to be lit to illuminate every corner.

In the side hall, an extremely ordinary long table was placed in the middle, and fourteen crude wooden high-backed chairs were placed along the table. Except for a black high-backed chair placed at one end of the long table, the other thirteen were placed on both sides of the long table.

The corresponding witch logo was etched on the seat of each high-backed chair.

However, at this moment, there were only eight people sitting in the thirteen high-backed chairs, and the other five chairs were still empty. As for the black high-backed chair at the head of the table, no one dared to approach it easily.

According to legend, the black high-back chair is the seat of the Witch King.

Here, no one dares to offend the majesty of the Witch King!

Although she has been out of the domain for tens of thousands of years. chapter;