Warhammer Wizard

Ren teleported from the arena back to the villa in the college garden.

Standing in the empty hall, his face was full of vigilance. The will of truth, the eye of the soul, and the eye of all seeing were all opened. The basement and other planes have not been spared.

After confirming that there was no danger, he exhaled a long breath.

"Fortunately, I didn't come."

Ren murmured happily.

If anyone sees his nervous appearance, they will not believe it. This is Speaker Ren, who just defeated the three Nether elders. He looks like a different person from the majestic appearance in the arena.

It's not that he is timid, but the potential enemy is too terrifying!

Master Ogrevi, who has been famous in the empire for more than two thousand years, who dares to pat his chest and say that he is not afraid?

Although this is a plan made with the teacher, and the teacher also said that he will ensure his own safety, but everything is afraid of the unexpected.

What if Master Ogulevi did not fall, or if he had fallen but played his cards unreasonably, what should we do?

Ren was afraid that as soon as he teleported back, he saw Master Ogulevi appearing in front of him, and even the teacher didn't have time to rescue him.

If it weren't for the unnecessary troubles caused by walking away from the arena, he didn't even dare to teleport. The Holy Soul Wizard has unpredictable methods and profound magic skills. If he secretly moved his hands and feet during the teleportation process, he would not even know how he died.

A few years ago, in the mountain city of Jubilee, the Queen of Storms showed this.

"When it's time to be cowardly, be a little bit more cowardly."

Ren walked upstairs slowly and entered his room. During the process of going upstairs, his perception did not relax for a second, and he was always in control of the surrounding movement.

Thor's Hammer also followed closely, hidden in the emptiness within reach.

He sat down and tried to meditate to recover the soul power consumed in the battle, but found that he was always restless and it was difficult to enter a state of meditation.

"Forget it, wait for your soul power to recover by yourself."

Moreover, the vigilance during meditation is greatly reduced, and there is no chance for the enemy to attack.

Ren sat in front of the desk and opened a few books to read. From time to time, there were cheers from the audience from the arena.

Minutes and seconds passed, and needles could be heard in the room.

After maintaining a high degree of vigilance for two or three hours in a row, even Ren was a little overwhelmed and felt exhausted.

The wizards of Wezeland came back one after another in the villa.

Ren shook his head, got up and went downstairs.

He decided to go for a walk in the garden to avoid the wizards in Wezeland, and the same was true for the next few days. When he was attacked in his name, he implicated them.

"Speaker Rennes."

"Speaker."

Ren smiled and nodded to the wizards, walking out of the hall in their adoring eyes, stepping into the garden outside, and strolling along the stone path. In the early autumn, the garden is filled with a faint fragrance, and the westward sun shines in from the shade of the overhead trees, adding a few days of beautiful artistic conception.

The garden area is very large, because there is an exchange competition, so there are not many people.

Ren activated the rainbow cloak, and the figure disappeared into the air.

He disappeared for a while, but didn't go too far. He found long stone chairs under a remote tree and sat on them silently one by one.

Sitting here, you can see the movement on the other side of the villa.

A few birds landed on the tree overhead, jumping between the branches, chirping briskly from time to time, making the quiet garden even more serene.

"Huh..."

Ren sat very relaxed, feeling the quiet private space.

"Is the teacher here yet?"

His eyes looked around, but he still didn't find any figure. He couldn't help but be a little bit puzzled. Could it be that the teacher was entangled in a situation?

Master Ogulevi didn't attack him, but went straight to the teacher?

Don't be so violent!

Ren was in shock when he suddenly noticed something and raised his head.

In the sky, a crow was flying from the sky and landed on the tree above him. It is as black as all the crows in the world, its wings are black and shiny, and its body is the size of two palms. It stands on a branch, and looks at itself under the tree with its head tilted. There is some curiosity in its dark yellow pupils, and it opens its mouth and screams. one sound.

"Cuck!"

The eye of the soul looked at the crow's head and penetrated its soul. There was nothing unusual. It was just an ordinary crow, not even a monster.

"No!"

Ren suddenly realized that he was invisible, how could a crow see it?

This crow was transformed by a wizard!

The invisibility effect of the rainbow cloak is stronger than the advanced invisibility of the seventh ring. The three elders of Nether can see through the blessing of the true knowledge, but a crow can see through it?

The most important thing is that the eye of the soul could not see through its deformation.

Ren was astonished in his heart. He subconsciously raised his hand and was about to emit a ray of rainbow light, but the crow opened his mouth and said, "You even killed a crow?"

Its voice was low and it was male.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Ren raised his vigilance, and with his right hand on the handle of the Thor's Hammer, he could throw it at any time and deliver a shocking blow.

Even the eye of the soul can't see through it, which means that the opponent's rank is higher than his own, at least reaching the holy rank!

A saint-level extraordinary person of unknown origin must go all out.

"You kid!" The crow's tone was a little dissatisfied, "Young man, don't be so impulsive, take it easy, and take your hand out of your back. Anxi keeps telling me that you have a good temper and get along well. It seems that he You don't know enough."

Anxi...

Ren heard the teacher's name, and judging from the information in the other party's words, the relationship with the teacher was very familiar, and he seemed to be an old friend who had known him for many years.

His heart moved slightly, and he had already guessed the identity of the other party.

Ren released his right hand from Thor's Hammer and said with a smile: "I think it is necessary to be as ruthless towards enemies as the autumn wind sweeps the leaves, and as warm as spring towards friends. Your Excellency the Prophet, do you think it is right?"

This crow is the greatest "Great Prophet" in the history of the Empire, and is known as the "Prophet" Master Medif!

He accurately predicted many major events, one of which was the fall of Wezeland Floating City a few years ago.

Master Medeve and the teacher have an inseparable relationship.

In the Supreme Council, the Prophet is the teacher's hard-core ally!

The whereabouts of this Holy Spirit wizard are uncertain. It is said that there is a hidden wizard tower, but no one knows where it is. I did not expect the teacher to invite him out.

"interesting."

The crow pecked its head and landed from the tree. The jet-black wings turned into black light, showing a slender male wizard.

His appearance is that of a middle-aged man of about forty years old. His appearance is simple and unpretentious. He has a pair of long and narrow eyes, the pupils are dark, and the corners of the eyes are slightly raised. He has a thick beard, and his cheeks, upper lip and chin are covered with neat and thick beards, which makes his temperament a bit aggressive.

He was wearing a dark robe with intricate red enchanted inscriptions embroidered on it, obviously not ordinary.

The most eye-catching is his cloak, which is woven with crow feathers over his shoulders. It is wide and thick. The high collar can be lifted up as a hood, and the back is a little tattered black and red. Cloak, with lots of notches around the edges.

"Master Medeve."

Ren stood up and saluted, and took the initiative to remove the invisibility of the rainbow cloak, which was the minimum respect for a holy soul wizard.

"Sit down." Mediver nodded with a smile, "Your perception is very sharp, and you can actually detect my nine-ring transfiguration."

"If the master hadn't looked at me, I wouldn't have found it." Ren responded modestly.

In fact, he was even more surprised.

Your Excellency the Prophet is both an Arcanist and an Elementalist, but his Transfiguration is so skillful that he is comparable to a pure Transfiguration wizard and Druid.

Medive looked at him and shook his head suddenly.

"Anxi asked me to protect you." Like a friend chatting, he sat down on the stone chair beside Ren and said, "I also watched the battle between you and Elder Nether. To be honest, I was shocked if The Holy Spirit is not your opponent at all."

"Thank you for your praise, Master, I think so too."

Ren accepted it with peace of mind. Excessive modesty is pride. With his own strength, he has enough confidence in front of a Holy Soul wizard.

"Hahaha..." Medive couldn't help but laugh, "But don't be too complacent, without the Holy Spirit, the Empire can't tolerate you being so arrogant."

That's what he said, but Ren could hear that the prophet was very fond of himself.

"Master," he turned to the topic and asked tentatively, "Teacher asked you to protect me, do you know the reason?"

"Nonsense!"

Medifer replied angrily: "Of course I know. Anxi can pull me into the pit this time, O..." He paused suddenly, looked around, his expression was exactly the same as Renn before, and then he lowered his head The voice continued: "Is that person I can resist?"

"Aren't you the opponent of Master Oglevi?" Ren was a little curious.

"In this world, there is no mortal who is an opponent of Ogulevi, at most they can only save their lives." Medive's expression became solemn, "Above the twentieth level is the Holy Soul Wizard, but the Holy Soul is different from the Holy Soul. The strength gap is much bigger than you think."

"How big is it?" Ren hurriedly asked.

For the vast majority of people, the Holy Soul Wizard is an unreachable existence, and it is a great honor to be able to meet up close.

Only those who have reached that level know the information between Holy Soul Wizards.

Teachers don't like to talk about this.

Medifer, however, has no taboos, and revealed: "The most intuitive thing is the level of wizards. Above the Holy Spirit, every five levels is a rank, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five...you know. What level is Ogrevie?"

"I don't know." Ren shook his head.

"You can take a guess." There was a smile on the corner of Medifer's mouth.

How to guess this? The rank of Master Ogrevi is one of the top secrets of the Empire. Ren was in a bit of trouble, so he casually guessed: "Thirty-level?"

Medeve shook his head.

"Level 35?"

Medive still shook his head.

Ren was stunned, he was over level 35! As far as he knows, the level he knows must be below level thirty-five.

"Forty?" He tried to guess again.

However, Mediver still slowly shook his head, his eyes floated upwards, indicating that he could be higher.

Ren took a deep breath and was completely shocked.

Forty-level and above, twice more than the newly promoted Holy Soul Wizard, which means that Master Ogulevi has experienced eleven soul transformations, and it is impossible to imagine what kind of realm his spiritual quality has transformed into!

"How much is it?" Ren asked numbly.

"Forty-one," Medifer said in a low voice.

Ren exhaled a long breath to ease the mental shock he received.

It has been three thousand years since the creation of the extraordinary profession of wizards. No one knows what the upper limit of wizards is, and the gods can't give the answer. It seems that there is no upper limit.

However, forty-one must be the highest known wizarding level.

There are more ancient mages with a longer history. It is rumored that there have been mages above forty levels, but they are too far away to be verified.

This is really outrageous!

Master Ogulevi is indeed the strongest wizard in history!

No wonder the teacher said that even if the incarnation of the goddess of magic descends, it will not be able to defeat Master Ogrevi, and can only rely on all members of the Supreme Council to join forces. However, for the Holy Soul Wizards of the Supreme Council to believe all this, there must be solid evidence, otherwise no one would dare to anger such a terrible wizard.

Master Medeve is the teacher's best friend, and there may not be one of them. You can unconditionally trust the teacher, but other Holy Spirit wizards are not necessarily.

At this time, Mediver was also full of sadness.

Obviously, he felt that this matter was too tricky, and it was too dangerous even for the Holy Soul Wizard.

Ren asked cautiously, "Master, can I take the liberty to ask a question?"

"You want to ask what level I am, right?"

Mediver glanced at Ren, but he didn't get angry when he saw through his mind, but said calmly: "I'm only level 26, and my strength is far less than Ogulevi. If he shoots at you, I can only do it at most. Resist it for half a minute, and then I'll ignore you."

"That is to say, you have half a minute to escape, as far as you can escape." His face was half-smiling.

"Uh..." Ren's scalp was numb.

For a forty-level terrifying wizard, distance is not a problem at all. It is so close to the horizon, and it is useless to escape, unless there is a way to cover up the whereabouts.

Thor's Hammer can allow itself to travel through the void and enter multiple planes, but Master Ogulevi must also have the means of plane travel.

Just escaping is not the solution.

I don't know if Master Ogrewei can withstand a hammer from himself?

Just as Ren was thinking ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mediver suddenly said with certainty: "Don't worry, your kid will definitely not die this time, but I won't be sure."

"Ah?" Ren was at a loss: "Why?"

"I performed the prophecy yesterday and saw some fragments of your future, indicating that you can live until that time at least." Medive frowned, as if troubled by incomprehensible things, "However, your future is very strange, I couldn't even see it."

He raised his hand and waved, and a picture composed of light and shadow unfolded.

The sky is bloody, the earth is lava flowing, and the boundless demons are fighting frantically. There is no end in sight. Just one picture is shocking.

Above the sky, there is a huge fortress suspended.

It seems to be made of metal, with countless lightning runes flowing on the dark armor. The shape is like a triangular dagger enlarged countless times. It is several hundred meters long from head to tail, and the tail spews blazing blue tail flames. Tall warriors in blue armor flew out from the fortress. They all kinds of soul gun weapons, roaring gunfire, wantonly harvesting the life of the devil.

This futuristic segment lasts only a few seconds before it ends.

Mediff looked at Ren and wondered, "This is a prophecy about you, but you didn't appear, do you know what happened?"

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