Warhammer Wizard

The last day of August.

There was a heavy rain just yesterday, which brought a bit of coolness to the hot summer. The rising sun was not too dazzling. The weather was clear and cloudless.

For the millions of residents living in Northrael, today is nothing special,

In the morning, people leave their homes to start their day.

The streets gradually became lively, with cars galloping and pedestrians like weaving; the children in the school read aloud to the teacher in unison, someone in the Church of the Gods was praying in a low voice, the machinery of the factory was started, the workers on the assembly line were numb, the farmers Working in the manor and farmland outside the city, the shop clerk was on duty to entertain the guests.

All living beings did not notice any signs of change.

Some people who are more concerned about current affairs, read the contents of the newspaper, and only talk to the people next to them in their spare time about the plenary meeting of the empire being held today.

The theme of the meeting was to set up a campaign committee and arrange the election process for the new consul.

The vast majority of people have no interest in discussing this. In their opinion, there is no suspense at all for the next consul.

No one is better suited to be a consul than His Excellency Ryan Augustus!

In the past ten years, the political achievements of the consuls have been seen by everyone. The empire has expanded, businessmen have made a lot of money, the wages of commoners have increased, and children from poor families can also enter schools and have the opportunity to become extraordinary.

Every city has built new buildings, neighborhoods and marinas, streets are getting wider, there are more and more cars on the road, and living conditions have improved significantly.

The number of extraordinary people has more than doubled, and the average strength has also increased by more than one rank compared to ten years ago.

The law and order of the city has improved, the cases of crimes and followers of the evil **** have been greatly reduced, and even the incidence of the curse of blood and soul has been greatly reduced.

Whether it is aristocrats and rich people, or extraordinary people with power, ordinary people and commoners at the bottom have clearly felt the huge changes.

The empire is thriving, and everything is developing for the better.

This is the best time!

Of the dozens of consuls and emperors in the history of the empire, none of them can achieve the achievements of Lord Renne. If he does not serve as an consul, who is qualified?

Almost no one thinks that the consul will fail to be re-elected, and he must serve at least four terms!

Only a very small number of people who could reach the upper echelons of the empire smelled a tinge of unease. Undercurrents surging under the calm situation seemed to be brewing a terrible storm.

Eight O'clock.

The councilors who rushed to the imperial capital from all over the empire arrived outside Fuberden Castle one after another. Some were waiting at the door and did not immediately enter the Temple of Truth. Some directly entered the meeting room of the Temple and sat in their seats.

Whether it's a veteran congressman or a young newcomer, everyone's expressions are serious, even solemn.

There are more than 300 imperial parliamentarians, and only 20 or 30 can attract attention. They are all representatives of various forces. They can contact the top big figures in the empire at any time. , play a pivotal role in their own faction.

In the past, these imperial parliamentarians with great power were surrounded by many people.

Their conversation is the weather vane of the parliament.

But today, there is silence inside and outside the Temple of Truth, and the imperial councilors occasionally exchange a few words in a low voice, and most of the time they use eye contact to observe their colleagues in the council.

The eyes of the lawmakers were full of scrutiny, vigilance and suspicion.

"when……"

At a quarter to nine o'clock, a magic bell rang in the Temple of Truth.

The more than 300 seats in the council hall have been filled, and the imperial parliamentarians are waiting for the arrival of the consul and the rotating representatives of the Supreme Council.

The next time the magic bell rings, the meeting officially begins.

The ruling hall.

Ren walked to the window of the office, looked at the Temple of Truth from the magic bell, stared for a few seconds, and glanced at a magnificent palace north of the Palace of Holland, paused for a moment, there was the Palace of Rik, Orien The seat of the emperor's throne of the Se Empire.

"The day has finally come."

Ren whispered to himself, turned around and went downstairs without hesitation, and came to the door of the ruling hall under the adoring and awe-inspiring eyes of the officials of the Lotus Palace.

The Rick Praetorian Guards came up, and Hesktoll, headed by him, saluted, "Your Excellency the Consul."

Ren nodded slightly, rode on Borch, who turned into a golden-scaled pegasus, looked up at the sky, and suddenly smiled: "The weather today is good, suitable for major events."

Heskator's eyes changed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Yeah..."

"Let's go." Ren waved his hand.

"Follow your orders!"

The team of the Rick Guards moved. At the front were four tall knights, holding the double-headed eagle flag representing the imperial consul. A group of knights surrounded Ren in the middle, and the whole team exuded chill and majesty. breath.

Sicarius followed with the Ultramarines on both sides of the team. The tall and burly Ultramarines wore heavy power armor, and their tyrannical aura was terrifying.

The consul's team walked out of the Lotus Palace, passed through the huge square in front of the Rick Palace, and arrived at the Temple of Truth on the other side of the square.

Finally stopped in front of the statue of the goddess of magic.

Ren dismounted and prayed silently in front of the statue, then stepped up the steps and entered the Temple of Truth.

"The consul is here!"

Heskto took a few quick steps into the council chamber of the temple, and the loud voice spread throughout the hall. The guards standing at the gate of the temple, under the pillars and around the hall stood at attention, and lightly touched the weapon in his hand to the ground, making a bang. sound.

The imperial parliamentarians stood up with a clatter, and turned to look at the door of the council hall.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Ren stepped into the hall of the temple, and all the imperial parliamentarians saluted him and watched him pass through the aisle in the middle of the seats. The congressmen on both sides of the aisle, whether they belonged to the Nesser faction or the balance faction, all showed respect on their faces when Ren passed by in front of him.

The eyes of the Modus deputies are full of worship and fanaticism, just like devout believers.

Ren walked down the aisle step by step, crossed the front row, and boarded the rostrum in the conference hall. There was a row of wide seats on the stage.

He stopped on the middle seat and turned around to face the audience.

"I've seen the consul!"

The imperial deputies saluted loudly.

The consuls are elected from among the imperial councillors. They are not only members of the imperial council, but also the head of all councillors. They also serve as the speaker of the imperial council. They are responsible for presiding over plenary meetings. above.

Ren raised his hand and said in a low voice, "Members of the Congress, please sit down."

The imperial parliamentarians took their seats.

Ren looked at a chair next to him, and soon, an elf figure appeared, with a handsome face, a pair of pointed ears, a pale red magic robe, and a white crow embroidered on his chest.

"Master Yofu Ma." Ren said hello.

"Consul."

The Supreme Council has a rotating representative every month who attends important meetings of the Imperial Council and generally does not participate in speeches. This month, it is Yoof Ma's turn to be on duty. For such an important event as the establishment of a campaign committee, it is imperative to attend.

"Master, please take a seat." Ren said, "The meeting will start soon."

Yofu Ma suddenly said, "Consul, please wait a moment."

"What's the matter, Master?" Ren took a deep look at Yoof Ma's projection.

Although it was just a projection, Yoof Ma's real body was far away in the Floating City of Flanes, but just one glance, Ren's gaze made Yofu Ma feel pressured.

The elven archmage's eyes flickered for a while, and he seemed a little afraid to face Ren, and clenched his hands subconsciously.

He took a deep breath and said loudly, "I ask the Supreme Council to hold an emergency temporary meeting, right here, in front of all the members of the Empire, instead of going to the Supreme Palace."

"Wow..."

There was a commotion in the chamber.

At least half of the more than 300 imperial parliamentarians changed their faces. They were all people who knew the inside story in advance, and they couldn't help but say: coming!

Everyone looked at the consul on the stage.

"Oh?" Ren asked with a calm face, "Master Ma Youfu, tell me your reason." Generally speaking, only the three giants of the empire are qualified to initiate the convocation of the Supreme Council, and there must be sufficient reasons, and it is not the turn. Yoo Ma.

Not to mention, Mayouf wanted to convene the Supreme Council in front of the Imperial MPs.

Apparently he came prepared.

Youfu Ma didn't speak, but a low voice responded for him: "I asked for it."

A tall figure appeared beside Youfu Ma, wearing a thick black magic robe, with a strong body, shaved head, a sharp chin beard, a majestic face, showing a sturdy temperament, it was Tim, the Duke of Grey Eagle. *Kennan.

After his projection appeared, he said: "Today, a major proposal concerning the future of the empire will be submitted to the imperial parliament for voting, and the Supreme Council will also vote on the spot to make the final ruling."

"Consul, is my reason enough?"

Tim Kennan stared at Ren when he spoke, making no secret of his intentions.

Before Ren could answer, he received a magical summons from the Supreme Council. It was from Tim Kennan in front of him. He didn't even want to ask for his consent.

Almost at the same time, one figure after another appeared on the stage.

Kelston, Duke of Redstone, Great Sage Congerard, Master Huo Huai, Magna, Duke of Purple Flame, Tuztu, Duke of Black Robes, and Cronor Manthor, who was promoted to Holy Spirit Wizard a few months ago .

Add Tim Kennan and Yoo Ma, and the eight members of the Netherite and Balance groups are all there.

Exactly half the members of the Supreme Council.

Ren's face was solemn.

A projection array is arranged on the podium of the Imperial Council. Holy Soul Wizards and Archmages can directly project over them from their towers or floating cities. But this is not the Supreme Palace after all. In the history of the empire, the Holy Soul Wizards convened outside the Supreme Palace. It only happened two or three times. The members of the two factions arrived so quickly, obviously they had already discussed it.

The imperial parliamentarians also reacted, the Netzer faction and the balance faction really want to attack the Archon!

The atmosphere on the stage solidified.

The congressmen in the audience did not dare to make a sound.

The palms of some imperial parliamentarians were sweaty, and their hearts were extremely nervous. At the same time, they also gave birth to a kind of excitement and anticipation in the event of a major event. Being able to see the confrontation of the Supreme Council with their own eyes may be their only chance in this life!

The projections of the two holy soul wizards sat silently on the chairs, all sitting on Ren's left hand side.

Ren's eyes swept across them, and he said blankly, "Since it was Master Kenan who initiated the call, let's do it like this."

He stood in front of his seat and waited.

After ten seconds.

The Holy Soul wizards of the Mordu faction came to project one after another, Anse Verdas, Master Oroin, Prophet Medif, Queen of Storms, Duke of Silver Star, Dean Sabra and Oxilia.

When they saw the situation on the stage, their expressions changed.

Anse Verdas asked in a deep voice, "Grey Eagle, why did you call us to the Imperial Chamber?" Oroin also frowned.

"Why do you ask knowingly." Tim Kennan replied quietly.

Anse Waldston looked displeased.

Gray Eagle's purpose is not difficult to guess, it is nothing more than that the proposal later is passed at the Imperial Parliament, allowing the Supreme Council to vote on the spot, and not giving the Modus faction a chance to discuss. At the same time, voting in front of imperial parliamentarians can put more pressure on the Modus faction.

The Balancing faction and the Nether faction have only eight votes in the Supreme Council, and they are tied at most.

Gray Eagle made this sudden attack...

A flash of light flashed in Answorth's mind. If he wasn't sure, Tim Kennan's character would definitely not create such a big battle, which meant that he had nine votes in his hand!

Modus sent a traitor!

Which one is it?

Anse Verdas quickly glanced at the allies around him, but for a while, he couldn't tell which one had defected.

He hurriedly winked at Ren, but found that Ren did not respond.

Ren said softly, "Teacher, please sit down."

Anse Waldston understood at the time that Ren had expected this situation and even knew who the traitor was, which made him even more anxious. No matter who succeeds today, it will tear apart the Supreme Council and the Empire. The probability of Gray Eagle's victory is very low, and his actions will only accelerate Ren's plan.

"Grey Eagle~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you will regret it." Anse Verdas sighed, he delayed the arrival of this day intentionally or unintentionally, but he still failed in the end.

"Ha ha……"

Tim Kennan responded with a sneer.

The Holy Soul Wizards of the Modus Sect had different expressions, and took their seats on the right hand side of Ren.

The sixteen members of the Supreme Council lined up on the stage, with Ren in the middle, and said aloud: "Goddess shelter, truth lasts forever!"

"The truth is forever!"

Everyone in the council hall followed their prayers, and the statue standing in the temple trembled slightly.

After praying, Ren announced: "The meeting begins. Today's first topic is to set up a campaign committee and start the campaign for the next consul..."

The Holy Soul Wizard and the Archmage on the stage said nothing.

The lawmakers listened quietly. Many people have experienced many elections and are familiar with the process. The campaign committee is not the focus of today, and there was no obstruction throughout the whole process. In a solemn and strange atmosphere, Renn successfully selected a group of imperial parliamentarians to set up a committee.

Suddenly, a hand was raised.

Everyone looked at them in unison, and saw a legendary wizard standing up and saying: "Consul, my colleagues, I propose a proposal to the parliament: Formal legislation, holy soul wizards are not allowed to serve as consuls!"

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