Warhammer Wizard

After Dean Sabra left, the knockout round officially began.

A spellcaster who can enter the knockout round, whether it is an elementary, intermediate or high-level, has the best strength in the same level, and must be extremely prominent in some aspects. In addition, the spellcaster has an advantage over other extraordinary people, any one of them will be released. , are all little-known geniuses.

These geniuses played against each other, and the scene was much more exciting than the points game.

However, most of the audience's mind was not on the exchange competition. People were discussing the thirteenth Holy Spirit of the Empire enthusiastically. All the contestants who had come and gone in the arena were reduced to background boards.

A lot has happened this year.

Renn challenged and defeated three Nether elders at the opening ceremony, and became the first person below the Holy Soul; Dean Sabra officially announced his promotion to Holy Soul, and held a canonization ceremony at Bluwarts College , will surely stir the empire.

Years later, people will mention this exchange game as an inconspicuous footnote, and no one may even remember the champion.

It's not just the audience who are absent-minded.

The same is true for the legends on the tower. Unless their own students are on the field, most of the legends can’t sit still and get up and leave one after another to discuss the matter with the floating city or the academy.

The Supreme Council is coming to Browarts College!

Ren also stood up and said softly, "Speaker Ronnie."

"You go, I'm watching here." Ronnie knew that Ren and the Great Speaker were secretly planning some plans, and he could understand that there must be enough reasons for the Great Speaker not to tell him.

"Thank you."

Ren thought that it would be convenient to work with smart people, and Speaker Ronnie had a tacit understanding with himself.

He looked back at Wizard Wezeland. Fifteen people entered the knockout round this time, including his four students. His eyes fell on them, and he nodded slightly in encouragement.

Then, Ren teleported away.

The next second, he appeared in Dean Sabra's office.

Sabra, who had just shocked tens of thousands of viewers in the form of a phoenix, was standing in front of the window, looking out at the Bluewaters College. He was neither tall nor broad-shouldered enough to set off the prestige of the Holy Spirit Wizard. Underneath it, it is extraordinarily stalwart, as if it is impossible to look directly at it.

"Your Excellency."

Ren bowed and saluted: "Congratulations on your promotion to Holy Soul."

Sabra turned around, with a faint smile on his face as always, and did not change his attitude towards Renn because of the difference in status at the moment.

"You should have known it long ago?" Sabra said lightly.

Ren didn't respond, taking it as a default.

Sabra looked at Ren's eyes seriously, suddenly shook his head, and said with a smile: "The biggest reason for my smooth promotion is that the devil's soul of the Phoenix is ​​highly matched with my soul, and the difficulty of fusion has dropped a lot. Thanks to Master Anxi for his selfless help."

"The teacher mentioned something to me." Ren replied truthfully.

"With the help of seniors and teachers, this step should be easier. When Master Anxi comes to Bluewaters in a few days, I will thank him in person." Sabra's face was earnest, and he praised: "You have a good one. Teacher. I predict that you will come to this point soon."

Ren automatically ignored the latter sentence.

His attention was all on the first half of the sentence. Obviously, the teacher didn't tell Dean Sabra all the truth, otherwise he would act so easily.

Sabra was keenly aware of Renn's doubts. He walked behind the desk in the office and asked Ren to sit down opposite, his expression became serious.

"It was originally my idea to hold the canonization ceremony at Bluwarts, but Master Anxi took the initiative and asked me to wait until now to announce the news..."

"Do you know why?"

Ren didn't answer yet, a crow jumped out of the shadow under his feet, black light bloomed, and the figure of Master Medivo appeared.

Sabra's face changed greatly, and he was about to start in an instant.

Fortunately, he recognized Mediver's identity at a glance, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, removed the spell that was about to be cast immediately, stood up and saluted, "Your Excellency the Prophet."

As soon as the words came out, Sabra realized the seriousness of the problem.

A holy soul wizard actually protected Ren, needless to say, this must be the arrangement of Master Anxi, and thinking of Ren's provocation to Elder Nether, the real goal is ready.

Although Sabra has not guessed the truth, he has been frightened!

Medifer looked at Sabra, whose expression changed sharply, and smiled: "Sabra, congratulations on your promotion and joining the Supreme Council."

Sabra did not show the slightest joy.

He looked at Mediff, then at Ren, and at the upcoming Master Anxi and all the Holy Soul Wizards, his handsome face couldn't help but smile bitterly, and sighed: "If Bluwarts is calamified because of this, I'd rather fail the promotion."

The Eye of the Soul saw a faint blue in Sabra's soul, which was a sign of resentment.

He was not satisfied with Anxi's plans.

Ren hurriedly explained: "Dean, please rest assured, your ceremony is just to observe Master Ogulevi secretly. The teacher expects that Master Ogulevi should not dare to show up."

Medeve also nodded.

"I've made a prediction that the future of Browarts is safe, at least as far as I can see, it's still going strong."

Sabra let out a sigh of relief when he heard the words.

The prophecy made by the greatest prophet in the history of the empire is reassuring enough. Master Anxi is not the kind of person who will do anything by means of putting the lives of tens of thousands of teachers and students of Bluwarts College in danger in order to target Master Ogulevi.

Then, Sabra came back to his senses and was shocked.

Master Anxi's goal is really Master Ogulevi. Listening to Ren's meaning, all the plans are for Master Ogulevi to appear.

Even though he had just been promoted to the Holy Soul Wizard, and suddenly mixed with such a high-level event, he was extremely uneasy, and asked in shock, "What happened to Master Ogulevi?"

Ren and Medeve looked at each other.

All plans have been completed, and the news has been released. As the most critical figure, Dean Sabra should have the right to know.

After a few seconds of silence, Ren whispered: "We have enough reasons to suspect that Master Ogulevi has fallen, and he has thrown himself into the Lord of the Dead."

"hiss……"

Sabra only felt a coolness rushing straight to the top of his head, and even the elements of Phoenix Nirvana could not be eased, and his body could not help but tremble.

Master Ogrevi has fallen!

The greatest wizard in human history has fallen!

If it wasn't for Mediver, with a serious look on his face, Sabra even suspected that Ren was joking, and this was not funny at all. If it was heard by outsiders, it would definitely set off a huge wave, and the entire empire might be Hence unpredictable and dire consequences.

"What exactly is going on?"

Sabra's voice was a little dry, and even a little afraid to hear the answer, but he had to ask: "What evidence do you have?"

"This starts with the day when the undead natural disaster invaded Wezeland a few years ago..."

Ren briefly recounted the existing findings. Sabra listened carefully and asked some questions from time to time. After a while, he fell into deep thought.

But he still couldn't believe it.

Mediver also sighed, although he had heard it once from Anse Verdas: "Life is coming to an end, and in order to continue living, no matter how brilliant the past achievements and fame can be, you can give up. Ogurevy is not the first , and won't be the last."

Sabra struggled for a long time, and finally accepted all this.

"What do you think Master Ogrevey looks like now?" He asked the question that Ren, Anseworth and Medeve had all considered.

"According to my calculations, he should have fallen 300 to 400 years ago." Master Medeve said lightly: "According to the transformation ceremony of the undead master, for such a long time, even if he is forty-one. It is also difficult for the Holy Soul wizard to keep his body intact, he can hide from the legend, but he cannot hide the eyesight of the Holy Soul, so he has never dared to see people."

In other words, Master Ogulevi is now a lich.

From the strongest wizard in history, he has become an evil lich who is stinky and like a mouse crossing the street in the empire. It is like falling from heaven to hell.

No, it's more terrifying than falling into the abyss.

All the liches in the world are the minions of the Lord of the Necromancer. No matter how noble and great their character was during their lifetime, with the decay of their bodies, their souls are polluted and their dispositions gradually become indifferent.

Even if Master Ogulevi is a wizard of the forty-first level, it is impossible to resist the will of the Lord of the Dead.

In the early stage of the transformation of the lich, perhaps Master Ogulevi could resist a little, stay sensible, and hide his character changes, but as time goes by, hundreds of years of pollution will make him completely degenerate and become a necromancer. slave of the lord.

With the strength and status of Master Ogulevi, he transformed into a lich, causing more destructive power than millions of undead.

Corsted's fall is nothing compared to that.

Rob the floating city of Naxus, activate the core of Eola, plan behind the scenes to subvert Wezeland, and send someone to prevent Anse Waldos from recovering...

These are enough to prove that Master Ogulevi has been controlled.

The Master Ogrevi, who had witnessed the rise of the Empire, created the Supreme Council and ruled the Empire for thousands of years, is dead.

For a while, the three of Renn were filled with infinite emotion.

There was silence in the office.

After a long time, Ren broke the silence and said, "Elder Halava also noticed something was wrong. At the opening ceremony that day, he told me to go back to investigate secretly, but there is no news so far."

"There's probably something wrong with Nether." Mediver frowned.

"Master Ogulevi can fall, but Nether Floating City can't fall, otherwise Nosriel will be severely damaged, and the entire empire can't bear it." Sabra stood up suddenly and said resolutely. Once the decision was made, he no longer hesitated: "I will apply to the Supreme Council now."

The Empire has no regulations on where the new Holy Soul Wizard can hold the canonization ceremony, it only needs to be witnessed by the Goddess of Magic.

By convention, the ceremony was held in the capital, Northrael.

However, Sabra is the dean of Bluwarts College. He has a special status and a noble status. His students are all over the empire, and he will obviously choose the city of Bluwarts, where the college is located, as his fief. The Supreme Council will definitely give him this face.

If there is another communication with Anse Waldos in advance, other Holy Soul wizards have no inside information and no reason to object.

This kind of trivial matter is not worthy of opposition, and offends the new members of the Supreme Council for no reason.

"Ren, you follow Sabra."

Mediver said a word, and the figure disappeared. Next, he will participate in the long-distance connection of the High Council, so that no one can find him in Bluwarts.

Sabra opened the portal, and the two entered the magic projection room of the academy.

There is a rune array specially used for long-distance communication. It can project the figures in the array to the pre-set place, but it cannot cross planes. The principle is similar to that of the teleportation array, and it is even simpler.

Projection rooms will be arranged in the major floating cities, extraordinary colleges and some important places of the empire to facilitate timely contact with the highest decision-making level of the empire.

Ren retreated outside the circle.

After a while of debugging, Sabra inspired the rune magic circle and passed on the content he wanted to report to the capital Nothril, thousands of miles away.

The other end of the summons goes directly to the official residence of the imperial consul, and reports to the Supreme Council at the same time.

Any member of the Supreme Council is eligible to convene a meeting, but for hundreds of years, this power has been controlled by the three highest-ranking Holy Spirit Wizards.

Setting an agenda is a right in itself!

The birth of a new Holy Soul Wizard, such important news must have spread throughout the empire. At this time, I received a message from Bluwarts College, and I didn't need to guess what it was.

It is precisely because of this that the Supreme Council is called to convene, and there will be no doubts.

Soon, the rune magic circle responded.

Sabra nodded slightly to Ren, who was standing outside the circle, and made a gesture of passing.

Ren held his breath.

A few seconds later, a long table composed of light and shadow lit up in the projection room. On both sides of the simple and simple long table, there were large bronze-colored high-back chairs.

With the spread of light and shadow, the entire interior instantly turned into a magnificent ancient palace. The dome was hundreds of meters high. The eyes penetrated through the thick pillars, and you could see the endless darkness outside. The palace seemed to be suspended in the endless. In the void, it is dazzling.

At the end of the long table is the most conspicuous high-back chair~www.wuxiaspot.com~, which seems to be the owner here.

Behind this high-backed chair, a statue of the goddess of magic stands here, 100 meters high, with a mysterious veil on the statue's face, and its eyes contain starry sky and wisdom, overlooking this vast space.

This is the projection of the Supreme Council!

It is rumored that the real Supreme Council has a real Supreme Palace, which was forged by the goddess of magic. Only members of the Supreme Council are eligible to enter, but they do not know where it is.

There are twenty chairs on both sides of the long table, plus the one at the end, a total of twenty-one Holy Soul Wizards can sit.

On the table in front of the high-backed chair that already had the owner, the name was engraved.

Sabra chose an unoccupied high-back chair to sit at the back, furthest from the chair at the end of the long table.

Immediately, one figure appeared.