Chapter 637 The Hobby of the Archmage

"Are you going to deal with these legends?" Michaelella looked at the legends that were bundled up by Morea's Nebula chains, especially the white snakes that were piled up like a mountain of snakes, with a look of eagerness in their eyes. Moreya defeated After seeing this legendary seventh-order, she felt that she could also try it.

"Kill them all, these are good materials, cut off all their heads and hang them on your castle." Ilvestre followed Morea's idea and made a suggestion.

"Are you really a blazing god?" Morea looked at Ilvester with a puzzled face, "Why do you fight and kill at every turn, are you really okay with this?"

"These are all evils, why should I sympathize with evil?" Ilvestre asked rhetorically, "My sympathy for evil is a kind of cruelty to my companions. When dealing with enemies, you should use the cruelest means."

"Well, I agree with this, treat like-minded people as warm as spring, treat battles as hot as summer, treat selfish people like autumn wind sweeping leaves, treat enemies as cruel and ruthless as winter." Morea will A famous saying is slightly modified according to the actual situation, and then said.

As soon as these words came out, the Chitian brothers and sisters couldn't help but nod their approval, and the clever subordinates of Morea couldn't help but take notes in their hearts. This is the basic quality that should be possessed by subordinates.

"So, you should kill them."

"No, I promised not to kill them." Morea shook her head and refused, "I have a better way to deal with them."

"What's better than killing them?"

"Of course!" Morea smiled slightly, looking at an old man who walked slowly into the chamber, "Your Excellency Mason."

"His Royal Highness," the old mage who walked into the council hall looked around the hall, paused for a moment at the two blazing gods standing beside Morea, then moved away and landed on the legendary frost giants in the council hall, legendary giants On the beast, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and finally he bowed slightly and saluted to Morea.

And the two brothers and sisters who were glanced at by the old mage reacted directly. On Ilvestre's snow-white feathers, a crimson flame was ignited, and Migalela's back was originally burning with flames. The wings became more flaming.

"This is Archmage Mason! Xenapus goes to a knowledgeable researcher!" Morea introduced to his fiancée and brother-in-law with an inexplicable tone, and at the same time reached out to hold Michaelella's palm, Signal her to take it easy.

"You called me here, what's your order?" It seems that because of the existence of the Blazing Gods, the old guy gave Morea face very much and asked in a respectful tone.

"Look at these guys,

how do you feel? "

"This is His Highness's prisoner of this battle?" Mason asked, ignoring his sloppy appearance at this time, judging from his demeanor, he still had a grand master's air. But Morea investigated the old guy and gained a preliminary understanding.

The mage who calls himself Mason is indeed very knowledgeable, and there are few problems that he cannot solve. Of course, this just shows that the technology Xenapus is developing now has not reached his upper limit. He can now be described as omniscient.

But with such an unpredictable image, it is difficult for Morea to have any awe of him in his heart, because this old guy likes to run to the cloud island where the drow is located. Very regular, go once a month and stay for three days at a time.

According to the survey, Mason Mason is very popular among the drow elves, and the drow praise him with many praises such as "wild" and "fierce". For this matter, Morea does not make any comments, after all, it is what you want and I want.

"Yes, what do you think?" Morea asked with a smile, as if she didn't know the other side of him that he didn't know, and her expression seemed to respect him very much.

It is also very normal for powerful beings to have some quirks. Among the quirks of the strong, Mason's hobbies are relatively normal.

Morea already knew that Xenapus's biological energy technology was developed under the auspices of this old mage of unknown origin. Mason's optimized and upgraded energy-grabbing array can do this, forcibly extracting the energy from the legendary body.

"Do you want to seal them all as energy?" the old mage asked.

"Of course." Morea nodded.

"The seal is used as an energy donor? Are you not afraid of an accident one day, let the seal be broken, let these evils run out, and then take revenge on you? You can ignore them, but what about your subordinates? You don't think about them. Is it?" Ilvest asked, stepping forward.

"As long as I am here, these sealed guys will never be able to escape." Mason replied with a smile, "This is a project I support and develop, and I can guarantee its safety."

"Why do you guarantee it?" Ilvestre's eyes flashed.

"Of course it's based on my old man's strength." The sloppy archmage took a deep look at the eight-winged blazing god, and nothing happened in Moria's eyes. However, in Ilvester's eyes, it was different. The sloppy old man in front of him suddenly turned into a powerful being radiating the light of colorful elements. The huge oppressive force made him unable to help but take a step back.

"Brother!" Michaelela took a step forward, stood in front of his brother, and drew his sword.

"Enough, Master Mason." Morea tapped the armrest of the throne, "You take these legendary prisoners of war back first, handle them well, and let them provide Xenapus with plenty of energy!"

"As you wish, my highness." Mason Mason bowed slightly to Morea, then waved and disappeared into the chamber with the seven legendary prisoners of war.

"How do you feel?" Morea looked at Ilvester. This time, there was a little solemnity in his eyes. He knew that the elder brother-in-law was helping him to test the archmage of unknown origin. I understand the meaning of Morea's words.

"Where did you find the monster? It's too strong, facing him is like facing the elders of the legendary peak." Ilvest sighed with lingering fear, "His strength is at least qualified to become a goddess. name."

The goddess, with the strength of the legendary peak, already has the qualifications to confer gods, and is only one step away from the gods. It is the strongest group of existences under the gods.

"You may not believe it, but he found this Mason Master himself. When I found him, he had been working for me for 40 years." Morea sighed.

"Forty years of work, you found him?" Michaelella's tone was slightly surprised.

"I only discovered him after I broke through the legend, or to be more precise, he just asked me to discover it."

"Is that so?" Ilvester's face showed a contemplative color. "Just in terms of strength, he is not an evil existence. He should be a human mage, but it cannot be judged that he is not evil."

"So far, he has not done anything unfavorable to me or Xenapus. He has been guiding Xenapus to become stronger, and I cannot deny his credit."

"It's impossible to serve you for 40 years for no reason. There must be a reason. Maybe he has some demands."

"Did he turn to the epic titan for something? But because there was no way for him to ask for help, he gave grace to Moria and used Moria to achieve his goal." Migalera guessed.

"It's possible," Ilvestre agreed.

"I'm not sure." Morea replied helplessly, "With the strength of a goddess, you can go directly to the Titan Islands, there is no need to come to me."

"In general, he is not malicious, at least not now."

"We can only pay more attention in the future. With our strength, I am afraid that we can't expel him together unless we let our elders do it."

"It's not necessary, just watch it for now." Morea shook her head.

In the following time, with the assistance of Morea and Xenapus, the city of frost giants began to digest the results of this time, and did not rush to expand. Morea just sent ideologically educated frost giants to the wasteland. Spread the word among the savage frost giants, describing the superior life of the frost giants.

Since this battle, the large-scale frost giant tribes around the city of frost giants have no strength to resist, and the existence of the legendary level has almost been brought to the pot. For his captives, the rest are only the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, which is nothing to worry about.

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