$1567 Intruder 3

Under certain circumstances, the superior will regard his ideas as the standard and require every subordinate to follow and recognize such standards so that his ideals can be realized.

However, if his ideas are not correct, but obviously when he himself believes that such ideas are not wrong, he will be extremely stubborn to label himself as righteous, and any other ideas will no longer be accepted by him, and even anyone who refutes his ideas will be ruthlessly wiped out.

Therefore, after the old dean Shura faced Belozovna's frank but slightly annoyed expression, the previous inferences in her heart were shaken.

The total number of low-level wizard apprentices from various colleges in the underground world to the tower land exceeded 10,000.

After her contact and gathering, there were still about 5,000 wizard apprentices who were out of contact before she set off, and no one could get in touch with these wizard apprentices at all.

And from a certain organization in the High Tower that has a deep hatred for Belozov, it is also claimed that these wizard apprentices have been refined into puppets and are in the process of training and adjustment. They will soon launch an attack on the Nightmare Plane in the form of a legion to rescue the expeditionary forces trapped in the Nightmare Plane.

Thinking of this, the old dean Shura thought that if Belozov in front of him was not so crazy that he took such evil deeds for granted, then he should not know about it.

Therefore, the old dean Shura decided not to waste time and directly turned to the main topic. "Have the more than 5,000 wizard apprentices who came here from the underground world been refined into shadow puppets without consciousness and mind?"

Belozovo heard the last part. His expression was serious and he asked immediately. "Turned into a shadow puppet? Who told you?"

"There are more than 10,000 wizard apprentices who arrived here in response to the Supreme Council's call. But half of them are out of contact. Don't you know about this?"

"All wizards who received the call, no matter how strong they are, are working hard for the bright future of human wizards. Even if I can't know every one of their names, the status of any one of them is absolutely under my control!"

The very affirmative answer made the old dean Shura, who arrived here quickly after receiving the news, feel relieved. After taking a breath and preparing to speak, Belozov continued. "Shura! For these young people who responded to the call from the wizard academy in the underground world, I have given the greatest support. Those who are out of contact you mentioned should be in concentrated intensive training, and will soon set off with the legion formed by the Hamilton family to support the nightmare plane!"

The old dean Shura was annoyed when he heard the last part. "You let these apprentices go to the nightmare plane? Are you crazy!"

I didn't care about the rebuke in Shura's tone. Belozhovo, who smiled, raised his right hand and announced proudly. "Shura! When they complete the intensive training, their strength will reach the standard of legion-level wizards! I have saved them decades or even hundreds of years of hard training, allowing them to have the possibility of witnessing the human wizards step into glory!"

"Legion-level wizard standards? How is it possible!"

Shura's exclamation in shock made Belozhovo's smugness more obvious. He put his hands behind his back and turned to the direction of the prayer square. He looked at the plane passage in the center of the tightly protected prayer square for a moment, and then asked leisurely. "The realm of a third-level wizard. Is it difficult to achieve?"

The old dean Shura, whose heart sank, was not confused by Belozhovo's confidence and arrogance. He clenched his fists in his sleeves instantly, and took a deep breath before speaking. "Belozovo! Don't treat those apprentices in a cruel way! They have a future, dreams, and a bright future! They really want to improve their strength as soon as possible, and they come for the 'dream' you claim, but you must not use their passion and impulse to make them a puppet-like existence!" Old Dean Shura spoke almost word by word, which made Belozuovo's regret more intense. He thought for a moment before sighing and whispering. "Shura, don't you want to believe in me as a person?" "This has nothing to do with personal emotions, nor with past friendships! I need to see their situation with my own eyes before I can feel at ease!" Old Dean Shura's resolute answer made Belozuovo's expression become embarrassed, and his eyebrows knitted and fell into deep thought. Seeing this, the old dean Shura, who was more convinced of the news leaked from the organization that opposed Belozvo, the force field around him became more and more obvious. Although her aura had been restrained by her before Belozvo arrived, it made Donald, who was not far away, a little nervous at this moment.

"At present, their training is at a critical moment. Although it is reasonable that outsiders should not be allowed to enter there..."

As if he had noticed Shura's emotional change, Belozvo, who had spoken in vain, looked directly into her eyes and hesitated before continuing. "In order to dispel your doubts, I will take you to see it!"

I didn't expect Belozvo to agree suddenly. The old dean Shura, who was angry in his heart, couldn't help but be stunned.

As if he had figured it out, Belozov turned around and waved at Donald, the leader of the Falcon Corps. When he came over, he shouted. "This is the core area. Not only can these people gather quietly, but they can also tear the space to let people arrive directly. As the garrison commander here, what explanation do you have!"

Donald, who has reached the fifth level of wizard strength, also sent people to find out, but he has not been able to get an accurate answer so far. He can only tell the reason in a stammering way, asking for punishment but not shirking it.

After a lot of temper, Belozov pointed to the underground wizards in the protective barrier below and said. "Take them away from here. If you don't know the reason, don't even think about participating in the affairs of supporting the expeditionary force!"

Donald said anxiously, his face changed and his body tensed up instantly. "Mr. Speaker! I will do my best to find out the reason!"

Waving his hand, Belozov, who was extremely dissatisfied, took the old dean Shura into the Corona Tower, led her to the top platform, and then activated a short-distance teleportation array.

For the Hamilton family managed by Belozov, although the old dean Shura had no knowledge of most of the members of his family, the Donald she had seen before was not only the chief of the Falcon Corps, but also the deputy minister of the Supreme Council's Operations Department. Therefore, the doubts she had along the way also made her question before entering the array. "Is it an honor for your family members to lead the support corps to the nightmare plane?"

"Yes! My long-cherished wish has suffered setbacks, so for the bright future of human wizards, every member of the family needs to do their best! Moreover, with Donald's current strength, leading those young people who have undergone intensive training is simply an extremely easy task for him. This can also be regarded as a selfish desire to feel guilty and oversight of the family..."

There was a little emotion in his tone, and there was no concealment in his expression, which made the old dean Shura more confused.

Donald's status in the Hamilton family is second only to its patriarch Belozov. If such a powerful and powerful force is about to be sent to the nightmare plane to rescue the expeditionary force, then it should be fully confident.

But whether the expeditionary force trapped in the nightmare plane still exists is still a question. What kind of information source does Belozov have that makes him have such strong confidence in the corps that will be sent to the nightmare plane?

Facing Belozvo standing in the talisman array waiting for her to enter, the old dean Shura was at a loss... (To be continued...)