Chapter 182 The War of the Holy Tower

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In the northwest corner of the wizarding world, the central location of Misia Island, Dexa Island, and Ingrid Island, which are known as the three western islands, are regarded as mainland by ordinary people, and islands by spellcasters and powerful knights. In the center, on the sea level, a thousand-meter-high tower with a whole body of snow-white stands.

The white holy tower pierces the sky, and below the holy tower is a giant forest similar to an ecological park, in which there are many terrifying beings with the strength of super-level monsters and even super-level monsters.

And these magical beasts that have reached the first level or even the second level are just the watchdogs of the magicians in the holy tower, or they are only used as experimental materials for their stocking.

The bottom of the holy tower itself is a disc-shaped building, and there are many magicians in and out. Almost all of them are high-level apprentices, and there are many formal magicians among them. This is the school of the holy tower. Those formal magicians The teacher is the mentor of these high-level apprentices.

Looking from the bottom to the top of the holy tower, there are magicians living in each floor, and as the number of floors increases and the height increases, the strength of the magicians who live in also increases.

On the 436th floor of the Holy Tower, in a circular conference hall, there were more than a dozen magicians wearing robes or high hats in various shapes.

Why are the shapes different, because some people have no legs, but a mass of flames, some people's bodies are directly a lump of white spar, and some don't look like people at all, not with spider-like heads, It is a blank face, like a piece of white and flawless skin sticking to the face, giving people the feeling of being both weird and terrifying.

Fortunately, these are just special cases. Most magicians can still be recognized by their appearance. They belong to human beings.

"Master Panama's password came from the space fortress. The centaur world still needs one million slave corps and two thousand magicians to fight. Who are you going to?" Like a piece of iron stuck in his throat, a hoarse voice came from a black The robed old man was shrouded in black mist, and no matter how close he was, you couldn't see what he looked like.

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, no one had an interface.

After a while, the old woman with stains on her face said, "The centaur world was attacked by Master Panama. Isn't it about to be captured? Why do you still need reinforcements?"

"It seems that their plane consciousness woke up for a few seconds." The old man explained.

The conference room fell into silence again, and the plane consciousness awakened. At least temporarily, it will increase the combat power of the ethnic group on this plane by one-third. If you want to win the centaur plane, it is expected that the time may be delayed for a while. two hundred years.

"What about activating the fairy world?" In the conference room, a black crow stood on the shoulders of a magician and said. The crow's spiritual expression and fluent language showed that it has good wisdom.

"The activation of the fairy world may be temporarily abandoned. We must focus on the strategic focus of Master Panama." The other magician, half of his body was on fire, but half of his body was a mass of ice, said helplessly, his tone was full of sourness .

"Hmph, that's a miniature plane that produces the essence of activation. I don't believe that you, the one who maintains the body of ice and fire, are unmoved." The crow glanced at the magician disdainfully.

"What did the people in the Knights' Hall say?" asked another magician in the conference room.

"The official knights during the recruitment period have all gone to the centaur world with Lord Gaia and Lord Zekere," said a magician.

"I heard that they also recruited more than half of the official knights in the preparatory period some time ago, and put them all into the centaur world." This is the news that another magician inquired.

"The two centaur gods are so powerful? Master Panama, along with Lord Gaia and Lord Zekere, didn't take any shots."

"After all, the consciousness of the plane was awakened by those centaurs."

"It shouldn't be."

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The quiet meeting room gradually became as noisy as a vegetable market. The black-robed old man who was the abbot of the meeting even shouted "Silence" several times to no avail. In the last breath, a black light emanated from the seal in the old man's hand, and the meeting room was instantly gone. sound.

The black crow opened his eyes wide, and his eyes were dripping at the magicians around him who had their lips as wide as it was, but couldn't say anything.

'Silent Light', the owner of this tower, the signature magic of the Panama master, this is just a castrated version of the silent light. Under normal circumstances, this magic should solidify and dull all the surrounding elements, not as it is now , just to isolate the sound.

When everyone in the conference room stopped speaking, the old man sighed, took back the seal, and the black light curtain disappeared.

Not only the black crow, but everyone in the conference room glanced solemnly at the seal, which was the token left by the master of Panama to the black-robed old man. most things.

"The question now is who will go to the centaur plane to fight." The black-robed old man sighed. He really didn't want to be the vice president of this Santa Academy. If he was tired, it would be easy to offend people. He wanted to indulge himself even more. in the lab, not in this boring argument.

"I'll go!" said a magician wearing a mask.

"I'll go as well!"

"And I!"

More than half of the more than ten magicians present raised their hands.

A quill pen moved without wind and appeared in front of the black-robed old man. 'Sha Sha Sha', a series of names, were recorded on the sheepskin scroll.

"The slave corps should be drawn from the sand lettuce world and the newly enslaved lava giant world." The black-robed old man suggested, and the people around did not raise any objections.

At the end of the meeting, when the black-robed old man left with the parchment scroll that recorded the names of several magicians, the atmosphere in the meeting room was light.

"Another 8 third-level magicians have joined the battlefield, and the centaur world will last up to 100 years." The black crow flew up comfortably, landed on the shoulders of other magicians, and chatted with others.

"What's the use of that, the more valuable revitalized fairy world has slipped out of our hands. I don't know when the next time we will capture this kind of plane beacon." The one who spoke to the crow was a The middle-aged magician, listening to his tone, is also very regretful.

"That's not necessarily true." The crow widened his eyes, first glanced around and no one noticed them, then flew to the middle-aged magician's ear nervously, and whispered, "Don't forget our three Westerners. There is also a Lord Odyssey on the island."

"Oh?" The middle-aged magician showed an interested expression, "What news do you have?"

The black crow did not speak, but winked and rubbed his wings very philistinely.

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