sorcerer immortal

The Silver Mist Royal Court announced the lifting of the blockade that had been in the past for countless years. While vigorously attracting foreign disaster victims, it also used the name of supporting outside wizards as an excuse to directly send a large number of wizards out of the Silver Mist Forest and directly occupy the territory of several nearby kingdoms.

Suddenly, the entire Meissen area was in an uproar.

Those who can become wizards are basically not fools, and they naturally understand the purpose of the Silver Mist Royal Court.

But even if you understand it, so what?

Not to mention that under the evil disaster, they themselves were bled too much. At this time, their strength has declined greatly compared to before. Even in their previous heyday, they are not the opponents of the Silver Mist Royal Court today.

A moon elf king who has grown to the peak is heavy enough to suppress everything, so heavy that even all the forces in the Meissen area can't beat it.

This is a real powerhouse comparable to a fourth-level wizard. Unless a real fourth-level wizard is born, the remaining wizards below the fourth level, no matter how many there are, will not be able to pose a threat to him.

What's more, these wizarding forces themselves are not monolithic. They have accumulated too many contradictions in the past, and it is impossible to work together.

Moreover, even the Black Wizard Alliance, which is currently the strongest and most well-preserved, has already taken the initiative to join the Silver Mist Royal Court.

Thinking of this, and thinking of the evil disaster that is still raging today, many wizards felt chills, and kept silent about the actions of the Silver Mist Royal Court, not daring to say anything at all.

Of course, although there are many sensible people, not everyone is so sensible.

Soon, in a few months.

"Is this the last place?"

At noon, the sun shines on the earth, illuminating the surrounding avenues.

On top of the ruins, Adier stood there in a plain white robe, his eyes looking into the distance, as if he was looking at a certain city.

"That's right." At the side, a tall, tall, handsome and majestic middle-aged elf stood beside Adier, wearing a gorgeous crown on his head. It was King Kas.

Compared with half a year ago, he now looks ruddy and energetic, with more confidence and pride in his brows.

Standing beside Adier, he looked towards the gray city in the distance: "This is the headquarters of Griffin Academy, and it is also their last resort."

"Based on the background of Griffin Academy, the city's guardian witch array is fully activated. In theory, it can withstand any attack below level four in a short period of time."

Standing next to King Kas and listening to King Kas, Adier didn't reply, but just quietly looked at the tall city standing in the distance, a little silent for a while.

Griffin College, which is also one of the big organizations in the Mason area, is said to have been inherited from a certain school of ancient wizards. The college is famous for its strict treaties and rigid conservatism.

When Adiel first came to the Meissen area, he considered joining this academy, but in the end he chose to enter the Emerald Hand because of pharmacy.

Later, the Alliance of Dark Wizards snatched the Emerald Stone and destroyed the Emerald Hand. In order to protect himself, Adil could only join the Alliance of Dark Wizards, and finally became what he is now.

And now, the intersection with Griffin Academy again is at this time.

"Has the envoy who persuaded him to surrender come back?" Adier turned around, looked at King Kas beside him and asked.

"I've come back, but the result is still the same." Cast King shook his head, seeming to disdain the people of Griffin College: "The heads of these old antiques seem to be rusted, and each of them Don’t look at what time it is now, but stick to what the ancestors left behind.”

His tone sounded very disdainful, but also deeply annoyed, it seemed that he had hit a lot of walls here.

For the past three months, the Silver Mist Royal Court has swept across the Meissen area, and everyone who passes by will submit to it. Even those ferocious and tyrannical underground creatures dare not confront the Silver Mist Forest, and shrink back directly. .

However, the group of people led by King Kas encountered a snag at Griffin College. The last encounter lasted more than half a month, and they even had to ask Adier to come in person to solve this problem.

The origin of the trouble is also very simple. The wizards of Griffin College embraced the traditions of the past and were unwilling to completely submit to the royal court, so they put forward a lot of scattered conditions.

Needless to say the specific regulations, but if it is really agreed, then Griffin College will have no loss other than the nominal surrender, and not only will it not accept the rule of the royal court, but also the loss they have lost due to the capture of underground creatures. The site wants to be returned in its entirety.

Naturally, this cannot be accepted by the royal court. Therefore, if the two sides cannot reach an agreement, Adier can only come here in person to completely solve this problem.

"Send another envoy, and finally persuade again."

Looking at the gray and dark city in the distance, Adier spoke softly, without any change in expression.

"Okay." Facing Adier's order, King Kas nodded, and then sent another envoy to Griffin Academy to negotiate.

It is worth mentioning that the emissary was not an elf, but a pure-bred human being. Even judging by his aura, he had already reached the level of a metamorphosis wizard, even among those big forces, he could be regarded as the top.

This is the patriarch of a certain wizard family. Because of his early defection and good strength, he was also reused by King Kas and held an important position in the royal court.

He has a handsome and resolute face, wearing a traditional red robe, looking at the gloomy city in the distance without changing his expression, and strode in directly.

Behind him, Adier and King Kas watched him walk into the city, and then he was quickly driven out by the wizard inside.

Compared with when he entered, his face was gloomy at this time, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot inside.

Looking at the situation, Adier and King Kas already knew the final result before the messenger could speak.

"It seems that there is no way..." Looking at the gloomy city in the distance, Adier sighed sincerely, and then walked forward slowly.

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"Dean, is it really okay for us to do this?"

On the wall of the opposite city, looking at the camp where the elven army was stationed in the distance, a middle-aged wizard with an ordinary face and wearing a gray robe sighed, and then looked at the old man beside him.

It was a very old wizard, dressed in a traditional red old-fashioned wizard, holding a gray book in his hand, with a bookish look on his face, he looked like a learned scholar with a calm demeanor. tolerance.

"Silu, we have no choice."

The old man also looked at the military camp stationed in the distance, but his face was very indifferent, with a sense of calmness that regarded life and death as nothing: "The glory of the ancestors cannot be tarnished. The rules established by the founders of the academy more than 1000 years ago cannot be violated."

"Griffin Academy, must not give up glory and freedom, and become a tool for the service of the Elven King's Court."

"But, that Moon Elf King..." Beside him, Xilu looked a little hesitant and had great doubts about it.

"You don't need to worry too much about this." The old man shook his head: "Although the Silver Mist Royal Court claims that their king has risen, that is just what they claim to be. What is the real truth?"

"You mean?" Sirul was slightly taken aback, as if thinking of something.

"That's right." The old man nodded, "According to my guess, the bloodline of their elf king, the youngest high priest, is probably not fully mature at this time."

"It is common sense that a powerful ancient life like the moon elves needs at least 1000 years from birth to maturity."

"But how long has it been since the high priest entered the Silver Mist Forest? It's less than ten years in total."

He pointed to the barracks outside and said, "Ten years, even an ordinary elf would not be an adult at this time, let alone a moon elf with pure blood."

"This is mostly just a rumor released by the Elf King's Court. The purpose is nothing more than to make us afraid, so that they can achieve their goals faster."

The old man shook his head: "However, if it is said that the moon elf has reached the third level, I still believe it. Otherwise, even with the Moon King Sword, it is impossible to expel the evil disaster in the Silver Mist Forest so quickly."

"However, a third-level moon elf, even with the magical weapon Moon King Sword, cannot reach the level of fourth-level. The guardian witch array of our academy can still stop it."

"And as long as we block them here, after a long time, other people will naturally understand this truth, and will no longer be afraid of the coercion of the elf court. At that time, the situation will naturally be different."