The Wizarding World: Throne of Frost

Standing on the huge mechanical disk that exuded mysterious light, the ten deans from different wizarding academies who had been silent and watching the battle attentively had wonderful expressions on their faces at this moment.

In front of their eyes, there was a translucent map suspended. Through the outline of this map, you can find that what it presents is the map of the secret realm of the ancient city.

On this magical map are dots of light that flicker with different symbols.

Each point of light represents the wizard apprentices who are undergoing trials in this secret realm at this moment.

The brightness of these light spots is not constant. Some are bright and dazzling, while others are relatively dim.

This difference in brightness indicates the number of points each apprentice has accumulated. The brighter the light spot, the higher the points the apprentice has earned.

If you look closer, you can also notice that these light spots are not only different in brightness, but also in shape and color.

These light spots have a total of eleven different shapes and colors, representing the eleven camps participating in this apprenticeship trial.

At this moment, the deans from the top ten wizard colleges were staring intently at this mysterious map.

Their eyes closely followed the ever-changing and moving light spots to pay close attention to the conditions of the apprentices participating in the trials in their respective colleges.

Night gradually enveloped the earth and the sky became dark.

As time goes by, it can be clearly seen that the originally large number of light spots representing the apprentices of the White Wizard Academy has quietly decreased a lot.

In contrast, the highlights representing apprentices at the Dark Wizarding Academy show no obvious signs of diminishing.

Seeing this situation, the faces of the six deans of the White Wizard Academy looked extremely solemn, and could even be said to be so gloomy that they were about to drip with water. They were obviously not satisfied with the battle situation they saw in front of them.

In contrast, the other four deans of the Dark Wizarding Academy looked completely different. I saw the corners of their mouths raised one by one, with triumphant smiles on their faces, as if they had a chance to win.

Fresamogg couldn't help but speak, with undisguised ridicule and contempt in his voice: "Haha, look at it, colleagues of the White Wizard Academy! Look at the apprentices you have trained here. The performance in this battle is really unsatisfactory! In my opinion, they need to spend more time to hone their actual combat abilities!"

Upon hearing these words, several deans of the White Wizard Academy suddenly felt a strong sense of humiliation welling up in their hearts.

However, facing the powerful and respected Freissamorg, although they were aggrieved, they could not

If you dare to refute easily, you can only bury your anger and unwillingness deep in your heart. So, they all turned their attention to Leinster standing in front of them.

As for Leinster, facing the looks from everyone and the provocation from his opponents, he just smiled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, I heard him respond in an extremely calm but confident tone: "Fresamogg, don't jump to conclusions yet. You know, the best is behind! We'll see... …”

Fresamog looked at the calm Leinster and curled his lips in boredom, then stopped talking and carefully observed the situation of the Crow's Nest Academy apprentices on the map.

As night falls outside, in the secret realm of the ancient city, although there is no sun and moon, and there is no obvious distinction between day and night, the gray sky is still a little darker.

Through the changes in the sky, Renault knew that the outside world had entered dark night. At this time, after a day of fighting, Renault's number on the blue crystal hanging on his chest had changed to '15'.

Renault was inevitably a little tired, so he was going to find a place to hide and rest for a while.

Suddenly, on the three-dimensional map drawn by the chip in Renault's eyes, a red light spot appeared at the edge.

This red light spot seemed to have some strong purpose and was rapidly approaching his direction.

The alarm bells in Renault's heart rang loudly, and his nerves became tense instantly. He immediately stared in the direction from which the red dot was speeding.

At the same time, his hands began to quietly prepare for witchcraft, ready to deal with possible crises at any time.

However, when the red dot really entered Renault's field of vision, the tension and alertness in Renault's heart quickly receded like the tide.

Because what caught his eye was not some extremely vicious person, but an extremely familiar fat figure.

I saw the man sitting steadily on an old and worn-out broom, flying towards me like lightning.

The visitor was none other than his long-time friend Parker! Before Renault could speak, Parker suddenly stopped on his broom and stopped firmly in front of Renault.

Then, with a smile on his face, he said straight to the point: "Hey, don't pretend, Renault! Even if you wrap yourself tightly, I can recognize you at a glance. You know, but fate personally guided me here Find yours here." After saying that, Parker raised his right hand proudly.

Looking along Parker's raised hand, Renault discovered that in his right hand he was holding a simple-looking Sinan that exuded an old-fashioned aura.

The handle of Sinan's spoon was pointed directly at him.

Faced with this situation, Renault couldn't help but feel helpless. He could only shake his head with a wry smile, slowly took off the pale mask on his face, sighed softly and said: "Well, it seems that no matter how I change, I can't hide it after all. But you prophecy wizards."

Parker jumped down from the broom lightly, and the broom shrank to the size of a key, and was hung on Parker's waist.

A sly smile appeared on Parker's face. He scratched his head and explained: "Hey, don't be surprised! We prophecy wizards are not like other people who only value appearance or mental strength. What we really care about is That mysterious power of destiny!”

He paused, stared at Renault, and then said: "Just like between you and me, the threads of fate have been intertwined with each other. This feeling is very wonderful, so no matter how deep you hide it, You can’t escape my sense of destiny!”

After saying that, Parker puffed up his chest proudly.

At this time, Renault listened to these words and could only shake his head helplessly, and responded with a wry smile: "Well, the abilities of your prophecy wizards are indeed mysterious."

However, before the two could chat more, Parker's face suddenly turned pale, and his original relaxed expression disappeared in an instant, replaced by a face full of panic and nervousness.

His lips were trembling slightly, and his voice was trembling as he yelled: "No! Renault, something bad is going on! Just now I had a premonition that Anna was in danger. The situation is very critical! We must rush over to save her." , come with me!"