Chapter 183: Prepare for war

The middle-aged magician was stunned for a while, then showed a funny expression, glanced at the black crow, raised his hand between the sleeves, and a dark yellow spar appeared.

In the greedy gaze of the black crow, it was thrown at it.

I saw a dark shadow crossed, the yellow spar has fallen into the crow belly.

After a hiccup, the black crow got a cheap price, and he did not forget to comment: "The taste of the soil spar is astringent, and there is no delicious water."

The middle-aged magician ignored it, and he was waiting for the crow to tell him.

If this message is not worth a high-quality spar, there might be an extra pen made of raven hair on his desktop.

The black crow clearly understood the rules, and didn't let the middle-aged magician wait for a long time, he said what he heard.

"Master Odyssey is already gathering people," the crow bowed mysteriously.

"Why? Don't Odyssey need to sit in the western three islands, what if our enemies appear, especially those on the east coast." The middle-aged magician wondered.

"Who knows, maybe it's an agreement." The crow also didn't know much. Only the four adults in the three western islands would not give up the activated fairy world so easily.

Whether it’s the Panamanian master, or Gaia, Zekre, and Odyssey, for them, a miniature world may not be as good as a small world, but it is also of great value, especially in this miniature world. For precious materials in the wizarding world.

"Although there is no master of the world in the miniature world, to break through the barriers of the plane also requires at least one strong fourth-level player. Now only Odyssey adults in the three western islands have this strength and time." What to do.

If even he left the three western islands, he could expect that within half a year, those hostile forces on the east coast would definitely know about it, and I am afraid that even the base camp would be lost.

"Why do you think so much? You can't decide anything." The crow twitched her wings unaided, not even noticing the black face pulled by the middle-aged magician.

The crow didn't know what the way was. From the appearance, it was an ordinary bird, and it could even be fused with the third-level magicians in the conference room.

"Brue, it's time to go!" The magician, who had no organs on his face and only a smooth skin on his head, shouted at the black crow.

Obviously there is no mouth, but the sound is actually produced, really strange.

The black crow fluttered past and stood on the magician's shoulder.

"Jos, what to eat tonight?" the crow asked.

"..." The Faceless Wizard did not answer it.

"Jos, Michelle has been in the Centaur world for 15 years, you really don't want to see her?"

"..."

"Jos, I think you can change your expression."

"..."

A silent magician, a chattering crow, a strange pair.

The magicians around the two have intentionally or unintentionally made way for the faceless mage. Although everyone is a third-level magician, there are also strong and weak among the magicians. This faceless magician is one of the best. By.

Or it can be said that this faceless magician should be the most powerful magician in the current Santa. Even the old man in black robe who acts as an agent must give this faceless mage some face.

On the continent of Missia, tens of thousands of miles from the holy tower, there is a majestic sacred mountain on the border between the northeastern frontier of the Omor Empire and the Kingdom of Jordan.

The sacred mountain stretches for thousands of miles, and the altitude of the wheel is close to six kilometers.

On the top of the holy mountain covered with snow all year round, a glorious and slightly simple and solemn hall is located here. This is the place of worship in the hearts of all knights and the place of the knight hall on the entire mainland of Misia.

Although the surrounding environment is cold, there are knights in and out of the hall.

These knights are no exception. They are a little closer, and they can feel their powerful qi and blood fluctuations, so that the nearby snowfields have been turned by the influence of this group of knights.

Or flying, or riding a strange mount, the knights appeared on the holy mountain endlessly.

Knight Palace, this is a huge building comparable in size to the main city, but it was built into a hall by living repair.

In an upper room in the inner center, dozens of knights sat here.

Whether it is a magician or a knight, it may be a common problem for all humans in the wizarding world. The upper class always likes to put their position high, as if they can look down on sentient beings.

A giant round table was placed in the room, and more than thirty powerful knights with different expressions sat around here.

Sitting in the main position is a knight in red armor, with red hair, sharp eyes, and terrifying strength, so that no one in the knights here dare to underestimate.

"Today, I took the place of my father to attend this roundtable council for the purpose of revitalizing the fairy world." The red-haired man said.

Unlike the noisy and discussion at the meeting of the Santa Mage, the knights of the knight palace are more disciplined, and only the voice of the red-haired man is heard in the conference room.

"At most five years, we will attack and win the miniature world." The red-haired man continued, "You don't have to worry about plane barriers at that time, your own adults will take action."

All of them are third-level sky knights on the continent of Misia. They are not unfamiliar with plane wars. The vast majority of them can reach the current level, let alone have participated in dozens of plane wars.

"Commonly involved in the offensive are the Holy Cross Sword Cavalry Regiment under Lord Gaia, the Ben Thunder Cavalry Regiment under Lord Zekray, and the multiple third-level mages of the Santa."

"How many formal knights can be called now?" the red-haired man asked the knight nearest to him.

"Fifteen thousand first-level knights and seven hundred second-level ground knights are no problem." The sky knight with a white carving on his chest armor replied.

"What about the Slave Corps?" the red-haired man asked the knight sitting on his other side.

"There are still about two hundred thousand." The Sky Knight answered.

"The number is not enough," the red-haired man murmured.

Although a miniature plane is the most inferior in terms of the overall strength and area of ​​the planes, it is also a complete plane.

Most of the strengths of the three continents have been dragged into the Centaur plane, and this time it is somewhat reluctant to choose to attack to activate the fairy world.

Suddenly, a wave that made all the knights here feel the pressure of extinguishment came, and even the surrounding space exudes unstable ripples.

Fortunately, this volatility comes and goes quickly, and the knights present here are not the first time to feel this momentum, and they all look strange.

"I just received news that the combatants involved in this battle have been expanded to high-level knight servants and mid-level magic apprentices!" The red-haired man said a decision that surprised everyone around him.

Needless to say, it must be the father of the red-haired man, the strongest man on the continent of Misia, and the odyssey of one of the four strong men in the three western islands.