Chapter 585 Ancient One: This is the last chance
"How are the arrangements in the UK? What information do you have now?" Nick Fury's voice was as serious and oppressive as ever.
It was as if the other party owed him 1 million.
"Sorry, Director, no useful information has been collected yet." The intelligence officer on the other side replied nervously.
He seemed to know that all subsequent recoveries would be enough to arouse the director's anger.
"MI6?" His tone was questioning, but there was no doubt in his tone.
"Ah..., yes, Director." He seemed to be shocked that his Director did not follow the routine.
The young female intelligence worker was surprised and nodded quickly.
"Okay, go back and do your thing." Nick Fury was silent for a moment and said calmly.
It seemed that it had no impact on him.
However……
The moment the intelligence officer walked out, Nick Fury's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
boom!
As soon as the palm fell, the table seemed to be overwhelmed, and it shattered with a bang.
At this moment, Nick Fury didn't seem to care about the table. Instead, various thoughts kept popping up in his mind.
Britain must advance in this round no matter what.
Even if this is a scam.
But who made the bait thrown by the other party so delicious?
A complete path from an ordinary person to a powerful mage.
this……
Who can resist such temptation!
When I thought about how under the magic of Grindelwald, Lockhart and others, I and others were powerless to resist.
In addition to feeling aggrieved, there was even more anger and fanaticism.
However, the danger is not small.
London serves as a battlefield, and all forces are stationed in it.
SHIELD has limited power, not to mention that MI6 is still causing trouble inside.
Not to mention taking chestnuts from the fire, it would be good if the opponent doesn't stab you in the back.
Alas, after all, I couldn’t help it.
Unfortunately, high-end combat power is still somewhat lacking.
Tony and Hulk are already the strongest combat powers they can control.
But what follows is obviously lacking.
Those who cherish a jade.
He who has strength is virtue!
Those without strength are guilty!
At this moment, suddenly...
"Fury, what happened, please call me back."
Hearing this voice that I haven’t heard in years but is still familiar.
Nick Fury looked up in surprise, and sure enough, a familiar face appeared in front of him.
Blue battle uniform, golden knee pads, sassy temperament...
"Carola, you are finally back!"
…………
Kama Taj.
call! ha! call! ha!
One by one, the young mage apprentices waved the long sticks in their hands and swung them forward vigorously, making a huh-huh-huh sound in their mouths.
They are training, conducting the most basic combat training.
What they had in their hands were not magic weapons, just sticks, with no magic involved.
No, to be precise, the place where they are located has been cast a magic related to gravity.
It was visible to the naked eye that every time they waved their arms and struck forward, sweat flowed from their necks into their clothes like water.
It seems to indicate the pressure they are under and the hard training they have received.
This is to beat their physical strength.
As mages of Karma Taj, the strength of their bodies directly determines the capacity they can hold the power of the Weishan Emperor.
In other words, it directly determines their strength.
Therefore, every mage apprentice will experience this kind of arduous training.
Even after becoming an official mage, he will find ways to exercise his body and improve his physical strength.
Generally speaking, this kind of training is very grueling.
However, they were very excited and even gave their best in every swing and every training session.
because……
The Supreme Mage was watching from the sidelines.
If they can receive praise from the Supreme Mage, no matter how slight it is, it is a great honor and recognition for them.
"They are very hardworking and attentive. They are all a group of good children." The Supreme Mage suddenly said.
Lockhart, who was standing nearby, also watching everything in the training square, nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Supreme Mage, every drop of sweat they leave now will save their lives on the battlefield in the future."
"Yes, many people have said similar things like you." The Supreme Mage said with some emotion: "But, Lockhart."
"Do you believe this?"
Hearing this, Lockhart looked at the wizard apprentices who were swinging their long sticks forward to strike hard.
no reply.
Yes, how many people have said that the more you sweat now, the less blood you will shed in the future. Every drop of sweat you shed now will save your life in the future.
But in fact, the group of mage apprentices in front of them have average talents.
Even if they train for another 10 years, they still won't be able to gain as much as Strange can gain in one month in the Vientiane World.
The entire Karma Taj, except for the Supreme Mage.
The longest living person is Arnold, the Guardian Mage of the London Temple, who is only 96 years old.
According to the lifespan of an Asgardian, this is still a child, like a toddler of one or two years old.
Even with the mage's short lifespan, Arnold should still be in his prime.
However, this is already the longest-lived mage of Karma Taj.
You know, Arnold himself is a one-in-a-million genius.
As for this group of mage apprentices, although their talents are good, they are far inferior to Casillas, Arnold and others.
Not to mention Strange, the illegitimate son known as Emperor Weishan.
So, for them.
The more you sweat now, the faster you will die on the battlefield in the future.
Waste will live longer.
Although this may sound ironic, it is the reality of Kamal Taj today.
In the training square, the roar of the mage apprentices who were training was deafening.
They are full of enthusiasm and have a beautiful yearning for the future in their eyes.
But at this moment, at the edge of the square, the air around the Supreme Mage was as cold as frost.
Silence is sometimes a silent answer.
"Lockhart, Strange has gone to London."
The Supreme Mage spoke up, breaking the silence.
After Lockhart heard this, he was a little confused.
Judging from the information channels he has at his disposal, something important may happen in London next, related to the group of fallen mages.
But for the Supreme Mage, even the dimensional gods are just playing around. What can a group of fallen mages do?
My mind was full of doubts, and various possibilities kept popping up in my mind.
He remained silent.
"Lockhart, you go too, this should be your last chance."
"Think more about what I said to you."
Lockhart was stunned by the words of the Sorcerer Supreme, and he opened his mouth to ask why.
But the moment he opened his mouth.
I saw the Supreme Mage gently waving his hand.
moment……
Buzz!
The scene changes, everything in front of you is shattered, then reorganized, shattered again, and reorganized again.
It seemed like a long time passed, but it seemed like it was only a moment.
The next moment, he returned to his office.
The familiar dark green wizard robe on the hanger, the magic suitcase on the corner, the notebook with half a page open on the tan solid wood table in front of me...
At this moment, Lockhart's eyes were a little confused.
It seemed that he was still thinking about the last words the Supreme Mage said.
What is the last chance?
He didn't quite understand, or rather, he didn't want to understand.
