Chapter 1457: Revenge

Silver Alliance, Prophet's Tower.

Ever since the magic tide broke out, the white-haired old tower master has been locking himself in the top floor of the tower, and has been flipping through the mysterious files stored in the Prophet's Tower for tens of thousands of years.

While flipping through them, he kept muttering a bunch of inexplicable words such as "Three Kings" and "Retro".

However, on this day, the young file apprentice Thornke walked into the old man's residence carefully with a wooden tray with a few simple dishes on it, and asked softly: "Teacher, you should eat something!"

"No, no... take it away... don't interfere with my thoughts..." The old tower master changed his usual wise and profound appearance, became irritable and irritable, waving his arms and trying to drive Thornke out: "Damn... I always feel that I have forgotten something... Why can't I understand everything that happened there! Alice... It must be that Alice did something... Why do these damn fate witches always like to mess up fate?"

Just as he slapped the wooden table, the silent Eye of Prophecy above his head suddenly burst into a brilliant golden light, and then began to rumble and rotate, projecting the golden light to a certain direction in the northwest.

"The wheel of fate is turning... Another great wizard has appeared in the wizard world... Come on, Thornke, help me up and see which guy is so lucky? Let's see, is it the one from the Wizard Association or the one in the central part?" Under the incoherent urging of the old tower master, Thornke hurriedly put down the plate, helped the teacher along a spiral narrow stone staircase to the top of the tower next to the Eye of the Prophet.

When he got here, the old tower master suddenly had a force in his body, threw Thornke away, threw himself on the altar, and put all his mental power into the Eye of the Prophet, which was running fast like a precision machine.

The Eye of the Prophet is a huge hollow metal ball with a diameter of two meters, suspended above the altar. And in the center of the metal ball opened a strange eye, with white of the eye, pupil, and blood line, which was spinning around and seemed extremely flexible.

This is not the eye of witchcraft, but a real super-class biological eyeball.

It is with the help of this super creature's eyeball that the Prophet's Tower can cross thousands of miles, penetrate any witchcraft barrier, and see what it wants to see. However, no matter how powerful the psychic eye is, it cannot see through the fog condensed by the power of destiny.

Therefore, a prophet hates not others, but another prophet the most!

"Fate fog... Hate, it is indeed the breath of Alice... But looking at the environment here, it should be in the central part, so the one who is promoted this time must be the legendary fire wizard... Hahaha... Even Douglas can't do anything to this fire wizard, could he really copy the legend of the three ancient kings..."

It has to be said that guys who have a little bit of fate divination are a bit neurotic. And the old tower master who has lived for nearly a thousand years is even more crazy and incoherent at this moment. While he peeked into the distance with the help of the prophet's eye, he muttered some words and vocabulary that no one could understand.

The three ancient kings...

Sonke was confused when he heard it, but this ancient word caught his attention. When he read the ancient scrolls countless times, this word appeared most frequently in the ancient times.

The Three Ancient Kings refers to the three powerful men who founded the three major wizard organizations in the wizard world in ancient times.

They are Salem, the founder of the Northland Witch, who is known as the Witch Queen, the Witch King, the Ancient Witch and many other titles. The other is Ignaz, who is known as the master of the rules of the earth. He is also the first president of the Wizard Association. The last one is an esoteric wizard, Patrick, who is also known as the "Creator", and he is the founder of the Silver Alliance.

And they are also the only three 9th-level wizards in the wizard camp, so they are also honored as the "Three Ancient Kings"!

The teacher actually compared a "newcomer" who had just been promoted to the 5th level with the Three Ancient Kings, which was really beyond the scope of Thornke's thinking and understanding.

After all, the 9th level already represents the most powerful force in the multiverse. They have long been above the rules of the entire multiverse, and are great existences that ordinary wizards can never reach.

Therefore, the old tower master's behavior at this moment is equivalent to a blasphemy against the 'Three Ancient Kings'. If the people of the three major wizard organizations heard it, it would probably cause a big trouble.

However, this is the Prophet's Tower, the domain of the old tower master, and no one dares to challenge his authority under the gaze of the Prophet's Eye.

After all, living long also represents a kind of power!

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Wizard Association, looking at the tower.

The 777th floor.

The top floor of the tower, which is usually deserted, is now crowded with people. The 4th-level wizards who are usually so busy that they can't even see their shadows are now gathered around the new first prophet Nostradam, anxiously waiting for news.

Seven hours ago, a regular rhythm from the depths of the plane system disturbed everyone. Although they didn't know where the source of the regular rhythm was, they could vaguely sense that a shocking event was about to happen in the wizard world.

Wizards below the 4th level are not closely integrated with the plane system, and it is difficult for them to correct themselves even if they are frightened. However, these level 4 wizards were able to vaguely perceive something through the power of the laws they mastered.

In order to clear their doubts, they put down their work and came to the top of the tower to ask for confirmation from Nostradam, the first prophet of the association who had been in office for less than a hundred years.

As for the previous one, Mastan, he had exhausted his energy in a prophecy 78 years ago and died on the astronomical table. And this Nostradam was the elite selected by Domnar from the reserve prophet, and he was promoted to the current position in one breath.

The bright stars on the astronomical table had been shining for two hours, and the Nostradam prophet walked down weakly with the help of several female apprentices.

"How is it, has it been confirmed?" As the leader of the association, Domnar was the first to stand up and asked in a deep voice.

Nostradam did not dare to neglect the old wizard who held the power of life and death. He threw away the two female apprentices, rushed to the old wizard, bowed and saluted: "It has been confirmed, it is him!"

Domnar took a deep breath.

And the people behind him were even more silent.

For the Wizard Association with a deep foundation, a 5th-level wizard is not a threat to them. But a great wizard who still remains in the wizard world is very scary.

If that Grimm risked a little plane backlash to come to the East to make a scene, I am afraid that the entire Wizard Association would tremble.

And sandwiched in the crowd, Sevoris's face was particularly ugly.

Although Gloria was slightly calmer than him, the rapidly flashing light in her purple eyes also showed that her heart was not as calm as it seemed.

If it comes to hatred, I am afraid that she and Sevoris are the most hated by Grimm in the association. Although they belonged to two camps at that time, they were for their own masters and handled official business impartially, but after two games, this hatred has risen to the level of personal grudges.

Now, the other party has become a great wizard. Although he will be excluded from the plane world by the plane consciousness sooner or later, the short time before leaving is enough for him to do whatever he wants.

If...

Just as everyone was discussing and trying to digest the news, the Overlook Tower suddenly trembled, and then the alarm sounded.

"Alarm...Alarm...Encountered foreign invasion...Target creature has been locked!" The harsh voice of Talling Lafatus echoed in the hall.

"Who? Who is it? I need the image outside..." Domnar roared, and the witch staff in his hand slammed heavily.

Then one wall of the hall was temporarily transformed into a water mirror, showing a scene outside the witch tower.

The towering Overlook Tower was now fully armed.

The layers of airtight force field barriers covered all its entrances and exits, skylights, and platforms, and a larger semicircular protective shield had protected the entire tower and the surrounding witchcraft facilities.

The attack from the outside also triggered the defense mechanism of the Overlook Tower.

The rune stones that constantly lingered outside the tower had all been activated, lighting up the defensive and offensive magic formations above, and began to move towards the attacked location in the air with mysterious trajectories.

Somewhere in the tower, a hidden secret door opened, and nearly a hundred wizard apprentices rode high-level wizard beasts and flew into the sky. They all wore special rune armor and held rune crossbows in their hands. The shining magic halo on them was clearly visible in the sunlight.

On the ground, the bunkers hidden around the wizard tower suddenly opened, and thousands of armored giant rhinos and rune knights sitting on them holding special javelins ran out from them.

As for those wizards of the association who didn't know what was going on, they fled to the nearest wizard facilities after hearing the piercing alarm.

Almost in an instant, the entire area around the overlooking tower became empty and quiet.

All the wizards in the hiding associations stared at the sky with wide eyes, looking around, trying to see who dared to come to the wizard holy land to make trouble.

However, what surprised them was that there were no thousands of troops, no giant beasts, and only a young wizard in a red wizard robe floating in the empty sky.

Apart from him, there was no second enemy!

Just when many low-level wizards in the middle and low-level associations felt relieved, the fourth-level wizards who were gathered on the top floor of the wizard tower and staring at the magic water mirror could not help but feel their hearts tighten.

It's bad... He is here!