Silver Alliance, Prophet's Tower.
Since the outbreak of the magic tide, the white-haired old master of the tower had been locked in the top floor of the tower, and day and night, he had been reading the mysterious scrolls stored in the Prophet's tower over the past tens of thousands of years.
As he flipped through the scrolls, he muttered a string of strange words such as' Three Kings' and 'Retro'.
However, on this day, a young acolyte, Thornk, carefully walked into the old man's residence with a wooden tray in his hands. There were a few simple dishes on it, and he asked softly, "Teacher, it's time for you to eat!"
"I'm not eating, I'm not eating … Hurry up and take it away … Don't disturb my thoughts …" The old master had changed from his usual wise and farsighted appearance to one of irritation and anger. He waved his arms, wanting to chase Thornk out, "Damn it … I feel like I'm forgetting something … Why do I not understand what's happening there? Alice … That Alice must have done something … These damned witches of fate, why do they always like to mess up fate? "
Just as he was slamming the wooden table, the silent Prophet's Eye above his head suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light, and then began to rotate with a rumbling sound, casting the golden light far away in a certain direction in the northwest.
"The wheel of fate is turning … Another great wizard has appeared in the Magus World … Quick, Thornk, help me up there. Who's so lucky? Let's see, is it the one from the Magus Association or the one from the central continent? " Under the old master's incoherent urging, Thornk hurriedly put down the tray and helped his teacher along a narrow spiral staircase to the Prophet's Eye at the top of the tower.
Here, the old master suddenly felt a burst of strength and threw Thornk aside. He pounced onto the altar and poured all of his spiritual force into the Prophet's Eye that was rotating like a precise machine.
The Prophet's Eye was a huge hollow metal ball with a diameter of two meters. It floated above the altar. At the center of the metal ball was a strange eye. It had a pupil, sclera, and bloody lines. It spun around chaotically, appearing abnormally agile.
This wasn't a Witchcraft Eye, but the eye of a true super creature.
With the help of this super creature's eyeball, the Prophet's Tower could cross thousands of miles, penetrate any witchcraft barrier, and see what it wanted to see. However, even the most powerful Psionic Eyes could not see through the fog formed by the power of destiny.
Therefore, the one that a prophet hated the most was none other than another prophet!
"The Fog of Destiny … Damn it. It's indeed that Alice's aura … But judging from the environment, this should be the central continent. Then, the one who advanced this time must be that legendary Fire Wizard … Hahaha … Even Douglas can't do anything to this Fire Wizard. Could he really replicate the legend of the three ancient kings …"
It had to be said that those who were tainted by the aura of fate divination were all a little neurotic. The old Tower Master, who had lived for nearly a thousand years, was now speaking incoherently like a madman. He peeped into the distance with the help of the Prophet's Eye while muttering some words and phrases that no one could understand.
Three Ancient Kings …
Thornke was puzzled, but the archaic word caught his attention. When he flipped through the ancient secret scrolls countless times, this word appeared the most frequently in ancient times.
The Three Ancient Kings referred to the three powerhouses who founded the Three Great Sorcerer Organizations of the Sorcerer World in ancient times.
One of them was the founder of the Northern Witches, Salem, who was known as the Witch Queen, Queen of Witches, and Ancient Witch. The other one was Ignatsu, who was said to have grasped the law of the earth and was the first president of the Sorcerer Association. The last one was an arcane Sorcerer, Patrick, who was also known as the 'Creator'. He was also the founder of the Silver Alliance.
They were the only three great Grade 9 Sorcerers in the Sorcerer Faction, which was why they were known as the 'Three Ancient Kings'!
His teacher was actually comparing a 'newbie' who had just advanced to Grade 5 with the Three Ancient Kings. This was beyond Thornke's understanding.
After all, Grade 9 represented the strongest power in the multiverse. They had long since surpassed the laws of the universe and were great existences that ordinary Sorcerers could never hope to reach.
Therefore, the old Tower Master's current behavior was equivalent to a blasphemy against the Three Ancient Kings. If the people from the three Sorcerer Organizations heard this, it would probably cause a lot of trouble.
However, this was the Prophet's Tower, the territory of the old Tower Master. No one dared to challenge his authority under the gaze of the Prophet's Eye.
After all, living long also represented a kind of power!
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Sorcerer Association, Overlook Tower.
Level 777.
The tower's top floor, which was usually deserted, was now crowded with people. The Tier 4 Sorcerers, who were usually so busy that not even their shadows could be seen, were now clustered around the new First Prophet, Nostradamus, anxiously waiting for news.
Seven hours ago, the rhythm of the laws that came from the depths of the plane system alarmed everyone. Although they did not know where the source of the law rhythm was, they could vaguely feel that something earth-shattering was about to happen in the Sorcerer World.
Sorcerers below Grade 4 were not closely connected to the plane system. Even if they were alarmed, they would not be able to correct themselves. However, these Grade 4 Sorcerers could vaguely feel something through the law power they had mastered.
In order to clear their doubts, they put down what they were doing and went to the top floor of the Overlook Tower to seek confirmation from the new First Prophet, Nostradaman, who had been in office for less than a hundred years.
As for the previous Prophet, Mastan, he had already exhausted all his efforts in a prophecy 78 years ago and died on the Astrology Platform. This Nostradaman was an elite selected from the backup Prophets by Domhnall. He was promoted to the current position in one go.
The bright starlight on the Astrology Platform had been shining for a full two hours. Only then did Prophet Nostradaman weakly walk down with the help of a few female Acolytes.
As the leader of the Association, Domhnall was the first to stand up and ask in a deep voice, "How is it? Has it been confirmed?"
Facing this old Sorcerer who had the power to decide his life and death, Nostradaman did not dare to be negligent. He shook off the two female Acolytes and rushed to the old Sorcerer. He bowed and said, "It's been confirmed. It's him!"
Domhnall took a deep breath.
The people behind him were even more silent.
For the Sorcerer Association, a Grade 5 Great Sorcerer was not a threat to them. However, a Great Sorcerer who still remained in the Sorcerer World was terrifying.
If Grimm risked a little bit of the plane's backlash and came to the east to wreak havoc, the entire Sorcerer Association would probably tremble in fear.
Among the crowd, Sevorius's expression was especially ugly.
Although Gloria was slightly calmer than him, the flickering light in her purple eyes showed that she was not as calm as she looked on the surface.
In terms of hatred, she and Sevorius were probably the most hated by Grimm in the Association. Although they belonged to two different camps at that time, and they were both working for their respective masters, after fighting two battles, this hatred had risen to the level of personal grievances.
Now that Grimm had become a Great Sorcerer, although he would be expelled from the plane sooner or later, the short period of time before he left was enough for him to do whatever he wanted.
If …
Just as everyone was discussing and digesting the news, the Overlook Tower suddenly trembled, and alarms sounded everywhere.
"Warning … Warning … Enemy invasion … Target target has been locked!" Tower Spirit Rafatus's ear-piercing voice echoed in the hall.
"Who? Who is it? I need images from the outside … "Domhnall roared and slammed the Wizard Staff in his hand.
Immediately, a wall in the hall turned into a water mirror, showing the scene outside the Wizard's Pagoda.
The towering Overlook Tower was now fully armed.
Layers of airtight Force Field Barriers covered all the entrances, skylights, and platforms, while an even larger semicircular barrier protected the entire tower and the surrounding Wizard Facilities.
The attack from the outside had also triggered the defense mechanism of the Overlook Tower.
The Rune Stones that were constantly hovering around the tower had all been activated, lighting up the Defensive Spell Formations and Offensive Spell Formations on them. They drew mysterious trajectories in the air and began to move toward the location of the attack.
Somewhere in the tower, a hidden door opened, and nearly a hundred Wizard Apprentices riding high-level Wizard Beasts flew into the sky. They were all wearing specially made Rune Armor and holding Rune Crossbows, the magical glow on them clearly visible under the sunlight.
On the ground, the bunkers hidden around the Wizard's Pagoda suddenly opened, and thousands of armored Giant Rhinoceroses and Rune Knights riding on them with special spears in their hands rushed out.
As for the Wizards of the Association who did not know what was going on, they all fled to the nearest Wizard Facilities after hearing the ear-piercing alarm.
In the blink of an eye, the surroundings of the Overlook Tower became empty and quiet.
All the Wizards of the Association who were hiding opened their eyes wide and scanned the sky. They wanted to see who dared to cause trouble in the holy land of the Wizards.
However, what surprised them was that there was no army or giant beasts. There was only a young Wizard in a red robe floating in the empty sky.
Apart from him, there was no other enemy!
Just as the Wizards of the Low and Mid-Level Association relaxed, the Level 4 Wizards gathered at the top of the Wizard's Pagoda and staring intently at the magic mirror could not help but feel their hearts tighten.
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