The entire Northern Region was the territory of the witches.
The once powerful thirteen witch factions divided the entire Northern Region into thirteen tightly connected territories, and in the center was a vast neutral territory with an area of hundreds of miles.
The seat of the Witch Council, Vilning!
To be honest, Wilning was a huge city with a population of nearly 300,000. The most well-known place in the city was the council hall located in the center of the city, a sacred place for the witch leaders to gather and discuss.
Since each witch faction had its own territory and dominated all external affairs in the territory, the witch leaders would not waste their precious time to go to this' remote 'place and quarrel endlessly at the conference table. Therefore, unless it was a major event that involved multiple witch factions, the witch leaders would not waste their precious time running to this' remote 'place to quarrel endlessly at the conference table.
In order to maintain their justice and fairness, the Sedaselia Family vowed to protect Vilning for life and would never reveal their family's strength in Vilning. Due to the constraints of this ancient oath, the iron mask flag of the Sedaselia Family was always fluttering in the sky above Vilning, never changing, even though there were only seven witch factions left in the past and the surrounding factions' territories had changed many times.
Due to the constraints of this ancient oath, even though there were only seven witch factions left from the original 13 factions and the surrounding factions' territories had changed many times, the iron mask flag of the Sedasilia Family had always been flying in the sky above Wilning and had never changed.
It was a peaceful and leisurely afternoon.
While Ulthar and five witch-apprentices were patrolling the sky around Vilning on their flying brooms, they suddenly saw a black spot in the distant sky.
Someone has come to Vilning?
Ulthar frowned, pushed the flying broom under her with her hand, turned around, and flew towards the black spot with the other witches.
When they were about 200 meters away, Ulthar, the leader of the patrol team, could not help but frown.
There were a total of three people, riding a magic carpet, which was also the most common means of transportation used by the Northern witches during group activities.
There were three people on the magic carpet.
Kneeling at the very front and carefully controlling the magic carpet was a witch-apprentice. Judging from her appearance and figure, she seemed to be only eight or nine years old. The apprentice robe she was wearing was strange, and the badge on her chest seemed to be engraved with a scale symbol. This was the first time Ulthar had seen such a badge in the past 100 years.
Behind the witch-apprentice, there were two unfamiliar real witches sitting cross-legged.
The one in the lead was dressed in an exquisite purple starry robe. His silky silver hair was draped over his shoulders, and his face was unusually gentle and tranquil. Her long and narrow phoenix eyes had a pair of deep blue eyes that left a deep impression. As they flickered, they gave off a bewitching and mysterious feeling.
As for the last witch, she seemed a little strange.
She was so sturdy that she didn't look like a woman anymore. She wore a pirate's eye patch and green leather armor. In her hand was a thick wooden staff that looked heavy.
The witches of Ulthar repeatedly looked at the newcomers, but they could not match them with the witches they knew in their minds.
Finally, she couldn't help but speak.
"I'm sorry, but Wilning City is just ahead! If you want to visit this place, please return to the surface and follow the rules. Otherwise … "
According to the rules passed down from ancient times, ordinary witches were not allowed to fly within 30 miles of Wilning City, and they had to be under the supervision of the witches of the Sedasilia Family. Only the witch leaders and the witches of the Sedasilia Family, who were the guardians, were exceptions!
However, as the Witch Council had gradually become a decoration over the years, these rules had been somewhat relaxed. If it were thousands of years ago, if ordinary witches dared to intrude into the surroundings of Wilning City, the witches of the Sedasilia Family would have already detained them. They wouldn't have been so polite to dissuade them.
"As far as I know, some witches have the right to fly directly into the hall of the council!" The beautiful witch in the purple robe suddenly spoke. Her voice was low and sweet, but there was a hint of power that could not be disobeyed.
"Of course, the Witch Council has such a rule." A contemptuous smile appeared on the face of the Ulthar witches. "But that rule only applies to the witch leaders of each faction. Ordinary witches can …"
Before she finished speaking, the voice of the Ulthar witches suddenly stopped, because she saw a mysterious card emitting colorful dazzling light in the hand of the beautiful witch.
"Card of Fate?" The Ulthar witches could become the captain of the inspection team, so they were obviously more knowledgeable than ordinary people. Sensing the mysterious power in the card, she could not help but say, "You … you are … the Witch of Fate Alice?"
Although the Sedasilia Family guarded Wilning City and never interfered with the private conflicts of the witch factions, they had heard a little about the reopening of the Tower of Fate and the reappearance of the Witch of Fate.
During the Battle of Fate, the Sedasilia Family had also sent one or two representatives to attend the ceremony. After they came back, they described the new Witch of Fate Alice as a mysterious and unpredictable person.
"I am the leader of the Witch of Fate Alice. I need to go to the hall of the council now. Why, are you still planning to stop me? "Alice stared coldly at the witch of the Sedasilia Family.
"I dare not … Ulthar is willing to lead the way for you!"
Although the one standing in front of Ulthar was only a grade 1 witch, the 'halo' above her head was not something she could easily offend.
Therefore, in the face of the powerful Witch of Fate Alice, the Ulthar witches could only give way and accompany them to Wilning City.
Two hours later, the melodious bell of the Witch Council Hall resounded throughout the city.
Hearing the bell, many residents of Wilning City walked out of their houses and gathered on the streets, looking at the hall from afar.
For most of them, the bell was quite unfamiliar, and they were at a loss!
However, to some of the old men, the sound of the bell had awakened a distant memory that had been buried deep within their memories.
"This bell … I know … This is the bell of the witch leaders to convene the meeting … I remember, I remember … When I was young, my white-haired grandfather once described this kind of bell to me …"
Hearing the old man's excited shout, the listeners could not help but be stunned.
Most of them had lived in Wilning City all their lives, but this was the first time they had heard such a bell. Could it be … that the long-sealed Witch Council was going to convene again?
"Witch Council? Are all the witch leaders going to come when they hear this bell? "Someone asked in confusion.
"They will definitely come … As long as they are still Northern witches, they will definitely come when they hear this bell …" Amidst the discussion, the old man's weak shout sounded a little hoarse.
As the former center of power in the North, Wilning City had been silent for too long!
Now that they suddenly heard the bell that had been ringing for a hundred years, an unconcealable torrent surged in the hearts of all the city residents, and their faces were filled with excitement and joy.
Bursts of cheers and dancing, turning Wilning City into a sea of joy in an instant!
Just as the city residents spontaneously celebrated, countless apprentice witches wearing the badges of the Sedasilia Family mounted their flying brooms and rushed out of Wilning City, flying towards the territories of other witch factions.
…
Alice, who had just ascended to the position of the Destiny Witches for less than a year, actually used the leader's authority to send a proposal to all the witch factions to convene a Witch Council.
For a moment, a stone stirred up a thousand ripples, and the entire North became restless. Everyone was talking about it, not knowing what the new leader of the Destiny Witches was going to do.
And all the witch factions were even more puzzled, not knowing how to deal with this troublemaker who did not play by the rules.
According to the tradition left behind by the ancient witches, only the witch leader could make a motion to convene a Witch Council, and then deal with some internal problems of the witches by gathering votes.
However, with the passage of time, all the witch factions devoted their energy to the expansion and development of their own territories, and the Witch Council, which used to be the highest authority of the Northern witches, became less and less important. Even if there were occasional disputes between the factions, several faction leaders would gather together to discuss and solve them, and rarely used the Witch Council, which was a big killing machine.
Therefore, imperceptibly, the Witch Council gradually became a mere figurehead, and became a rubber stamp for the existing major witch factions to take turns to manage some neutral public cities.
However, the reputation of the Witch Council would only be covered in dust, but would not be erased.
Therefore, when the bell in Wilning City's parliament hall rang once more, the entire Northern Lands were turned upside down.
Although they were not optimistic about Witch Alice, and although they did not want the Witch Council to be above them again, when the bell rang, all the witch leaders could only put down the matters at hand with a dark face, and rushed thousands of miles away to the familiar yet strange place, Wilning City.
For a time, the surrounding area of Wilning City was in turmoil again, and every day, a large number of witches would come tirelessly. On the third day after the bell rang, even the leader of the Pale Witch, who was the furthest away from here, appeared in the council hall.
At this point, all the witch leaders in the entire North had gathered in Wilning City.
After 132 years, a new Witch Council was convened.
…
The so-called council hall was actually just an ancient fortress-style castle.
And the place where the witch leaders held the council, in the end, was just a dim side hall on the second floor of the castle.
On the wall of the side hall, there were three long narrow windows. Because it was difficult for sunlight to penetrate, even during the day, torches were needed to light up every corner.
In the side hall, an extremely ordinary long table was placed in the middle, and along the table were fourteen wooden, crude, high-back chairs. Other than a black, high-back chair placed at one end of the long table, the other thirteen chairs were placed on both sides of the long table.
Each of the high-back chairs was etched with the corresponding witch emblem.
However, at this moment, only eight of the thirteen high-back chairs were sitting, and the remaining five chairs were still empty. As for the black, high-back chair at the head of the table, no one dared to approach it.
According to legend, the black, high-back chair was the seat of the Witch King.
Here, no one dared to offend the dignity of the Witch King!
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