Chapter 468
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Sage Council.
"How long are you going to allow that chaos demon to do as he pleases in Noland? His influence in Noland is almost on par with the Sage Council! "
The red-clothed man slammed the round table in anger, his furious tone almost spitting fire.
The topic of the Sage Council this time was the issue of the demons staying in the Nephilim Realm.
However, the red-clothed man's anger did not resonate with the other four sages.
"Crosier!" The red-clothed man looked at the yellow-clothed man beside him in irritation.
The yellow-clothed man had once been one of his supporters.
"I'm ashamed of you for trying to rob others of their belongings!"
The yellow-clothed man glared at the red-clothed man and closed his eyes, no longer participating in the conversation.
"Actually, you've gotten something wrong from the start, Moshiraf." The grey-clothed man stood up and smiled, "The Weave has its own consciousness. We don't choose it, it chooses us."
"Then this thing shouldn't have appeared in Noland! Have you not thought about the horror of a small letter that could summon tens of thousands of people to do anything? Noland shouldn't have such dangerous … magic. "
The red-clothed man was referring to the Hearthstone Bounty. At that time, a quest had appeared on the spellcaster forums.
Anyone who could capture an orc called 'Beauty' would receive a golden legendary card as a reward.
On the day the quest appeared, countless dwarves from all over Noland swarmed into the subterranean world to capture 'Beauty'.
"But you can't ignore the progress brought about by the Weave." Suddenly, a large number of Weave interfaces appeared behind the gray-robed man. On the Weave interface, a large number of words jumped about. These words represented countless information. "Humans have never had such an efficient method of communication. I firmly believe that the Weave itself is the future direction of human progress."
At this point, the interface behind the grey-clothed man suddenly disappeared. He looked calmly at the red-clothed man who was much younger than him.
"Exploring the unknown always requires risk, but we still want to understand new knowledge and reach unknown lands. Isn't that the nature of spellcasters, or perhaps humans?"
The red-robed man stood up and was about to refute the grey-robed man when the white-robed man, who had been silent all this while, suddenly raised his hand and gestured for the red-robed man to sit down.
The white-robed man was the oldest Spell Caster in all of Noland. He was also the greatest Spell Caster. His very existence was the history of Noland.
The sage, who was so old that he couldn't walk without a cane, looked at the gray-robed man.
"Rursk, tell me about your research."
The moment the topic of 'research' was mentioned, the grey-clothed man's expression turned solemn.
He lightly knocked on his magic formation, and the interface of the Weave appeared behind him, showing a picture of a book.
All of the Sages present recognized the book … It was a lost ancient book, a relic found in the underground ruins of the Norland Continent. It recorded everything related to the underground ruins and the civilization there.
Among the seven sages, the gray-robed sages who were the most talented in languages had only managed to decipher a very small part of it after spending his entire life.
"I've mentioned to all of you that the ancient book mentioned a certain terrifying existence sleeping in this world," the grey-clothed man said in a low voice. The grey-clothed man said in a low voice, "Connecting the information given by the Desireless in the Kingdom of the Holy and the recent events, we can basically confirm that this is inextricably linked to the Court of Heresy, and … the World Tree of the elves is most likely the seal."
"You've also said that this is just a guess," the purple-clothed man finally spoke.
"But it's very likely to have become a reality!"
The yellow-clothed man also joined in the conversation. He let the grey-clothed man flip the picture on the Weave behind him, and the picture on the Weave instantly turned into an elf.
It was an elf with long blonde hair and blue eyes.
"This is a 'stowaway' that the Noland Law Enforcement Team caught this morning. He mentioned the prophecy of an 'impending disaster'," the yellow-clothed man said.
"High elf …"
The red-robed man recognized this race that should have disappeared from the world.
Even in the libraries of the various academies in Noland, there were pitifully few records related to the high elves.
And now, a living high elf had appeared in Noland.
"How should we deal with it? Destroy the Kingdom of Saint? "The purple-clothed man used a calm tone to state the only possible solution for now.
"Noland must maintain absolute neutrality."
The white-robed man's voice interrupted the purple-clothed man's terrifying thoughts.
"Noland's neutrality is necessary, so the World Tree is the key to the seal. The actions of the Court of Heresy are enough to prove that they are purposely destroying the World Tree of the elves. The World Tree of the Frost Elves was fortunately not destroyed, so all we can do now is protect this World Tree," the grey-clothed man said.
"The Holy Tree of the Frost Elves is too weak." The white-robed man spoke, his voice full of worry, "I don't think it can still be a part of the seal."
"My apprentice told me that the nourishment of the World Tree is the faith or worship of the living."
The purple-clothed man had learned a lot about the World Tree during his stay in the Hearthstone Tavern.
"I think that's the answer."
The grey-clothed man waved his hand, and four owls flew into the Sage Assembly. Each owl carried a letter and threw it in front of the other four sages.
"What's this?"
The red-clothed man did not open the letter. There was a faint mana fluctuation in the letter, which could be used to distinguish its authenticity.
"Concert tickets," the grey-clothed man said as he caressed the owl nestling in his beard.
"What?"
The red-clothed man was completely stunned this time.
"Talin the Frost Elf, the holder of the World Tree, and the most popular host of Norland's Voice, is holding a concert called 'Greetings'. The price of a normal ticket is ten gold coins, but the black market price is around one hundred to three hundred gold coins. This is a VIP ticket," the man in grey said.
"Ridiculous!!"
The red-clothed man immediately shouted rudely after he heard that.
To publicly take out a ticket to the opera in this sacred Sage Assembly … This was a blasphemy in the eyes of the red-clothed man.
He looked at the yellow-clothed man. At this time, the yellow-clothed man should have felt the same anger as him.
As expected, the yellow-clothed man threw the ticket to the grey-clothed man, but the next sentence made the red-clothed man suspect that his friend had been replaced.
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