Noland, Philosopher's Tower.
"This is the result of my twenty years of investigation with the blue-clothed man."
The black-clothed man placed a large number of ancient scrolls on the long table of the Sage Council.
Half an hour ago, he had his former apprentice drive a magic carriage to send him here. After arriving at the Philosopher's Tower, even if he directly called for a Sage Council.
The black-clothed man had to tell these Sages the information he had gathered over the past twenty years as soon as possible.
"The yellow-clothed man, why aren't the other Sages here yet?"
The black-clothed man sat in his seat and waited for almost an hour. Every Sage had the right to call for a Sage Council, and in the black-clothed man's impression, the human Sages stayed in the Mage Tower for a long time and rarely went out.
Thus, it was very simple to call them together, but the times had completely changed.
"You want to know the reason? The red-clothed man bought a fake on the Weave yesterday, and now he's probably arguing with the people in the alchemy shop. The purple-clothed man went to the Devil Realm a few days ago … Those two old things, Grey and White, are probably playing Go in the Hearthstone Tavern. "
The yellow-clothed man sat in his seat, seemingly not very fond of the black-clothed man. He had always had some prejudice against non-human races, especially this black-clothed man who had interfered with the top of Noland's power as an elf.
"Weave Shopping, Devil Realm, Go …"
The black-clothed man held his forehead. Only twenty years had passed, and not only had Noland changed, even the human Sages who valued knowledge as much as their lives had developed new hobbies?
"I have a TV program this afternoon. You better give me some shocking news, or else your twenty years of neglect will be enough for you to lose your title!"
The black-clothed man resisted the urge to ask him what a 'TV program' was, and directly pushed the stack of scrolls in front of him to the Sage.
"This world is in danger, and a group of people are trying to summon something from the outside world! The ruins under Noland are the remnants of a civilization destroyed by something from the outside world. "
"There's no need to explain from the past, just tell me how to get rid of 'that group of people'."
The yellow-clothed man roughly glanced at the documents provided by the black-clothed man. The Sage Council had vaguely sensed this a few months ago.
That was why they held the Skegerona Prize ceremony, and while inviting the leaders of various countries, they also gave them this warning.
"Their tracks can be found all over the world." The black-clothed man took out a world map and spread it out on the long table. "Currently, the blue-clothed man and I have calculated …"
"Frost Plains and Deep Green Basin?"
The yellow-clothed man immediately stood up from his seat and looked at the map.
"Where did that Blue go?" The yellow-clothed man immediately asked.
"Jethoan went to the Frost Plains." The man in black pointed to the largest plain at the border of the Frost Nation, and then pointed to another basin at the border of the Frost Nation. "I found their tracks here."
"Their power is beyond my expectations, and their target is my homeland, Assequero … Assequero has been affected by something from the outside world.
"Their power has far exceeded my expectations, and their target is my homeland, Arthko … Arthko has already been affected by something from the outside world, and if this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive.
"The high and mighty High Elves' residence falling to the ground sounds like a good thing!"
The yellow-clothed man mocked the high elves mercilessly, but the expression on the black-clothed man's face did not change.
"The World Tree is the core that seals the thing from the outside world. If Assequero falls, it will have enough power to break through the seal," the black-clothed man said.
"How can you be so sure?" The yellow-clothed man picked up a scroll that the black-clothed man had placed on the table. The words written on it were a type of difficult to understand elven language, but the yellow-clothed man still managed to decipher the contents.
This scroll recorded the distribution of all the elven races in this world. Among them, the Dark Elves, Blackwood Elves, and Frost Elves had already been classified as' extinct ', leaving only the last three elven races, one of which was the High Elves.
"The holy tree of the frost elves and blackwood elves has already been destroyed once. They are too weak now, and can't defend against the attack of the thing from the outside world!"
"I don't think so. Did you look outside the Philosopher's Tower before coming here?"
The yellow-clothed man pointed behind him, and the black-clothed man followed his finger to the window of the meeting room. He saw the World Tree of the frost elves below the Philosopher's Tower.
The holy tree, which originally needed tens of thousands of years to grow, had already grown in less than a year.
"I've always disliked the attitude of the high elves towards us humans." The yellow-clothed man closed the scroll in his hand. "Since you think that it's a higher being than us humans, then you definitely don't need our help."
With the current growth rate of the World Tree of the frost elves, it was still Noland at the center of the world.
To the 'safety' of this world, the holy tree of the high elves had become something dispensable.
The yellow-clothed man saw through this.
The black-clothed man gripped the windowsill tightly, feeling the pain from the wound in his heart once again.
He had to think of a way to save Assequero, and the help of the Wise Ones of Noland was the only way he could think of. No … there was another way.
Suddenly, the black-clothed man turned around, paused for a moment, and said.
"Josiah Yanorod, he's in Assequero."
As expected, when the black-clothed man mentioned Josiah, the expression of the yellow-clothed man finally changed.
"That kid?" The yellow-clothed man stared into the eyes of the black-clothed man for a moment, and after confirming that he wasn't lying, he asked, "What is he doing there?"
"Josiah Yanorod has built a tavern there."
The black-clothed man didn't expect this Wise One's reaction at all. In his impression, the yellow-clothed man was a Wise One who hated non-human races the most.
Josiah was a demon of Chaos, a race that humans hated the most. The yellow-clothed man should've seen him as an enemy the first time he saw him.
But even though the expression on the yellow-clothed man's face was still terrifying, his reaction alone was enough to show his concern for Josiah.
"He's reached some sort of agreement with our holy tree." The black-clothed man took a deep breath and said.
"First the dark elves, and now the frost elves? He's really planning to be the savior of the elves! "
"Savior?"
The moment the black-clothed man heard this description, he saw a small ball of light appear above the yellow-clothed man's head.
"Although I hate you high elves, I hate those 'judges' even more." The yellow-clothed man picked up his staff and walked out of the meeting hall. "I can take my disciple outside to have a look."
The black-clothed man looked at the back of the Wise One. Although the black-clothed man was a few hundred years older than the human, the long lifespan of the high elves meant that their mental growth was much slower than that of humans.
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