Greetings, Mister Principal: Hohenheim’s concerns

The cleaning work of the battlefield is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The mages quickly captured the existence of the claustrophobic space and sealed it off.

Due to the battles between several legendary mages and numerous Sauron alien species, the Eliot demiplane was devastated, and a high concentration of hard-to-use magic power was deposited in the soil. Within ten years, this area will become a wasteland.

But at least this demiplane was successfully defended.

This is also the first time that mages have successfully defended an attacked demiplane in the face of the large-scale appearance of Sauron's alien species.

Reinhard stood in front of the only intact building in the entire plane. He knelt down and grabbed a handful of dirt with his armored gloves.

“These soils are a mixture of Sauron’s alien blood and our magic power. Normal plants planted on them will die almost immediately due to magic erosion. The water flowing through these soils will also be polluted, and humans and animals will drink it. Life may be in danger, this is the magic desert."

He said in a deep voice, raised his head, and took out a cloth bag from the void.

"This is?"

High-level mage Saxon was still feeling regretful, but when he saw Reinhardt's actions, he immediately came over.

"This is a special magic plant that I developed using mechanical means. It can be used as a catalyst for a variety of spells. Unfortunately, its growth requires a large amount of magic power. If standard magic stones are used, the cost will be Far greater than the benefits, it was originally a failed work."

Reinhardt said, grabbing a handful of seeds from the bag.

The surface of this seed was uneven and seemed to have many sharp thorns. Reinhardt scattered it casually and threw it into the black soil in front of him.

I saw these seeds falling to the ground and taking root. Countless root systems protruded from them and penetrated into the soil. They frantically absorbed the magic power that was difficult for other creatures to use, and soon some prototypes appeared.

"However, it seems that this nightmare thorn is suitable for transforming such a land."

The dark green thorns grew wildly and quickly formed a thorn field. In this black soil, it makes people feel more friendly.

Even if there are nightmare thorns to absorb the excess magic power in this land, I am afraid it will take a long time to become a habitable place again. The Eliot demiplane that once had green grass and blue skies has become overnight The wasteland is really unexpected.

In the conference hall, Hohenheim was sitting at the chairman's seat of the round table. Next to him were Alberton and David.

"Master Hohenheim, are you going back to the Tower of Rainbow next?"

David asked, the last time he saw Master Hohenheim was when he was young. Hohenheim was the predecessor of his teacher, Lord Braggs, and a legendary mage who laid the foundation of modern magic society. As a junior, he naturally Much respect.

"It's time to go back and take a look. I also have some topics that I need to talk to Braggs about."

Hohenheim said in a deep voice. After he regained his consciousness, he no longer talked as much as before and seemed more calm.

"About the progress of magic in these years, and about the war that may come next."

"War?"

Alberton caught the words in Hohenheim's words, he frowned, and then asked.

"You mean, the Sauron alien species will attack again?"

Even when Alberton became famous, Hohenheim had already left the High Council and wandered around the continent, but the talented Alberton still showed enough respect for him, if nothing else. Judging from just now, Hohenheim destroyed all the Sauron mutants with one strike, his strength is still above the peak, and the strong will naturally gain the respect of Alberton.

“In places we can’t see, Sauron alien species have been multiplying. These monsters that exist to destroy human civilization will not disappear. Wherever there is civilization, there will be shadows, and they are exactly The deepest shadow."

Hohenheim said, looking towards the void in front of him, as if he was remembering something.

“When I sealed the world memory from the last era, I was attacked by Sauron’s alien species. I used to think that these monsters only rely on instinct to attack all living creatures, but at that time it was obvious to me I feel that the actions of these monsters are regular."

Having a pattern means that it has been adjusted, and it means that the Sauron mutants have a certain degree of intelligence. Due to the bizarre ability of the Sauron mutants to transmit resistance across distances, communication between their species should be more convenient than that of humans. , if some individuals with extraordinary intelligence emerge from Sauron's alien species, it would be an extremely terrifying thing.

This is equivalent to the mages facing an army that absolutely obeys orders, communicates quickly between various parts, has extremely strong combat effectiveness, and has a huge numerical advantage. This is undoubtedly desperate.

"I only hope that this is my illusion, or that Sauron's alien species has gradually mastered a certain amount of wisdom during its long evolutionary career, and I don't want it to be another result."

Hohenheim did not continue, but both Alberton and David could guess Hohenheim's concerns.

What he is worried about is that if these Sauron mutants are not the laws produced by his own will, but are controlled by some more superior beings, then the mages may have to face more difficult enemies.

In any case, although the Sauron mutants that appeared on a large scale in Eliot's demiplane were all killed, the reasons behind them made Hohenheim more worried. He had been sleeping for too long, and there were There is so much to tell the High Council about this world, but at least, it's not too late.

On the rooftop of the top floor of the council chamber, Newington was standing here, looking in the direction of the ruins.

There, ant-like mages are carefully investigating every corner of the ruins. Although it has become a ruin, the ruins still contain many secrets waiting for people to discover, such as the strange black pillars. Although Hohenheim Its core has been obtained, but people are still unable to completely analyze what materials this pillar is made of and how it is made.

Another example is the claustrophobic space. In the dead realm, how do teleportation spells work? How is this claustrophobic space controlled? And how do humans create the Sauron alien species in this cage? , these are also unsolved mysteries.

The excavation of a ruins is accompanied by more questions and crises that may come at any time. The mages cannot relax for a moment.

But Newington was thinking of his teacher.

He thought that Penzance had been extremely disappointed with him~IndoMTL.com~ and had long forgotten that he existed as a student.

But at that critical moment, Penzance stood up in front of his students, even at the cost of his own life.

Newington felt his nose was a little sore. He took out a very flat piece of parchment from the bottom of the storage bag and opened it gently.

This was the first letter Penzance wrote to himself that year. In the letter, he praised Newington's magic skills and hoped to accept him as a student. Newington still remembers when he received this letter. He was so happy when he received a letter. He read the letter several times and knew the contents by heart.

Even after breaking with Penzance, Newington still carries this letter with him and treasures it to this day.

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