Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 182: Santa’s War
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In the northwest corner of the wizarding world, the central locations of the islands of Missia, Texa, and Ingrid, known as the three western islands, are regarded as continents by ordinary people and regarded by spellcasters and powerful knights. It is the center of the island. On the sea level, a tower of kilometer-high snow-white stands tall.
The white sacred tower plunges straight into the sky. Below the sacred tower is a giant forest similar to an ecological garden, inhabited by a lot of terrifying beings of powerful and even super-order monsters.
And these monsters that have reached level one or two are just watchdogs for the magicians in the holy tower, or just as experimental materials for their stocking.
The bottom of the holy tower itself is a disc-shaped building, inside and out there are many magicians, almost all of their strengths are high-level apprentices, and there are also many official magicians. This is the school of the holy tower. An official magician is the mentor of these high-level apprentices.
Looking from the bottom to the top of the holy tower, on each floor, there are magicians living in it, and as the number of floors increases and the height increases, the strength of the magicians inhabited is also rising.
On the 436th floor of the holy tower, in a circular conference hall, there are more than a dozen magicians of various shapes wearing robes or hats.
Why are there different shapes, because some people have no legs in their lower body, but a ball of flames, and some people have a white spar directly on their bodies, and a few more do not look like humans at all, not like spiders. His head is a blank face, like a piece of white and flawless skin sticking to his face, it feels weird and frightening.
Fortunately, these are just exceptions. Most magicians can still be recognized from their appearance, they belong to humans.
"The Panama Master’s command came from the space fortress. The Centaur World still needs one million slave corps and two thousand magicians to fight. Who of you will go?" The voice was hoarse like a piece of iron stuck in the throat From the body of a black-robed old man, the old man was shrouded in black mist. No matter how close you are to him, you can't see what he looks like.
Everyone in the meeting room looked at each other, no one had an interface.
After a while, the old lady with stains on her face said, "The centaur world is already under the attack of the Panama master personally, isn't it about to be taken down? Why does it need reinforcements."
"It seems that their plane consciousness has been awakened for a few seconds." The old man explained.
The conference room fell into silence again, and the plane consciousness was awakened. At least temporarily, it will increase the fighting power of the original plane by one-third. If you want to take down the centaur plane, it is estimated that the time may go further. It will last one or two hundred years.
"What about the world of activating fairies?" In the meeting room, a black crow stood on the shoulder of a magician and said. The crow's spiritual expression and fluent language can tell that it has good wisdom.
"The world of activating elves may have to give up temporarily. We have to focus on the strategic focus of the Panama master." The other half of his body was in flames, but half of his body was a mass of ice, said helplessly. It's sour.
"Hmph, that's a miniature plane that produces the essence of activation. I don't believe you, the person who maintains the body of ice and fire, is not tempted." The crow glanced at the magician with disdain.
"What did the people in the Hall of Knights say?" asked another magician in the conference room.
"The official knights in the drafting period have all gone to the centaur world with Master Gaia and Master Zekre," a magician said.
"I heard that they had drew more than half of the official knights in the preparatory period a few days ago and invested all of them in the centaur world." This is the news that another magician inquired.
"The two centaur gods are so powerful? Master Panama, Master Gaia and Master Zekere did not take them together."
"After all, the plane consciousness was awakened by the centaur."
"That shouldn't be either."
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The quiet conference room slowly became as noisy as a vegetable market. The black-robed old man at the abbot meeting didn't even shout "quiet" several times. In the last breath, a black light radiated from the old man's seal in the conference room. There was no sound for a moment.
The black crow has his eyes wide open, and his eyes are dripping at the magicians around him who have the same big lips as it but can't say anything.
'Silence of Light', the master of this holy tower, Panama Master’s signature magic, this is only a castrated version of Silent Light. Under normal circumstances, this magic should solidify and passivate all the surrounding elements, not Just like now, just isolate the sound.
When everyone in the meeting room stopped talking, the old man sighed, took the seal back, and the black light curtain disappeared.
Not only the black crow, but everyone in the conference room took a solemn look at the seal. It was a token left by the Panama master to the black-robed old man. This means that when he is away, the black-robed old man, Lord Make most things in Santa.
"The question now is who goes to fight in the Centaur plane." The black-robed old man sighed. He really didn't want to be the deputy dean of the Santa College. He didn't want to say that he was tired, and it was easy to offend people. He wanted more Indulge in your own laboratory instead of boring arguments.
"I'll go!" said a magician wearing a mask.
"I will go too!"
"And me!"
More than half of the ten magicians present here raised their hands.
A quill moved without wind, and appeared in front of the old man in black robe, "Sha Sha Sha," a series of names, recorded on the sheepskin scroll.
"The slave corps will draw from the world of sand lettuce and the world of lava giants that have just been enslaved." The black-robed old man suggested, and everyone around did not raise any objections.
The meeting was over. When the black-robed old man left with the sheepskin scroll with the names of several magicians, the atmosphere in the meeting room was light.
"Another eight third-level magicians have joined the battlefield, and the centaur world will hold on for another 100 years at most." The black crow flew up comfortably, landed on the shoulders of other magicians, and chatted with others.
"What's the use? The more valuable world of activated goblins has slipped away from our hands. I don't know when we will catch this kind of beacon next time." Speaking to the crow He was a middle-aged magician, and he was very sorry to listen to his tone.
"This is not necessarily true." The crow widened his eyes, first glanced around and no one noticed them, and then flew to the middle-aged magician's ear nervously, and whispered, "Don't forget We also have an Odyssey master on the three western islands."
"Oh?" The middle-aged magician showed an expression of interest, "What news do you have?"
The black crow didn't speak, but squeezed his eyes, rubbing his wings very impetuously.