Arcane Lord

Seventon, New Town, Elf Embassy.

In a meeting hall, Suviris sat in the main seat and looked down coldly, while Jerenis, who was also a high-level mage, sat beside him.

However, unlike Suviris, Jerinnis' eyes only stayed on a small accessory he was playing with, as if he was not in the unexpected world.

Under the two high-level mages, more than twenty elves stood in a pile, bowed their heads and said nothing. They also knew that the results of today's game made Master Suvires very dissatisfied.

Finally, someone couldn't stand the pressure of the high mage's long-time gaze, shrinking into the crowd and muttering, "Isn't there another project? [Grand Vision] We will definitely win!"

"What are you going to win? Do you think that Yerlan will let you without asking?"

"We can win without them!"

"Humph!"

Suviris's expression became colder. These elves have more or less extraordinary backgrounds, but if they think they can pass the level smoothly this time, it is too simple.

Thinking of this, Suviris glanced at Jerenis, who was still playing with accessories beside him. Seeing his indifferent appearance, Suviris once again filled his heart with endless anger, just because of him, how much profit Comanso lost. !

But thinking of King Mian's instructions, Suviris could only suppress his anger, and looked at the younger generations who had gradually become noisy below. He raised his hand to suppress all the voices and said coldly:

"There is news from China that the first line of defense has been breached by Drow. Except for those who will participate in the snowmelt competition tomorrow, go back for the rest. The second line of defense needs elites like you to be stationed."

"what--"

The elves grew their mouths, but they couldn't make any sound. They could only look at Suviris with horrified eyes. When they thought that they were about to face those terrible black skins, they were full of fear.

And then Suviris' words made them even more desperate--

"Mage Jerenis, you will send them over to these juniors, Mian Wang doesn't want to see any accidents!"

"Got it."

Afterwards, Jerinnis put away the trinkets he was playing with, his expression gradually became solemn, and no matter who he was in Comanso, he would not ignore the instructions of the king.

But this does not mean that Mianwang's instructions are above all else, but it happens that this time, based on various factors, he cannot refuse, and at the same time he is unwilling to refuse.

...

Jerinnis took some of the younger generations away, and Suviris shook off the rest of the younger generations. He sat quietly in the discussion hall. It seemed that the light in the hall gradually dimmed as he liked, converging with the outside world.

"The road to the empire is always difficult! I don't know my king—"

Suviris murmured until there was no more sound.

...

On the other side, the Old Town, the Gustav Tower.

In a secret training room, the Great Arcanist Badigar is doing the last "training" for the players who are about to participate in [Grand Vision].

Let's be considered training!

At this time, the training room was intertwined with light and shadow, and it was real, but Budigaal ignored the illusions that were enough to be fake, and directly found the ten little guys who were practicing the magic:

"Hablin, how are you preparing? Can you win?"

Hearing Badigar's voice, all the illusions disappeared instantly after a jitter, and the training room was restored to its original appearance. Habrin, together with his nine illusionist clansmen, knelt on the ground and replied respectfully. :

"My lord, we have been very proficient in the rehearsal, but the opponent is the elves, we, we--"

Badigar waved his hand and interrupted Habrin's cry, "I don't care, if you can't win, then your tribe doesn't need to exist. Think about your family and friends before speaking!"

However, the threat alone cannot fully stimulate the potential of these little things. Badigar took out another gold paper document and threw it in front of the leading dwarf Habrin, "Look!"

Habrin didn't dare to get up, so he moved forward a little while maintaining a kneeling posture, holding the gold paper document in both hands, and he only recognized half of the words on it—

It is the wizard text.

He had learned spells when he was learning spells with an elf who had saved him. As for the other kind of writing, it was human writing. He had seen a lot of them, but he had never learned it, nor dared to learn it. Any dwarf who dared to learn human writing No good end.

The main theme of this document, which is obviously a magical item, is like this: "The Sevinton Council knows all the leaders: The dwarf tribe of Huangfeng Hill is protected by the Council and protected by the Seven Towers. Invasion must be investigated!"

Habrin was fairly familiar with the elves, and the more he read, the more excited he became.

Gnomes have a low status in Netheril. They are either slaves or pets, and even worse, they are reduced to materials on the Netheril experiment table. But now, the ruler of Netheril promised to give them a piece of land, allowing them to thrive there.

Even if only limited to the few tribes where these ten illusionists belonged, this kind of good thing Habrin had seen before ~www.ltnovel.com~ This made him almost uncontrollably excited.

Habrin subconsciously wanted to raise his head to ask the Great Arcanist for confirmation, but just happened to hit Badigar's moodless indifferent eyes, and Habrin's fiery heart reached freezing in an instant.

He remembered what he had heard, seen, and even personally experienced in the past one or two hundred years. When every tribe gathers more tribesmen, it will immediately usher in a raid by the Nishites.

By now, Habrin has even faintly figured out where the population red line is. When the number is close to the red line, he has to find ways to reduce the population, or divide the family, or expel, and sometimes even kill.

Can the land promised by the Naiser people be requested?

Who knows if the fate of the dwarf will change from a free range to a captive?

But can he refuse?

Habrin buried his head deeply, almost touching the ground, "My lord, Habrin will definitely defeat the elf and live up to the gift of an adult."

Looking at the dwarf illusionist who was kneeling under his feet, Budigaal didn't feel any joy or pride, but some were only deeply vigilant.

Not only is he vigilant against dwarfs, he is also more vigilant for himself and the future of mankind. If an invincible enemy appears, will he kneel down and pray for mercy and gifts from the enemy like these dwarfs?

Badigar does not evade his inner worries about the future, but at the same time he is also full of confidence in Netheril, because of magic!

"Take a rest early tonight. When you win tomorrow, Princess Shia will announce your legal status in front of the representatives of the nations. As long as you obey the order of Netheril, Netheril will give you asylum. "

After finishing speaking, Budigaal left without waiting for the other party to speak.

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