Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

night.

In the core area of ​​the Baishi tower complex, the third building of the six-toothed towers that are interconnected and tens of meters high, the top hall.

Here, densely packed torches are inserted on the walls, and hundreds of candles are held on the large crystal chandelier hanging from the top. At the same time, there are several groups of rays of light created by spells floating around, illuminating the entire hall brightly.

A meeting is going on in the lobby.

On the blue stone platform, there was a long table, and on the seat in the middle behind the long table, sat a man in a black robe. He looked to be in his forties, with an ordinary appearance, but he exuded a powerful aura that enveloped the audience.

His name is Haimen——Haimen Buster, and he is the top of the high-rises of the Whitestone Tower.

Around him, there were Maphyris and all the other high-ranking wizards of the Whitestone Tower, and the atmosphere was very serious.

In the semi-circular seating area opposite the bluestone platform, hundreds of seats were filled with people, and some people were standing. It was obvious that the number of wizards participating was far higher than before.

Everyone is looking at Haimen, waiting for something.

Under Haimen's gaze, he finally spoke up: "Hey, let's start the meeting. I don't think I need to say much. Everyone has already understood the situation. Whether it's people who were originally in Baishi City or those who rushed back from outside .

Obviously, our White Rock Tower is currently under the greatest threat. An unknown force is attacking us, and we have suffered heavy losses. Therefore, we have to mobilize the dispatched forces to come back, defend the opponent, and find a way to find and eliminate the opponent. "

"This is a big deal." Haimen continued, his voice was flat, but with convincing power, "This is the biggest thing for our White Rock Tower so far. Before, many of us were busy with the east coast exchange meeting, but now You can put it aside for now.

It's nothing to take good care of those who come to our Baishi Tower to participate in the exchange. They can only complain and damage our reputation. But if we don't handle the invasion well, we will not only damage our reputation, but also our foundation. "

"By the way, Shande, you told me before that other wizarding organizations behaved a little abnormally in the exchange meeting. What's going on?" Haimen turned his head, facing a person next to him who was also a senior member of the White Stone Tower asked.

"It's like this." The person who was asked said, "We were attacked this time. According to common sense, people from other wizarding organizations who came to communicate with us should have a quarrel, but... although they have made a quarrel, they are not as expected.

That said, they've calmed down a bit. The information collected by my subordinates shows that many wizarding organizations' residences seem to have been attacked, but not as badly as ours.

In other words, people from other wizarding organizations who are still in our White Rock Tower may have received the message from their organization. They were so quiet, and they didn't seem to leave arguing at all. Except for the trust in us that is not worth mentioning, they are just trying to learn more about the situation of the force that attacked us. "

"You mean..." Haimen narrowed his eyes, "The other wizard organizations may also be attacked by unknown forces. It is very possible that the forces that attacked them are the same ones that invaded us?"

"Yes." Santo nodded.

Haimen's expression became serious, he was silent for a while, looked at the people attending the meeting, and said: "I don't care what the situation is, whether the forces that invaded our organization and those attacking other wizard organizations are the same, regardless of the enemy's How strong the strength is, but we must get rid of each other!

The White Stone Tower is right here, it won't retreat, let alone run away, since someone bumps into it and wants to cause trouble, then what we have to do is to eliminate them, it's that simple! Do you all agree? If you agree, vote with a show of hands. If you disagree, you can express your objection.

"

After the words fell, all the wizards in the seats raised their hands.

"Very good." Haimen said, suddenly his eyes caught something from the corner of his eye, and he turned his head slightly to look at Mei Feilisi, who was the only one in the field who didn't raise her hand, frowning slightly.

"Maphyris, do you have any objections?"

After a night of fighting, Mei Phyllis obviously suffered serious injuries. She was sitting on her seat with her head bowed, her face pale, and the aura emanating from her body fluctuated from strength to strength, and was extremely unstable.

After hearing Haimen's question, Mei Feilisi's face quickly flushed with blood, slowly raised her hand, and said: "Of course there are objections! That is, it is not eliminated, but..."

"Crack!" Mei Feilisi clenched her fist, and a violent aura gushed out of her body, and she said with piercing eyes, "It's about crushing these bastards who don't know where they came from! Grinding their corpses into powder, Feed them all to the fish!"

"Forehead……"

...

In the night, after a short period of silence in the Six-tooth Tower, the roars of many wizards suddenly came out.

"Crush the bastards and feed them to the fish!"

"Feed the fish!"

...

Under the same night.

A tavern somewhere in Baishi City.

The short wizard Armstrong, limping, walked in with some difficulty, looked at the person sitting in the corner who was enjoying eating marmalade, and frowned.

"Why didn't you attend the meeting?" Armstrong asked aloud, sitting opposite the man eating marmalade.

"Hah--"

The person eating marmalade held a spoon, dug a large spoonful of marmalade into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, then raised his head and said to Armstrong: "I am a wounded person, um, a seriously wounded person, so I naturally have reasons not to attend the meeting of."

"Then why don't you go to heal your injuries and still eat here?"

"How can it be considered reckless eating? This is the most delicious marmalade in the world. Would you like to have a bite?"

"Forget it." Armstrong waved his hand and refused with some resistance.

"Alas." The person eating marmalade sighed, full of regret, "Another poor person who doesn't know how to eat."

"Okay, stop chatting, I was specially sent to inform you of the decision of the meeting. Everyone has voted and is ready to use all their strength to deal with the people who invaded before." Armstrong said.

The man who ate the marmalade swallowed another mouthful of marmalade, nodded, and said without any surprise: "It's normal, it seems that those people above are really angry. However, I don't think much about it."

"Why, do you think you will lose?" Armstrong raised his eyebrows slightly, "No way, we were careless before, but now that we have gathered the power of the entire White Rock Tower, aren't we still the opponent?"

"It's hard to say—" said the person who was eating marmalade, "In my opinion, even if you don't lose, you will win very badly, very badly...Of course, this is just an unreliable premonition of mine."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"What do you think I should do?" The marmalade eater scooped up a spoonful of marmalade again, and said to Amstari, "Of course, eat more marmalade—every bite is less."

Armstrong was silent for a while. He stood up and walked towards the door. He paused at the door and said, "Be careful."

"Will do……"

Armstrong left, and the marmalade eater put the marmalade into his mouth, just swallowed it, and then coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough..."

Blood spurted from his mouth, staining the half bowl of marmalade in front of him red.

After a long time, the man who ate the marmalade stopped coughing. Glancing at the blood-red marmalade, he shook his head with a regretful expression, then stretched out the spoon, scooped it into his mouth and swallowed it.

"Tsk, the taste is not bad."

After eating the last bite, the person who ate it looked at the marmalade in the spoon, and the person who ate it slowly made a sound.

"Shanara, I promise you, I won't refund this time, I won't refund..." Macbeth said, ate the last bite of marmalade, stood up, and staggered towards the outside of the store. .

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