Warhammer Wizard

Ren stood outside the projection array, his figure did not enter the projection range, but he could see everything clearly.

After Dean Sabra sat down, one figure appeared one after another.

They sat on the high-backed chairs on both sides of the long table in turn, sitting opposite to each other across the table, keeping a distance from the people on both sides. The light and shadow projected by the spell constituted their appearance and could not sense the real breath. .

But in this imaginary supreme palace, the atmosphere was solemn, and Ren didn't dare to make mistakes.

He held his breath as he watched the wizards who were seated.

The main seat at the end of the long table is still empty, and the first one on its left is his teacher, Anse Waldos.

At this moment, the teacher with white hair and beard still has a calm face, and there is no clue.

Sitting opposite the teacher was a big bald man with a neat black beard. He looked to be around forty years old. He was wearing a thick velvet-like black magic robe. Eyes, reminiscent of an eagle, seem to be able to see into any reality.

Ren had seen his portrait and recognized it at a glance.

Master Tim Kenan, the owner of Flannes Floating City.

One of the three giants of the empire also has his own fief, which is the city of Lumpis where Flannes is located, so he has an official title of "Duke of Grey Eagle", but people are used to calling him Master Kenan.

To the right of Master Kenan is a male.

The first impression he gave was that there were twelve gems floating on the top of his head, of different colors, only half the size of a fist, emitting colorful rays of light.

His appearance is a bit weird, his skin is not like ordinary people, it reflects a metallic luster, his facial features seem to be carved, and he can't judge his age. Although his eyes are smart, Ren always thinks that this is a pair of gems rather than eyes, and he lacks some life. people's anger.

But Ren didn't dare to underestimate it at all. This robot-like wizard is the greatest alchemist of the empire, the great sage of Congerard of the Alchemy Association!

Opposite the great sage is also an old man with white hair and beard.

At first glance, he was somewhat similar to his teacher, Anse Waldos, with long white hair and beard hanging down, neatly combed and meticulous, wearing a fitted white simple robe, with a kind face and gentle eyes, containing With bottomless wisdom.

When Ren saw him, his eyes lit up.

Master Oroin!

As a battle wizard, he has long admired Master Oroin, the founder of the battle school. Unfortunately, this master's whereabouts are hidden, and he finally saw it today.

The three to the left of Master Oroin are Prophet Medif, Storm Queen Xingbu and Silver Star Duke.

Ren has already seen them.

However, when he saw the Queen of Storms and the Duke of Silver Star sitting next to each other, he suddenly realized something. The temperament of the two female holy soul wizards is too similar, and their appearances are also five-point similar, except that one has long silver hair and the other has curly black hair, so I didn't think of it for a while.

The first time the two appeared, they greeted each other, and they were obviously close.

They are sisters!

Ren suddenly realized that when he met the Queen of Storms in the mountain city of Jubilee, he always felt that she was a little familiar.

The Duke of Silver Star faced three thousand faces and played the man with applause.

The Queen of Storms is no less lenient, she is romantic, and there are countless ministers under her skirts.

The Duke of Silver Star is the elector of the Goddess of Magic, and the Queen of Storms is also the goddess of the goddess. They have been promoted to the Holy Spirit for decades. There are too many similarities between them, and their backgrounds are mysterious. So far, no one knows their origins.

There must be a goddess in it.

Ren thought of another woman, Ms. Lyra, the wife of the Lord of Hasstaff!

It is said that Ms. Laila and Hasstaff had many lovers before they became husband and wife. Later, because of her beauty, she attracted the covet of a lich, and even used a piece of legendary equipment to control her. The city owner was rescued and deeply moved to commit himself to him.

Ms. Lyra is also the chosen person of the goddess of magic, with eye-catching long silver hair, and her appearance and temperament are similar to those of the two female holy spirits.

Unsurprisingly, Lady Lyra is also the sister of the Storm Queen and the Duke of Silverstar.

Just don't know why she hasn't been promoted to Holy Soul yet?

Ren's gaze returned to the right row. Sitting on the right hand of the great sage Congerard was an old man with white hair and gray beard, with a weather-beaten face, shrewd eyes, and sloppy clothes. It was a magic robe, with a pipe still in his mouth, he was smoking, and plumes of white smoke rose.

The old wizard was out of tune with the surrounding Holy Soul wizards.

If you meet on the street, no one will take this bad old man as a wizard, let alone a great Holy Soul wizard.

However, Ryan is well aware of his identity.

This bad old man is one of the earliest members of the Supreme Council, the only holy soul among the thousands of wizards, and the master of Wan Tusiri Huohuai who has been in seclusion for many years.

This Holy Soul Wizard used to be a man of influence, but his active period has been too long since now, and he did not seek fame and did not record it. Now few people know his deeds.

Ren heard the teacher talk about it.

Master Huo Huai's strength is unfathomable, probably no less than the Big Three, but he doesn't ask about world affairs or where he lives in seclusion. He hasn't seen him take action for hundreds of years.

Sitting on the right hand of Master Huo Huai is the third woman in the Supreme Council.

Magna Ellen, Duke of Purple Flame!

Like Master Huo Huai, she doesn't ask for anything for a long time. The difference is that Master Huo Huai lives in seclusion in an unknown valley, while she lives alone in the floating city of Tiris.

As we all know, the floating city of Tiris hidden in the sky above Isrek City is the palace of Duke Ziyan alone, and few outsiders enter.

Duke Ziyan wore a plain white and lavender magic robe. Even in the Supreme Council, she did not reveal her true face. Her face was hidden under the hood of the robe, with only a few strands of golden hair sticking out from her neck. In the high-back chair, motionless, like a sculpture.

Ren was keenly aware that when Duke Ziyan sat down, the prophet Mediver, who was opposite her to the left, cast a concerned look.

Those eyes were full of respect, love and admiration. It was definitely not a relationship between men and women, and it was closer than teachers and students, as if they were the closest people in the world.

They are family!

Duke Ziyan is also one of the founding members of the Supreme Council. He was a powerful wizard more than a thousand years ago, and Prophet Medif was promoted to Holy Soul more than 500 years ago. Obviously, there is a huge age gap between the two.

Ren recalled the information of the two and suddenly guessed some truth.

The Prophet Medipho is the son of the Duke of Purple Flame?

Even if they are not in a mother-son relationship, their blood ties must be very close, no more than three generations, and they have lived together for a long time!

This is a great secret.

Ren couldn't help thinking, did other Holy Soul wizards know about this?

He didn't look at Duke Ziyan again, his eyes turned to Duke Ziyan's right hand, another "old acquaintance" he had seen before, Duke Tuzley in black robe. His image in the Supreme Council is exactly the same as the simulacrum avatar he saw in the dead forest sea. He looks ordinary, has pale skin, has a pair of strange golden pupils, and wears a black robe that seems to never be changed.

To the right of the Duke of Black Robe is Dean Sabra, who has just been promoted to Holy Soul.

He is the last member of this side. There are exactly six wizards on both sides of the long table, and directly opposite Dean Sabra, sitting on the left of Duke Silver Star is a very young wizard.

His appearance is less than thirty years old, which is in sharp contrast with many old men in the Supreme Council. He is handsome, dignified, calm and atmospheric, wearing a dark red magic robe, and flashes in the depths of his eyes from time to time. A trace of sharpness, unpredictable.

The Duke of Redstone Kelston Carlser!

Ren also had a relationship with the other party, and looked at this "human first genius" with some curiosity, the holder of the record of the youngest holy soul wizard.

The Duke of Redstone sat at the very end, and was the closest in Renn's field of vision.

He just took two more glances, and the Duke of Redstone seemed to have noticed something. He frowned, glanced over, and quickly turned his head away.

Fortunately, this is just a projection. The real body of the Duke of Redstone is thousands of miles away, and it is impossible to really see Ren.

The convening of the Supreme Council is not always completely secret.

Sometimes it is also made public, allowing some people with sufficient qualifications to attend, and even assigning students to participate on their behalf. If necessary, others will stand outside the projection array to watch, just like Ren is now.

Of course, if the meeting is held in the Supreme Palace, no outsiders are allowed to participate.

Under normal circumstances, the consul, as the representative of the Supreme Council to govern the empire, will attend the meeting and record the content of the meeting with his staff.

Ren knew that there must be others watching the projection at this moment.

Therefore, even if the Duke of Redstone noticed that someone was watching him, he would not pursue it, which was a very common situation in the past.

Ren took a deep breath.

A total of twelve holy soul wizards!

Every wizard present here is a great figure familiar to the hundreds of millions of people in the empire. He is famous and famous. Even if he looks at the entire Alanus, it is difficult to find a more powerful force than this. Especially in the main material world, the Supreme Council is the most terrifying organization. The other two of the three major empires, the Ramon Empire and the Salev Empire, are slightly weaker in terms of momentum and national strength.

The Supreme Council formed a decision of fear, which had a decisive influence on Alanus.

And anyone who is eligible to attend the Supreme Council, even if he does not appear in the projection, but only watches from the outside, also represents the highest decision-making level of the empire.

However, the most crucial person in the Supreme Council did not appear.

The high-back chair at the head of the long table was empty.

There was silence in the projection.

Every Holy Soul Wizard kept silent. At the beginning, they thought that Master Ogulevi was just late, but after waiting for half a minute, there was still no movement.

Even the Duke of Ziyan and the Duke of Black Robe turned their heads.

Everyone stared at the chair, their eyes were either solemn, doubtful, or indifferent, and their reactions were varied.

Unless there is a force majeure factor, the convocation of the Supreme Council cannot be absent.

If you cannot attend, you must send a representative to attend.

Otherwise, it will be regarded as giving up his power in the Supreme Council. There is no valid reason, and if he is absent for more than three times without reason, no matter who it is, he will directly deprive him of his power and lose his qualifications as a member of the Supreme Council.

This is the rule set by Master Ogurevi himself.

From the day the Supreme Council was established, Master Ogrevi has never been absent, even for major magical research. For the Holy Soul Wizard, it is easy to send a clone to attend or have students replace it.

Ren was also surprised.

He and the teacher had imagined a lot of situations, but never thought that Master Ogulevi was absent from the projection meeting.

The projection meeting was talking in the air, and the real body was thousands of miles away. It was too easy to hide your physical state. Even the Holy Soul Wizard cannot see through disguise or polymorphism through projection.

In the past few hundred years, Master Ogurevi has not shown any clues.

"Did he notice?"

Ren suddenly had a bad feeling.

Could it be that his provocation against Nether was too fierce and unscrupulous, and Master Ogulevi found some clues and knew that this meeting might be aimed at him, so he was directly absent?

But the absence of a person is meaningless.

In the Supreme Council, the status of all Holy Soul Wizards is the same in name. Whether it is the founder or the Big Three, there are no substantive regulations.

As long as more than half of the Supreme Council agrees, the resolution can be passed.

Ren was in shock, Master Ogulevi must be very aware of this, maybe his absence was not to stop Dean Sabra's application, but for another reason.

The teacher's plan is not to attack at the meeting, but to fish out Master Ogulevi.

But before you hit the hook, the fish ran away!

While Rennes was thinking about it, Anse Verdas, who was sitting first on the left, said: "Everyone, Master Ogulevi has been late for more than five minutes, and has been absent for no reason. Let's start."

The expressions of the other Holy Soul Wizards changed slightly.

Several of them noticed something and took a deep look at Anse Verdas, but they did not object. This is the rule of the Supreme Council.

"The truth lives on!"

The twelve Holy Spirit wizards sang in unison to the Goddess of Magic ~www.readwn.com~ to represent the start of the meeting.

"The first is the vote of the new members." Anse Waldos took over the meeting process very strongly, "The Empire has not had a Holy Soul Wizard for 98 years, and the members of the Supreme Council have increased to thirteen, making our strength To grow, this is not only the blessing of the goddess, but also the efforts of Dean Sabra."

"I propose here that Sabra Percival officially enters the Supreme Council!"

"Please raise your hand if you disagree."

The voice of Anse Waldos fell, and the Holy Soul wizards turned to look at the back of the long table. Rao was Sarab who had lived for hundreds of years, and he knew that this was just a process, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

After waiting for half a minute, no one raised a hand.

This was the hardest half-minute of Sabra's life.

Anse Waldos announced loudly: "Welcome Dean Sabra to join us!"