Chapter 182

In the northwest corner of the wizard world, it is called the central position of the three western islands of Mercia, DEXA and yingley. In the three continents recognized by ordinary people as the mainland, the casters and powerful knights are regarded as the central position of the island. On the sea level, a snow-white kilometer high tower stands.

The white holy tower goes straight into the sky. Below the holy tower is a giant forest similar to an ecological park, which inhabits the terrible lives of many powerful Warcraft and even super Warcraft.

These Warcraft that have reached level 1 or even level 2 are just the watchdog of magicians in the holy tower, or just as experimental materials for their stocking.

At the bottom of the holy tower itself is a disk-shaped building. There are many magicians in and out of it. Almost all of them are high-level apprentices, including many formal magicians. This is the school of the holy tower. Those formal magicians are the mentors of these high-level apprentices.

From the bottom to the top of the holy tower, magicians live in each floor, and with the increase of the number of floors and the height, the strength of the magicians living in them is also rising.

On the 436th floor of the holy tower, in a circular conference hall, there are more than ten magicians in different shapes wearing robes or high caps.

Why do they have different shapes? Because some people's lower body has no legs, but a flame. Some people's body is directly a lump of white spar. Some people don't look like people at all. They either have a spider like head or a blank face, just like a piece of flawless white skin on their face, which gives people a strange and scary feeling.

Fortunately, these are only special cases. Most magicians can still recognize them from their appearance. They belong to human beings.

"The Panamanian master's command came from the space fortress. The Centaur world still needs a million slave regiments and 2000 magicians to fight. Who will go?" Like a piece of iron stuck in his throat, the hoarse voice came from an old man in black. The old man was shrouded in black fog. No matter how close you were to him, you couldn't see what he looked like.

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, and no one had an interface.

After a while, the old woman with spots on her face said, "the Centaur world is about to be captured under the personal attack of the Panamanian master. Why do you need reinforcements?"

"It seems that their plane consciousness woke up for a few seconds." The old man explained.

The meeting room fell into silence again, and the plane consciousness woke up, which will at least temporarily increase the combat effectiveness of the ethnic group of the standard plane by one third. If you want to win the Centaur plane, it is expected to be delayed for another one or two hundred years.

"What about activating the goblin world?" In the conference room, a black crow stood on the shoulder of a magician and said that the crow's spiritual expression and fluent language can see that it has good wisdom.

"Activating the goblin world may have to give up temporarily. We should focus on the strategic focus of the Panamanian master." The other half body was angry, but the other half body was a mass of ice. The magician said helplessly, with a sour tone.

"Hum, that's the micro plane that produces the essence of activation. I don't believe you, who maintain the body of ice and fire, are not interested." The crow glanced at the magician disdainfully.

"What did the people in the knight's palace say?" Asked another magician in the conference room.

"During the recruitment period, the official Knights went to the Centaur world with Lord Gaia and Lord zekray," said a magician.

"It's said that they transferred more than half of the official knights in the preparatory period some time ago and put them all into the Centaur world." This is the news of another magician.

"Those two Centaur gods are so powerful? The Panamanian master, together with Lord Gaia and Lord zekray, didn't win."

"After all, the plane consciousness was awakened by the group of centaurs."

"That shouldn't be."

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The quiet meeting room slowly became as noisy as a vegetable market. The black robed old man in the Abbot's meeting didn't even shout "Silence" for several times. At last, a black light was emitted from the seal in the old man's hand, and there was no sound in the meeting room.

The black crow opened his big eyes and looked at the magicians around with his lips as wide as it, but he couldn't say anything.

"Silent light", the signature magic of Panamanian master, the owner of this holy tower, is only a castrated version of silent light. Under normal circumstances, this magic should solidify and passivate all the surrounding elements, rather than isolate the sound as it is now.

When the people in the meeting room stopped talking, the old man sighed and took back the seal, and the black light curtain disappeared.

Not only the black crow, everyone in the conference room took a solemn look at the seal, which was a keepsake left by the Panamanian master to the old man in black, which means that the old man in black will command most of the things of the holy tower in his absence.

"The question now is who will go to the Centaur to fight." The old man in black sighed that he really didn't want to be the vice president of the Santa college. He was tired and easy to offend others. He wanted to indulge in his own laboratory rather than in this boring debate.

"I'll go!" Said a magician wearing a mask.

"I'll go too!"

"And me!"

More than half of the more than ten magicians present raised their hands.

A quill pen moved without wind and appeared in front of the old man in black robe. A series of names were recorded on the sheepskin roll.

"The slave Corps will be drawn from the world of Sarum and the world of lava giants just enslaved." The old man in black suggested that there was no objection from the people around him.

At the end of the meeting, when the old man in black left with the sheepskin roll recording the names of several magicians, the atmosphere in the meeting room was light.

"Another eight level-3 magicians joined the battlefield, and the Centaur world will last for another 100 years at most." The black crow flew happily, landed on the shoulders of other magicians, and chatted with others.

"What's the use? The world of activated goblins with greater value has slipped away from us. I don't know when to catch this kind of horizontal road sign next time." It was a middle-aged magician who spoke to the crow. Listening to his tone, he was also very sorry.

"Not necessarily." The crow widened his eyes. First, he looked around and no one noticed them. Then he flew nervously to the middle-aged magician's ear and whispered, "don't forget that there is an odyssey adult on the three western islands."

"Oh?" The middle-aged magician showed an interested expression, "what news have you got?"

The black crow did not speak, but squeezed his eyes and rubbed his wings very philistinely.