The latter sentence is more complex and difficult to distinguish...... It wouldn't be very pleasant to think about. Fernan stared gloomily at the ghostly-faced madman in the blood mist, but he couldn't do anything about him. Even through the barrier, the banyan tree outside could have stretched out long aerial roots with the snap of his fingers, binding the enemy into a strong knot...... He has tried, but has not received a response.

Are those old trees that are almost the same age as the Archmage Tower also withered and died?

He turned around and walked back to the library, but also whispered to the mage behind him, "Let's see if anyone knows him...... Find out what he does. ”

From the previous sentence and the fanaticism in the other party's eyes, it was enough to guess his identity - a fanatic. Furnanken didn't want to face a group of undead people who were obviously living people but had no reason to talk about. The best thing to do is to be when he doesn't exist.

He wasn't worried about any idiot...... Or someone with ulterior motives will let him in. Without his permission, the barrier could never have been opened, and no one could enter or exit in any way. It's just that the other party gives up so easily, but it seems to have no fear...... He was probably sure they couldn't escape, they just weren't fast enough?

The library's last defense is a secret. With the exception of him and his chosen successor, only the Master of Verona of the Tower of Supreme knew about it. It was not destroyed beforehand, so at least Verona was not the one behind the scenes, but his "successor...... Although he is still loyal, he is really not mature enough.

He thought there was still time.

Another exclamation made his already bottomed out patience even more and more precarious. He looked back with suppressed anger, and only then did he realize that the exclamation was not fear...... It's a surprise.

Another light swept over the barrier, washing away the mottled blood-red trail of water from it.

Fernan raised an eyebrow and quickened his pace.

In the quietest corner of the library, in front of the sarcophagus of the three archmages, an uneasy crowd is still crowded here...... Just retreat a little further.

Fernan parted the crowd and was not surprised to see Verona's thin and clumsy figure, but he was also unconsciously relieved.

He hadn't had any dealings with Verona for several years. He was older than he remembered, so old that it seemed as if he could fall to the ground at any moment, scattering into a pile of ashes. But he is still the master of the Tower...... He was the only disciple of Harold the Silver Staff.

The old mage's skeletal fingers brushed over the silver markings on the sarcophagus in front of him—a long staff with a head bent like a snake, and his expression was a little dazed. Even Fernand stood silently, not daring to make a noise, until he turned around and bowed.

“...... Ah, it's you. Verona spoke nonchalantly, as if it had taken a moment to remember who he was, "You're still here?"

- Where else should he be?

Fernand couldn't help but sneer, but respectfully held the old man's arm when he naturally reached out his hand.

With their footsteps, the crowd parted like a tidal wave. Verona glanced at it and said slowly: "Look...... What a meek and pitiful flock of little lambs. ”

Fernand smiled wryly.

With nowhere to go and no idea what to do, they had to concentrate in the library, and there weren't many high-level mages in the first place—those people were either traveling or concentrated in the Four Towers. At this moment, there are only those who can only nest here, and they are useless people, who have no advantage other than instinctive obedience to authority. If you are facing a visible enemy, you can still count more or less, but now......

Fernan looked at the young faces with panic and confusion, full of irritability, but a trace of guilt rose.

The people who were able to enter the Archmage Tower were all already outstanding. However, today's Archmage Tower is not a place that could have been achieved by individual efforts a few decades ago...... On top of the basic lessons for everyone, more things are in the hands of higher-level mages—advanced spells, cheats, materials...... No matter how talented you are, how hard you study, you can't get the favor of high-level mages, and if you climb up step by step, you won't be able to get more resources, and you will even be suppressed in various ways. Many young people who were once full of enthusiasm have lost their way in such a day-by-day waste. The closer you get to the center, the more lifeless they become, their eyes always full of suspicion and contempt, and the more peripheral places are bustling with activity...... But how different is it from the market on the pier of Neo City?

This is not the kind of person that the Archmage Tower wanted to cultivate when it was founded...... Among the towers, what really matters has long since collapsed.

“...... It's our fault. He said.

Verona gave him a surprised look, was silent for a moment, and nodded.

"It's only been decades...... he said, "and humans are forgetful, aren't they?"

There seemed to be something deep in that simple sentence, but Fernand couldn't tell it.

They walked towards the center of the library. The huge crystal ball was now under the protection of a team of mages, and every moment of change would immediately reach Fernand's ears.

It no longer reflected its reflection, but shone slightly, as if it would rise as usual when night fell, casting a light softer than the sun, brighter than the full moon, to every corner of the hall.

"You know what's the easiest way?" Verona pointed to the glowing orb and told Fernand bluntly, "Smash it." ”

Fernand was stunned and blurted out: "Stobel is still inside......"

The old mage sneered, "So he's not too stupid...... It's just not crisp enough. ”

“...... So you know everything?"

"Why do you all like to ask such stupid questions?" Verona narrowed her eyes disdainfully, "Even if I knew everything, I should have silently helped you solve all your problems?

The corners of Fernand's mouth twitched, and he thought it was better not to dwell on this kind of problem with an old man who could be justifiably unreasonable.

Verona stretched out his hand, not needing to touch the crystal ball, he could already feel a slight heat—it was hot. What would the world be like inside? He was a little curious, but now that he had made his choice......

"Then wait. He muttered.

They didn't wait long.

When the blue light outside the window was swallowed up by the blood, and when another defense collapsed easily in the blood mist for a few moments, the crystal ball slowly rose in the more and more dazzling light with a strange hum, like a sun that could not be seen directly. The entire library was trembling—everyone's hearts and souls were trembling with it, as if it would shatter in the next moment.

The light exploded silently...... Then came complete darkness.

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