Looking at Hawthorn on stage.

Saya didn't know what kind of mood she was feeling.

The counter-evidence is very complicated: 'I don't know if my luck is good or bad, how did I get hit by the first world war in more than 100,000 years, and I am not even an official wizard. ’

This unexpected unfolding directly disrupted his ninety percent thoughts.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

In despair, he found that he couldn't do anything but watch......

Who am I, where am I, what should I do?

Not only him, these three questions have become the doubts of most people in the wizarding world.

And those mortal countries that have just been notified don't even have the slightest concept, what is that thing about world war??

Something that hadn't happened for hundreds of thousands of years caught them off guard in an instant.

It's too far away for them.

The sense of substitution is the same as that of ancient mythology.

Suddenly put in front of them, they really couldn't understand it.

[Increase the population at all costs.] 】

Looking at this simple order, many kings scratched their hair, a little unclear.

Until the next day, another order came down.

[Within three days, marriageable men and women must marry if there are enough people of the opposite sex, and if they refuse to marry, they will be hanged on the spot.] 】

Only then did I realize what kind of strength the so-called do whatever it takes.

The folk are directly a chaotic chaos of chickens and dogs.

Many single dogs are immediately faced with the choice of either getting married or dying on the spot.

It's a bit sudden.

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Day 5.

The Heart of Silence is thousands of meters underground.

In a vast extradimensional space created by sorcery and a large number of witchcraft.

Saya is directing the slaves to deliver food and nourishment to the pens.

A large number of demonic beasts that have just been unsealed are in a period of inevitable weakness because they have just recovered, and these materials are the supplies for them to restore their strength.

And when Saya took up the job, it was the day after the war announcement was issued.

It was also at that time that he realized that there were so many different spaces under the academy where he had been staying for several years.

Thirty-six layers of animal pen space.

Each layer is home to hundreds of millions of magical beasts, and those magical beasts have been controlled by witchcraft since their ancestors.

Intelligence and strength are restricted, and there is nothing on the mind except to kill, reproduce, and obey orders!

The intelligence that was originally close to that of humans is only about the same as that of cats and dogs.

And when it grows to a certain extent, it will be sealed and preserved.

This not only saves space and feeding supplies for the animals, but also prevents them from dying of old age in vain, which can be used as a reserve for soldiers.

If even the reserve space is full, those extra magical beasts will be killed according to the principle of strength from weak to strong, and transported to other places in the academy as materials for the teachers and students inside.

And that's where Silent Heart comes from, day and night.

Saya is now in charge of a small area on the 11th floor of the beast pen, and there are probably millions of newly revived demonic beasts to manage under her hands.

These demonic beasts are the weakest level 2 peak, the strongest level 3 peak, and the fourth level is not, because at that level of strength, even if it is the witchcraft of the blood and soul, there is a considerable probability of being broken through by it, so it belongs to something outside the safety line.

Watching the truckloads of supplies being transported away, Saya couldn't tell what kind of mood she was in.

A few days ago, he never dreamed that he could manage so many powerful demonic beasts with one wizard apprentice!

Pick any of the weakest of them and you can squirt him to death in one go.

And millions of people huddled together, and the power that automatically emanated from the surface of his body alone could make him unsteady on his feet, and he felt like he was about to faint.

If it weren't for the robes he wore to isolate his momentum, he wouldn't have been able to do this job at all.

'I don't know what happened to Char, he seems to be taking care of the old wizards who have just been revived, and I just hope they don't have too hard tempers......

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The old man with white hair and strong muscles roared angrily at the thin bamboo pole-like dwarf beside him: "Eat Lao Tzu's punch!"

"Bang!"

After not dodging or dodging, after taking a hard punch with his head, the short wizard didn't even shake his body, and said with a strange smile on his face: "Jie Ji ~ Waste!

Seeing that the other party dared to mock himself, the white-haired old man was furious: "Bastard thing, my Carterian flow fighting technique is not blown!"

The dwarf shot back disdainfully: "It's just a scumbag, it's all spicy chicken in front of my Elthra flow alchemy sorcery!"

"I'm ......"

"Silly ......"

The two started again in the midst of scolding each other.

The onlookers next to him could only be anxious in their eyes, and the old man with two heads on the side hurriedly persuaded: "Stop fighting, stop fighting, please stop fighting! You are all wizards, you can't beat people like this!"

"him! The wizard uses a hammer for witchcraft, witchcraft is for weak chickens, and it is fun to hit with fists!"

"Hit, hard, beautiful! It's this left hook!"

"Who ate my bread!"

"Does anyone want to go out and prostitute ......?"

"What! Lao Tzu's kingdom has been dead for tens of thousands of years!"

"What! The kingdom that destroyed my kingdom has also perished for tens of thousands of years!"

"What! That place has changed countries 985 times!"

"I'll hit you......"

Hiding in the corner, watching the scene of ghosts roaring and screaming and dancing not far away, Char's young heart was very overwhelmed.

"Do these bigwigs need to be taken care of by others?" they can eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, fight and fight, and they are full of energy!"

These guys were quite normal when they just woke up, they all looked like serious people, all of them had serious faces and full of aura!

But it didn't take two or three days to become this virtue, just like having lost your mind, even if you indulge wantonly, you still spit on the ground to affect hygiene, and you don't have the original image at all.

According to the information he obtained, the two guys fighting in the center of the field, the old man with a muscular appearance, slept for more than 40,000 years, and the short one who looked a little stunted slept for more than 90,000 years, and even participated in the last world war.

And the people present, excluding him who made soy sauce and the slave who was responsible for serving tea and pouring water, these sub-wizards all had at least level 4 strength!

Although these guys don't have hundreds of years to live and have entered the end of their lives, they are all very good at fighting, so they chose to be sealed and become the foundation of the wizarding world.

Char was puzzled and thought: 'Isn't hundreds of years a long time?, why do these guys talk like they are dying soon, maybe this is the mentality of the strong......