The whole of Northland is the territory of witches.

The once powerful thirteen witch factions divided the entire Northland into thirteen closely linked subordinate territories, and in the center they guarded was a neutral territory that was almost hundreds of miles wide.

The seat of the Council of Witches, Werning!

Seriously, Werning is also a huge city, with a population of nearly 300,000. The city is best known for its central council hall, a sacred place for witch chiefs to gather and confide.

Since each witch faction has its own territory, and it dominates all external affairs within the territory. So unless it was a big incident involving multiple witch factions, the witch leaders would not waste their precious time running to this 'remote' place to quarrel at the conference table.

So all along, this Verning has always been under the guardianship of the witch-neutral family of the Sedarseria family. And in order to maintain their justice and fairness, the Saidaseria family vowed to protect Werning for the rest of their lives, and would never dig out the strength of the family beyond Werning.

It is precisely by relying on the constraints of this ancient oath that even though only seven of the thirteen witch factions were now left, and the surrounding faction territories have changed many times in the vicissitudes of life, the Iron Mask banner of the Saidaseria family has always flown in the sky over Werning and has never changed.

It was a quiet and peaceful afternoon.

Just as Usa and five witch apprentices were patrolling the sky around Werning on broomsticks, they suddenly saw a black dot suddenly appear in the distant sky.

Outsiders came to Vierning?

Uzza frowned, flicked the broomstick under him with his hand, turned around and flew over with the person facing the black dot.

There were still one or two hundred meters away, and the witch of Usa, who was the captain of the patrol, couldn't help frowning.

There were three people who came, and they rode on a magic carpet, which is also the most common mode of transportation used by Northland witches during group activities.

Throw on the trio.

Kneeling at the front, seriously controlling the magic carpet to fly is a witch apprentice, looking at his appearance and figure, it seems that he is only eight or nine years old. The apprentice's robe she wore was oddly styled, and the badge on her chest seemed to be engraved with the symbol of the scales, which was the first time in nearly a hundred years that the witch of Usa had seen such a badge.

Behind the witch apprentice sat two real witches with strange appearances.

The one at the head was dressed in a purple robe of fine stars, with long silver hair like satin scattered over his shoulders, and his face was unusually soft and serene. There is an impressive pair of blue eyes in the narrow Danfeng eyes, and the essence flashes to give people a bewitching and mysterious taste.

And the last witch is a bit weirder.

She was a stout figure that no longer resembled a woman, with a pair of pirate-like blindfolds, blue leather armor, and a thick wooden staff the thickness of a bowl in her hand that looked heavy.

Riding her broomstick in front of the magic carpet, Witch Usa looked at the visitors many times, but could not match them with the witches she knew in her head.

Finally, she couldn't help but open her mouth.

"I'm sorry, but there's Vilning City up ahead! If you want to visit here, please go back to the ground and follow the rules. Otherwise......"

According to the rules handed down from ancient times, ordinary witches were not allowed to fly within thirty miles of Werning City, and were subject to the full supervision of the witches of the Sedaseria family. Only the Witch Boss and the Sydathriya Witches, who exist as defenders, can make exceptions!

It's just that the Witches' Council has gradually become an ornament over the years, so these rules have been somewhat relaxed. If thousands of years ago, ordinary witches dared to break into the vicinity of Werning City with such a big thorn, and the witches of the Saidaseria family would have taken it down a long time ago, and they would have stepped forward so politely to persuade them to retreat.

"As far as I know, some witches have the right to fly directly to the council halls!" the beautiful purple-robed witch suddenly spoke, her voice low and pleasant, but with a faint hint of inviolable threat.

"Of course, that's what the Council of Witches has said. A contemptuous smile appeared on Witch Usa's face: "However, that rule only applies to the witch leaders of the various factions, ordinary witches can ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Witch Usa's voice suddenly stopped, for she saw a mysterious card with a multicolored glare in the beautiful witch's raised hand.

"Fate cards?" Witch Usa can become the captain of the patrol team, and she is obviously much more knowledgeable than ordinary people. Sensing the mysterious power on the card, she couldn't help but lose her voice and said, "You...... You are...... Alice, the Witch of Fate?"

Although the Saidathriya family stayed in Vilning City and never interfered with the witch faction's private disturbances, they were also slightly aware of the reopening of the Tower of Destiny and the reappearance of the Witch of Destiny.

During the battle of fate, the Saidaseria family also sent one or two representatives to watch the ceremony, and when they returned, they all described the new fate witch Alice as a mysterious and unpredictable figure.

"I'm Alice, the leader of the Witches of Fate, and I need to go to the council hall now. Why, are you still planning to stop me?" Alice stared coldly at the witch of House Saidaseria.

"Don't dare...... Uzza is willing to show you the way!"

Although the person standing opposite Usa was only a first-order witch, the 'aura' of the witch leader on the other party's head was not something she could easily offend.

Therefore, in the face of the powerful Witch of Destiny, Alice, the Witch of Ursa had no choice but to get out of the way and fly with them to the city of Werning.

An hour later, the melodious bells of the Witches' Council Hall rang throughout the city.

Hearing the bell, many of the residents of Werning City stepped out of their houses and gathered in the street to look out at the palace of the Parliament from which the bell came.

For most people, the bell is quite unfamiliar and overwhelmed!

But for some of the old men, the bell brought back distant memories that they had buried in their memories.

"The bell rings...... I know...... This is the bell for the meeting of the witch chiefs...... I remember, I remember...... When I was a child, my gray-haired grandfather described this kind of bell to me......"

Listening to the old man's excited shout, everyone who heard it couldn't help but be stunned.

Most of them had lived in Vilning all their lives, but it was the first time they had heard of such a bell. Don't...... Could it be that the long-sealed witches' council is going to be convened again?

"Witches' meeting, do you hear this bell and all the witch chieftains are coming?" someone asked, puzzled.

"Will definitely come...... As long as they are the witches of the Northlands, they will definitely come when they hear this bell......" In the midst of the discussion, the old man's weak cry seemed a little hoarse.

As the former center of power in the Northlands, Werning City has been silent for too long!

Now that I suddenly heard the bell ringing again, the hearts of all the city residents were surging with an unconcealable torrent, and their faces showed excitement and joy.

Bursts of cheers and dances turned the city of Werning into a sea of joy almost instantly!

And just as the city's inhabitants spontaneously celebrated, countless apprentice witches wearing the crest of the Saidaseria family stepped on their broomsticks and rushed out of Werning City, heading towards the territory of the other witch factions.

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Alice, who had just ascended to the position of Witch of Destiny for less than a year, actually used her power as a leader to make a proposal to all the witch factions to convene a meeting of witches.

For a while, one stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the entire Northland became agitated, and everyone was talking about it, not knowing what the newly appointed leader of the Witch of Destiny was going to do.

And the various witch factions are even more puzzled, not knowing how to deal with this spoiler who does not play his cards according to common sense.

According to the tradition of the ancient witches, only the witch leader could file a motion, call a witch council, and then vote to deal with some of the witches' internal problems.

However, as the years passed, the various witch factions invested their energy in the expansion and development of their own territory, and the witch council, which was once the highest authority of the witches of the Northlands, became less and less important. Even if there are occasional disputes between factions, most of them are resolved by several faction leaders getting together to negotiate, and rarely resorting to the 'big killer' of the Witches' Council.

So invisibly, the Witches' Council was slowly hollowed out, and it became a rubber stamp of the existing witch factions that took turns to send people to sit in the village, and were only responsible for managing some neutral public cities.

However, the prestige of the Witches' Council will only be dusted away, but it will not be erased.

So when the bell rang again in the palace hall of the city of Werning, the whole of the Northland was turned upside down.

Although they were not optimistic about the Alice Witch, and although they did not want the Witches' Council to be above them again, when the bell rang, all the witch leaders could only leave the affairs at hand with a black face and rush all the way to that familiar and unfamiliar place, Werning City.

For a while, the surroundings of Werning City were surging again, and a large number of witches came every day. On the third day of the bell, even the leader of the Pale Witches, who was furthest from here, appeared in the council hall.

At this point, all the witch chieftains of the entire Northland have gathered in Werning City.

After a lapse of 132 years, a new council of witches has been convened.

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The so-called Parliament Hall is actually nothing more than an old fortress-style castle.

The place where the witch chieftains held their councils was, after all, nothing more than a dimly lit side hall on the second floor of the castle.

On the walls of the side hall, there are also three narrow and narrow windows. Since sunlight is difficult to penetrate, even in the daytime, it is necessary to light torches to illuminate every corner.

In the side hall, a very ordinary long table was placed in the middle, and along the edge of the table were fourteen crude wooden high-backed chairs. Except for a black high-backed chair at one end of the bench table, the other thirteen were placed on either side of the bench table.

Each high-backed chair is etched with the corresponding witch logo on the chair.

However, at this moment, there were only eight people sitting in the thirteen high-backed chairs, and the remaining five chairs were still empty. As for the black high-backed chair at the head of the table, no one dared to approach it easily.

According to legend, the black high-backed chair was the seat of the Witch King.

Here, no one dares to offend the majesty of the witch king!

Although she has been out of the territory for tens of thousands of years.