The day of the Demon Tide was like a talisman, driving the massive machine of the middle continent full of rust and rotting parts to start creaking and slowing.

I have to say that the middle of the continent is indeed the most densely populated and resource-rich region in the entire wizarding world.

Although for tens of thousands of years, the central part of the continent has been in a state of fragmentation. However, once the excellent innate genes allow it to have a core that can gather strength, the vitality and strong vitality that radiate in an instant make everyone who is familiar with it feel secretly frightened.

The wizards of the Guild, who had been making waves in the central part of the country, retreated to the east and began the arduous and lengthy work of building towers around the Moyuan Valley.

If the Great Spatial Rift in the middle of the continent is a fair lady, then the Crack in the Moyuan Valley that is sealed is a mammoth giant elephant.

The size of the two sides is not in the same order of magnitude at all, and the headache caused by this is even more incomprehensible to the wizards of the association.

The guild wizard in charge of building towers in the Moyuan Valley is on the verge of suicide!

In a small area of nearly a hundred miles, you want to cram more than five high-level witch towers in one go, and let them not interfere with each other, so that the elemental altar can work normally. This almost unreasonable demand was an unsolvable conundrum that drove the director of the association to his senses.

You must know that the core component of a witch tower is the elemental altar hidden deep inside, relying on the elemental altar to continuously draw magical energy from the elemental realm and the plane void, in order to support the never-ending elemental needs of the wizard tower.

According to the experience of the construction of wizard towers in the past, the distance between the two elemental altars is close to a hundred miles, and the elemental disturbance of frantically absorbing magical energy from each other will cause unpredictable energy resonance, thus affecting the stability of the surrounding void.

At that time, the five witch towers built in the Moyuan Valley were running at the same time, and I was afraid that before the enemy could attack, the spatial interference they caused would be able to kill themselves.

However, if it is impossible to build multiple witch towers, it means that when the demon tide is turbulent, there will only be one witch tower in the Moyuan Valley to support the elemental barrier for the wizards. In the face of the terrifying star beasts with rough skin and thick flesh, sharp magic attacks, and amazing magic defenses, this support is still too thin.

As a last resort, the Wizarding Association had no choice but to find another way to set up an energy exchange pool somewhere underground hundreds of miles away from the Moyuan Valley, and use this alien technology to provide energy support for the frontline witch towers with knowledge of the Arcane Empire.

This does allow more Witch Towers to operate at full capacity due to interference with each other, but it also leaves a fatal crux on the overall war layout.

It is conceivable that when the tide of magic power breaks through the spatial rift and a large number of star beasts and strange monsters swarm in, it will be the moment to test the courage of the wizards of the association!

If something happens to the energy exchange pool at that time......

To be honest, such a scene was unimaginable to the top of the association.

Even the powerful wizarding association had to tremble and be cautious in the face of the demon tide, and the other two major organizations did not dare to take it lightly.

Surprisingly, the entire wizarding world suddenly became more peaceful and quiet than ever.

All wizarding organizations are like ants nesting and want to protect their acres and thirds of their land before the rainstorm comes. Although they didn't make a big deal of it, all kinds of cautious and crazy tower-building behaviors still caused a lot of waves in the mortal world.

Time flies......

Eight years had passed, and the preparations of the wizards were nearing the end, and the news of the coming tide of demons spread on a large scale in the mortal world.

And it was a group of crazy people who spread the news.

Yes, just when the demon tide was coming, a group of crazy guys suddenly appeared in the major major cities and small and medium-sized towns. Some of them proclaimed to be prophets, some proclaimed that the Great Will was the source of dreams, and frantically proclaimed the coming of terrible times.

At first, the rulers and nobles of the human kingdom scoffed at this and put them in prison. But it's weird, the more you kill, the more crazy people come out.

Eventually, even the top brass of these human kingdoms became skeptical and panicked.

With their skills and political sense, they quickly sensed that the wind was not in the right direction. Because when they secretly inquired with those familiar wizards in private, the answers they got were so vague and confusing.

Compared to wizards, mortals' memories and fears of the demon tide have become extremely blurred with the grinding of the long years, and even ignorant of them. The legends and materials of the mortal world about the demon tide have been destroyed by the wizards, so they have no way of knowing how to deal with the impending danger.

Naturally, there are no fools who can become the rulers of the human realm, and from the moment they smell the smell of danger, they start an alternative 'escape'.

No one knows where it will be a pure land and where it will become a terrible battlefield, but there is nothing wrong with clinging to the strong. Therefore, a large number of nobles have quietly sent their direct blood descendants or the more outstanding descendants of their own families to the towers guarded by wizards.

After all, in their hearts, the Wizard's Tower is a symbol of absolute power and the last fortified fortress that will never fall!

Families can be frustrated and territories can be lost, but as long as the 'roots' are still there, there is hope for everything.

The last two years passed quickly......

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Northland, Tower of Destiny.

Two witches, an old man and a young witch, stood silently in the center of the astrological hall, looking up at the dark and deep night sky.

There, in the deepest part of the Sea of Magic, strange energy fluctuations stirred the starry sky and washed the stars. The stars were shining and burning, radiating a thousand times more brilliant light than usual, illuminating the entire night sky.

These rays of light are intertwined with each other, as if an unprecedented battle is being staged.

The stars exhausted the power of the starlight, and finally became much duller and obscure again. There were even some stars that swayed and fell, piercing through the star field and disappearing into the depths of darkness.

All of a sudden, the beautiful starry sky became so magnificent and brilliant!

"The magic tide has begun!"

Alice looked up at the starry sky, her ivory crystal clear face looked so charming and beautiful in the starlight, and her bright star-like eyes directly reflected the movement of the sun, moon and stars.

Although I had been expecting and preparing for this scene, I saw that the deepest shadow in the night was still expanding, swallowing up the entire starry sky little by little. Even with Alice's composure and serenity, she couldn't help but sigh faintly.

"Teacher......" Standing quietly behind Alice, Lucia, a beautiful girl who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, showed a melancholy and dazed look on her face, hesitated for a long time and finally asked: "Is this outbreak of the magic tide related to the Arcane Empire?"

Having studied with Alice for so long, as a Tier 2 astrologer and a Tier 1 arcanist, Lucia could naturally detect something from the drastic starlight changes in the starry sky.

"Since you're aware of it, you shouldn't ask it. Remember, as an astrologer who has dedicated himself to fate, fate is always with you. And all you need to do is open your mind and really accept it!"

Speaking of this, Alice turned around, looked at Lucia quietly, and sighed with a doting face: "Are you still unwilling to dedicate yourself to fate?"

"My life and soul belong to the arcane! I will not dedicate myself to a second object except the arcane......" Lucia was still determined.

Alice sighed faintly: "If you accept fate, fate is your weapon, it is your life, it is your everything! But if you reject fate, it is your greatest burden! You have to think about it......"

A bright smile appeared on Lucia's face, and she said loudly, "I have thought about it from the moment I was resurrected on the first day. Everything I have belongs to the arcane and cannot be dedicated to anyone else!"

Alice sighed faintly again, no longer dwelling on the question, and turned back to continue looking up at the starry sky. She knew that at this moment, there were countless powerhouses in countless planes looking up at the same starry sky.

And their hearts are probably as emotional as themselves!

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Silver Alliance.

The crisp and melodious sound of the bell echoes and stirs over the city in the sky.

Countless silver-robed Alliance wizards rushed out of their residences and laboratories, occupying all rooftops and open halls, quietly looking up at the starry sky that was burning brightly. They were silently chanting that terrible word full of magic and awe.

Magic Tide ......

After ten years of waiting and preparation, the expected magic tide has finally begun to break out!

The obelisk, which stood on top of the sky, with its base buried in the Golden Stone Square, and the upper end submerged into a powerful and strange void vortex, also shone brightly at the same time.

Rows and rows of mysterious and mysterious magic runes on the body of the stele lit up one after another, forming a series of brilliant and beautiful rune light bands, floating in the sky above Jinshi Square.

This is the forbidden land of the Silver Alliance, and even those Fourth-Order Councilors can't set foot in here without permission.

However, just as the rampaging demon tide erupted, and the obelisk began to glow, two light gates lit up in the square at the same time, and two elderly wizards wearing pointed hats, old robes, and witch rods emerged from them.

As soon as they stepped out of the light gate, they saw each other.

The old man on the left preemptively touched his chest and said astringently, "Welcome back, Douglas...... My lord!"

The latter glanced carefully at the other party's snow-white beard and old-fashioned tortoiseshell glasses tucked into the bridge of his nose, and couldn't help but shake his head: "I knew you would be here." In the event of such a big event, you, the one who is in charge of the Tower of the Prophet, will definitely appear. Tell me, what are you stopping me here for?"