Silver Alliance, Prophet Tower.

Ever since the Tide of Magic erupted, the gray-haired old tower master had locked himself to the top of the tower, and spent days and nights flipping through the mysterious files stored in the Prophet's Tower for tens of thousands of years.

While flipping through the pages, he was still muttering a string of inexplicable words such as "three kings" and "retro" in his mouth.

However, on this very day, the young apprentice of the dossier Thorne cautiously walked into the old man's dwelling with a wooden tray and a few simple dishes on it, and asked softly, "Teacher, you should have something to eat!"

"Don't eat, don't eat...... Take it away...... Don't interfere with my train of thought......" The old tower master changed his usual wise and profound appearance, became irritable and irritable, and waved his arms to drive Thornke out: "Damn it...... I always felt like I had forgotten something...... Why I don't understand what happened there?Alice ...... It must have been that Alice doing something...... Why do these damn witches of fate always like to mess up their fate?"

Just as he slapped the wooden table, the silent Prophet's Eye above his head suddenly burst into a brilliant golden light, and then began to rumble and turn, casting the golden light in a certain direction to the northwest.

"The wheel of fortune turned...... There is another great wizard in the wizarding world...... Quick, Thornke, help me up to see, which guy is so lucky, let's see, is it the Wizarding Guild or the middle one?" At the incoherent urging of the old tower's master, Thornke hurriedly put down his plate and helped the teacher up a narrow spiral stone staircase to the Prophet's Eye at the top of the tower.

When he arrived here, the old tower master suddenly had a surge of strength, shook off Thorne, threw himself on the altar, and threw all his spiritual power into the eyes of the prophet who was running as fast as a precision machine.

The Prophet's Eye is a large openwork metal ball, two meters in diameter, suspended above the altar. And in the center of the metal ball, a strange eye opened, with the whites of the eyes, the pupils, and the blood lines, which looked extremely flexible when they were turned around.

This is not a witchcraft eye, but a true super-order creature eyeball.

It is with the help of the eyeballs of this super-creature that the Tower of the Prophet can cross thousands of miles, penetrate any barrier of sorcery, and see what it wants to see. It's just that no matter how powerful the psionic eye is, it can't see through the fog condensed by the power of fate.

So, one prophet hates nothing more than anyone else, but another prophet!

"Mist of Fate...... I hate it, and sure enough, it's Alice's breath...... However, judging by the environment here, it should be in the middle, so the one who has advanced this time must be the legendary fire witch...... Hahaha...... Even Douglas can't help this fire witch, could it be that he can really copy the legend of the Three Kings of the Ancients......"

I have to say that guys with a bit of fate divination are a little neurotic. And this old tower master, who has lived for nearly a thousand years, is even more crazy and incoherent at the moment. He peered into the distance with the help of the Prophet's Eye, muttering words and words that no one could understand.

The Three Kings of the Ancients......

Thornke was listening inexplicably, but the old word caught his attention. When he was flipping through the ancient scrolls countless times, the word appeared most frequently in antiquity.

The Three Kings of Antiquity refer to the three powerhouses who founded the three major wizarding organizations in the wizarding world in ancient times.

They are the founders of the Witches of the Northlands, and Salem, known as the Queen of Witches, the King of Witches, and the Witches of the Ancients. The other is Ignaz, who claims to have mastered the rules of the earth, and he is also the first president of the Wizarding Association. The last is an Upanishads and Patrick, known as the 'Creator', and the founder of the Silver Alliance.

And they are also the only three Rank 9 Great Wizards in the wizarding camp at present, so they are also known as the 'Three Ancient Kings'!

The teacher actually compared a 'newcomer' who had just advanced to the 5th rank with the Three Ancient Kings, which was really beyond the scope of Thornke's thinking and understanding.

After all, Tier 9 already represents one of the most powerful forces in the multiverse. They have long been above the rules of the entire universe, and they are great beings that ordinary wizards can never reach.

Therefore, the behavior of the old tower master at this moment is already equivalent to a kind of blasphemy against the 'Three Ancient Kings'. If it is heard by the people of the three major wizarding organizations, I am afraid that it will also cause a lot of trouble.

But this is the Prophet's Tower, the domain of the old tower's lord, and no one dares to challenge his authority under the gaze of the Prophet's Eye.

After all, living long also represents a kind of strength!

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The Wizards' Guild, looking out over the tower.

777th floor.

The top floor of the tall tower, which was usually deserted, was crowded at this time, and all the fourth-order wizards who were usually so busy that they couldn't even see their figures were now crowded around the new first prophet Nostradan, anxiously waiting for news.

Seven hours ago, a rhythm of rules from the depths of the plane system disturbed everyone. Although they didn't know where the source of the rhythm of the rules was, they could vaguely sense that an earth-shattering event was about to happen in the wizarding world.

Wizards below the 4th level are not closely integrated with the plane system, and even if they are frightened, it is difficult to correct themselves. However, these fourth-order wizards can vaguely detect something through the power of the law they master.

In order to clear the doubts in their hearts, they put down what they were doing one after another, and went to the top of the overlooking tower to ask the new first prophet of the association, Nostradan, who had been in office for less than a hundred years.

As for the previous Mastam, he had already exhausted his mind in a prophecy 78 years ago and died on the astrological platform. And this Nostradan is the elite selected by Domnar from the reserve prophets, and he has been promoted to the position in front of him in one fell swoop.

The bright stars on the astrological platform had been shining for two hours, and the Nostradan prophet had only then walked down weakly with the support of several female apprentices.

"How's it going, has it been decided?" Domnar, the leader of the association, was the first to stand up and questioned in a deep voice.

For this old wizard who holds the power of his own life and death, Nostradan does not dare to neglect it. He shook off the two female apprentices, hurried to the old wizard, bowed and saluted, "It's been confirmed, it's him!"

Domhnall took a deep breath.

And the crowd behind him was even more silent.

For the Wizarding Association, a fifth-order great wizard could not threaten them. But a great wizard who still exists in the wizarding world is terrifying.

If that Grim struggled to endure a little dimensional backlash and came to the east to make a big fuss, I'm afraid the entire wizarding guild would tremble.

And in the middle of the crowd, Sevoris's face was especially ugly.

Although Goliath was a little calmer than him, the rapid flickering light in her purple eyes also showed that her heart was not as calm as it seemed.

If you talk about grudges, I'm afraid that in the association, she and Sevoris have the grudge against Grim. Although they belonged to two camps at that time, each of them was the master of their own affairs, but after two fights, this kind of grudge has risen to the level of personal grudges.

Now, the other party has become a great wizard, although sooner or later he will be rejected from the plane world by the plane consciousness, but the short time before leaving is enough for him to do whatever he wants.

If......

Just as everyone was talking and trying their best to digest the news, the towers trembled for a moment, and then the sirens sounded.

Alert ...... Alert...... Encountering a foreign invasion...... The target creature has been locked!" Taling Rafatus's shrill voice echoed through the halls.

"Who? I need an image from outside......" Domnar roared, wand thumping in his hand.

Immediately, one of the walls of the hall was temporarily transformed into a water mirror, revealing a scene outside the Witch Tower.

The towering towers were now fully armed.

Layers of airtight force field barriers obscured all entrances, skylights, and platforms, while an even larger semi-circular shield had protected the entire tower and the surrounding witchcraft facilities.

Attacks from the outside also touched the Tower's defenses.

The rune stones that kept lingering outside the tower had all been activated, lighting up the defensive and attacking arrays above, and began to move towards the attacked location with a mysterious trajectory in the air.

Somewhere in the tower, a hidden secret door opened, and nearly a hundred wizard apprentices flew into the sky on high-level witch beasts. They were all dressed in specially made rune armor and carried rune crossbow arrows, on which the glowing magical halo was clearly visible in the sunlight.

On the ground, the bunkers hidden around the Witch Tower suddenly opened, and from inside galloped out thousands of armored giant rhinos and rune knights sitting on them holding special spears.

As for the unknown Guild wizards, they fled to the nearest sorcery facility when they heard the cacophony of sirens.

Almost instantly, the entire area around the tower became empty and silent.

And all the hidden wizards of the Guild widened their eyes and scanned the sky, wanting to see who the divine dared to come to the wizard's holy land to spread wild.

However, to their great surprise, there were no thousands of troops, no behemoths, and only a young wizard in a red robe floating in the empty sky.

There is no second enemy in sight except him!

At the moment when the hearts of many middle- and low-level association wizards were relieved, these fourth-order wizards who were clustered on the top floor of the Witch Tower, staring intently at the magic water mirror, couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten.

Broken...... He's coming!