"Tonight, it's another night of killing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The Prophet stepped down from the altar with a sad face on his face, shook his head and sighed, "Tell the outpost that tonight's war will be extremely cruel, and that it is better not to join the war, and then let the fifteen messengers who are resident in the Inner World gather and inform the Speaker of the Council to come back quickly." ”

"Lord Prophet, Your Excellency the Speaker of the Council is still in the world, and I may not be able to call him back. "Standing respectfully next to the Prophet was a heavily armored knight who had reached the peak of his mid-rank strength, and he was also one of the Prophet's personal guards.

"He'll be back, you tell him, tonight, it's the night of the two moons. The Prophet's tone could not help but tremble a little, and it was not difficult to hear that he was afraid of the double moon he was talking about.

"Yes. The knight was no more than forty or fifty years old, and he had never heard of the "two moons," but he was faithful to his duties and did not hesitate to carry out the orders of the prophet. He raised his two-meter-long spear and chanted a magic incantation in his mouth, and with a flash of holy light, the heavily armored knight disappeared.

The Prophet closed his eyes, his perception slowly spreading, he took one last look at the town that had been taken from the undead, sighed, and left using a high-level teleportation spell. The town of the undead is inhabitable by humans, and only the altar can be used, so it's not a pity to give up.

Five hours before the double moon falls, the Terran outpost. It is not usual to see so many people wearing magic robes here, after all, there are too few mages, and there are only nine orthodox high-level mages in the entire world, excluding the envoys and their descendants, and those gathered here today are a full thirty-six middle and high-level mages, which is almost half of the number of the unified mage group, and the high-level of the unified mage group, eight high-level magicians and one high-level arcanist, are all present.

After all, mage resources are so valuable, and most of the middle and high-level mages are the children and descendants of the messengers, so it is already very good to have nine ordinary Terrans promoted to high-level mages and lead the mage group.

Their lifespan is generally less than two hundred years old, and those who can be promoted to a high level at this age, ordinary people without blood support, are definitely genius-level people, and they are even more geniuses than many messengers by virtue of their hard work and talent.

But the world is always fair, and the Terrans have not yet had a messenger who is talented enough to turn the tide alone, and perhaps when this kind of person really appears, it will be the time when the Terran is on the verge of extinction and will be born after death.

"Your Excellency the Elemental Manipulator, the high-ranking mages of the mage group have been assembled, total

Nine people, waiting to be sent. An old man with a childish face respectfully reported to a middle-aged man who looked no more than thirty years old.

This blonde man is called Evans, that is, the elemental manipulator of this generation, he is a full double the age of the one hundred and fifty-year-old man who is being reported in front of him, and he is already a powerful eighth-order peak magician, only one step away from breaking through to the ninth-order, which is the so-called "quasi-legendary" , Although it is said that he is a whole rank lower than the head of the council, the higher the magician is, the more difficult it is to improve, besides, Evans is almost three hundred years younger than the president of the council, and in terms of talent, he is still above the president of the council!

However, wars are always cruel, and alien races will not let you go and not kill you just because you have less cultivation time than others, and in the inner world, even talent, which is the most important thing in the eyes of ordinary people, or all the so-called "long-term considerations", is not comparable to the strength you have in front of you. Maybe the council in the past was not like this, and it also focused on talent and long-term, but now, it is impossible for the council to give up any high-level person for the sake of a genius! No way, there are only so many high-level powers left in the council that can support the two worlds, and every time they die, the council is a little closer to extinction, it can be said that if the alien race can kill more than ten high-level people in a surprise attack in the fastest time, and do not let humans get the spoils of war, the council may be completely destroyed in this hundred years!

No matter how you disguise it, the once invincible council of the Terrans is really reaching its limit.

Until the Speaker arrives, Evans will preside over the overall situation. He may not be a great commander, but as a mage, he is calm and wise.

"Biyue, the last Bimoon, on the night of the last Bimoon, I was only twenty-five years old, and I had just been promoted to the middle rank. At that time, there were four legends in the council, one more than now, and the number of high-ranking was twice as large as it is now, and I witnessed the battle in the rear, no, that scale was enough to call it a war. As far as the eye can see, there are blood and werewolves. These two races are the same as natural enemies, but only in this two-moon spectacle, the two races will become absolutely tacit friends. ”

Evans looked into the distance and said leisurely, "That one is also here, too, last time he went into battle and killed a blood duke, with him, we will be better." ”

"Aha, there are so many people here?" I say, Evans, it seems that the alien race has focused on you mages over the years, and I haven't fought in a long time as a berserker!" A super-large man over two meters tall sped towards the outpost, and a giant axe about his length stood out.

This axe is called "Orotoro, the axe of berserk", and this big man is called "Arla", and he is a legendary powerhouse who has lived for 700 years - the "spirit of war" of this generation

With a hundred meters to go, Arla jumped into the crowd. The strange thing is that under such an impact, there is not a trace of abnormality in the earth, let alone cracking, not even a trace of vibration.

Legendary powerhouse, source power is subtle!" The Prophet has arrived, yes, and look at who else is coming. "Arla commanded the prophet who was also a messenger with a big grin, there was no way, although the prophet was a half-step legend, but in front of this living legend, he could only obey him. Even if the same half-step legendary council leader comes, he has to give three points.

Of course, the parliament was already in jeopardy, and the emissaries had no idle power.

"Back to Lord Arla, the President of the Council, Lauencrido, the Knight of Light, William, the Undead Hunter, Muyi the Witcher, and Galbe, the Wrath of Thunder, these five messengers are currently on their way and will arrive within an hour. The other two are the ones who have been stationed here...... Bloodline and werewolf diplomacy, no, Inquisitor!" the Prophet replied after closing his eyes for a few dozen seconds.

"Well, when did this William and Mu Yi inherit the bloodline, why haven't I heard of it?"

"Your Excellency Arla, you haven't been back to the watch world in the past hundred years, William is a thirty-five-year-old boy, and Mu Yi is only seventeen years old, even in the eyes of ordinary people, they are just a little girl. ”

Arla scratched her head and said honestly, "You can't go away from Sunset Canyon, the demons and the undead clan are like a discussion, one will attack there for ten years, and the other will take over after ten years, and they will also attack for ten years, and they will fight a wheel war with my people, so they are too busy." This time, it was because of the arrival of the two moons that I arrived here. ”

Evans interjected, "Your Excellency, what about Sunset Canyon?"

"Oh, before I left, I killed the leader of the undead clan who led the team this time, a legendary corpse king, and the remaining 100 million walking corpses are just a rabble. Arla honestly spoke of a record that shocked all sides.

"Oh my God, you killed a legend?" The Prophet and Evans exclaimed at the same time.

"Nothing, I feel like I've touched the border of the Holy Throne. Arla's tone became serious.

"You, are you going to break through?" At this moment, everyone present exploded - the Terran race has not given birth to a new sage for too long, and if Arla can break through the realm of sages, then the council will be much better.

"It's still early, it will take decades to reach the Holy Throne, plus the condensation of the Holy Heart to transform the Holy Blood, and the achievement of the Holy Body, it will add up to at least two hundred years. Arla's calm tone still couldn't hide a hint of excitement.

"Okay, okay, this matter is not at the end of the matter, let's talk about those two little guys, this generation of undead hunters and witchers are still children?

"No way, the strength of the undead hunter is also at the intermediate level, the little girl of the witcher is still a delicate princess, and her strength is only low-level, if it weren't for the power of 'punishment' and 'punishment' on the battlefield to suppress the luck of the two races, that little girl wouldn't have to contact the battlefield of the inner world so early, she was only seventeen years old after all!" Evans also looked helpless and worried, this girl who was still studying in China, didn't even realize what a terrifying purgatory she was about to come to.

"No, we have to get more messengers to come, let the Vatican send the Knights of Light first, by the way, that one will definitely not come, what about this generation of Holy Light Priests?

"Your Excellency, let alone the high level, now that it is almost a time of war, and the Holy Light Priest has not even been mentally prepared to turn into blood, and his strength can reach the middle level, so he can't affect the battle situation at all. Evans was a little ashamed, after all, he had been in the Vatican to teach this new generation of priests of the Light, a twenty-four or five-year-old girl.

"There are too many children in this generation...... This is not a good sign. The more Arla listened, the more uncomfortable she felt.

"Yes, the last generation of Grand Arcanists died in battle as soon as they reached the high rank, three years at most, and the war period is coming again, so I can only hope for the children's talents!" Evans was not so dignified, there was no way, a mage, unless he fought in close combat, he couldn't really appreciate the cruelty of war until he died in battle.

The real cruelty can only be reflected in the slashing of those middle and low-level warriors, in the flesh and blood limbs flying on the front line, and in the blood-stained land and rivers. At this moment, the silent prophet suddenly spoke, "The Knights of the Holy Light have been dispatched, and that one has even sent ten fanatics and a team of surrogates. ”

"The combat power is also a high-level messenger, and the combat power of the demon hunters and undead hunters is not enough. Arla calmly analyzed.

"The latest news, Lord Nidrosa-sama has returned, and he has brought back the friendship of the dragons. The Prophet read these words leisurely, and everyone fell silent.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that there would be a 'judge' who could turn back into a 'diplomat' now, and the dragons are not so easy to talk to, right?" Arla sneered.

"Lord Nidrosa, yesterday, became the fourth Legendary Excellency. The prophet said in a calm tone that was enough to shock the human race.

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