"Mentor, Lord Yurami invites you to come to his attic to discuss important matters. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

A crisp and pleasant female voice sounded behind her, Monia manipulated the old mage to turn around, and a female mage who looked twenty-eight years old appeared in front of her. From the mage robe on her body, it can be known that her real age should be older, after all, some mid-level mages in her teens are not realistic.

Monia wasn't Errickent, she didn't know the female mage, and although she might be nominally a student of her current body, she knew almost nothing about the old mage, let alone his student. So, she just manipulated Ericken's head:

"I see."

"Mentor......" The young female mage looked up at him, and stopped talking.

"Huh?"

"Do you need me to give you a section, your body ......"

Erickent's health is not good, no one knows this better than Monia, but Monia knows better, although the old mage's body has gradually decayed, but there is no major problem in daily life. However, the little mage was worried about how to get to Yumila's attic, and there was no way she could refuse if someone was willing to lead the way.

"I'm sorry for you."

Monia replied, manipulating the old mage's body.

"No, nothing!" The female mage blushed and denied it in a panic, looking at her as if something had happened to Erickent. It's just that Monia doesn't gossip about the emotional life of the legendary mage thousands of years ago, and she has heard about the sensitive topic of teacher-student love in her previous life, and she hasn't dug deeper**.

Supported by a blushing mage, Monia soon made her way to Yumila's attic. For mages, adults and mentors cannot be used as honorific titles casually, and must be based on a certain level of strength. For example, a mentor needs to be at least a high-level mage, while an adult needs to be an archmage to be eligible for a mage to have this suffix after his name.

Obviously, this mage named Yurami should be an archmage. For most mages, the Archmage is the end of their journey. Not to mention the mage organization, in the Second Age, there were not even many small schools with archmages. There is no doubt that Yumira must be at the top of the Avengers.

It may even be the chieftain.

"Mentor, I'll just send you here."

Under the attic, the mage bowed apologetically. Monia manipulated the old mage and nodded to her, then walked up the stairs to the attic. On the second floor of the attic, she had already felt several breaths of Aether's favor, and it seemed that at least the high-level mages who were qualified to participate in the meeting were high-level mages.

"Errickent."

A voice rang out.

Monia looked up, and the person who spoke was an old man whose cheeks were wrinkled enough to be pinched with beans, and he was the most aetheric of all the people in the attic. Involuntarily, Eric Kent responded, "Lord Yurami, congratulations on your victory over the years again. ”

"There's nothing to congratulate you on, people will die eventually, and I'm just gasping for revenge." The old man said this, and then laughed, "It's you, who are gradually moving closer to me, which makes me very pleased, really gratified, haha." ”

"Eli suffered too much back then, and his body was completely destroyed by the bastards in the Inquisition, otherwise he wouldn't be old like this now." A high-ranking mage sighed and looked at the old man sitting in the middle, "Lord Yurami, what is the matter with you summoning us over this time. ”

"Something," the old man said, revealing his few remaining old yellow teeth, and smiled, "Something's important." ”

"Lord Yurami, don't play anymore, just say what you want."

A mage replied with a smile and a smile, and the old man glanced at him and said, "I'm afraid that if I say it directly, you won't be able to accept it." Then he looked around at all the mages in the attic. Noticing that everyone was sitting and listening, he nodded and continued, "We are going to have a showdown with the church. ”

"Decisive battle!"

None of the mages expected this answer, and a few even exclaimed.

"The difference between the strength of us and the church is too big, how to fight, that is to die!"

"Lord Yurami, why did you suddenly think of fighting to the death with the church, didn't you teach us to smoke a stick and run for our lives?"

"Of course," the old man took in the mages' reactions, "for us it's a decisive battle, for them, it's just an encirclement. ”

"There are church lackeys who have infiltrated us, or there are traitors among us, but whatever the possibility, we have been exposed. The Church of Tonatyus, and the Church of Radamandis, the Knights of both Churches, were all dispatched and stationed not far from us. ”

"Can't you evacuate?"

"It's a pity, no," the old man spread his hands helplessly, "the reason why they were discovered by me is largely because they didn't hide themselves at all, they controlled the speed of action, narrowing the encirclement little by little, I still have the hope of escaping with space spells, but you ......"

"Then fight with them!"

"Even if it's death, we want to die with a bang!"

Few mages who dare to take revenge on the Church in the Second Age will bow down to the Church. If the church wants to come and destroy them, let them come, and make them pay the price of blood! Let them know that the Avengers are not soft persimmons, even if they want to eat them, they have to break a tooth!

Monia was calmer than the other mages, after all, he was not the real Erickent, and he could think about things from a more rational point of view, she manipulated the old mage and asked, "What is the size of the knight order on the other side, and there are several high-ranking professionals. ”

"There are about three hundred people in the church of Tonatyiu, about one hundred people in the church of Radamandis, and the number of high-ranking professionals is unknown."

This answer is neither good nor bad, in Monia's mental anticipation. Warcasters are not cabbages, and even a god-level god like Tonathiu can't have too many under his command, after all, it is the middle of the Second Age when the Warcaster's career system has not really matured. And Radamandis, although the priesthood is a judgment, is only a weak deity, and his knights will certainly have a little moisture to some extent.

"We have three hundred and twelve mages, of which two hundred are low-rank, one hundred are mid-rank, ten are high-rank, and two are ......," one mage summed up his combat strength, and when he was halfway through speaking, the old man shook his head, "He didn't survive like me, and he has been buried with the years." ”

"Ugh."

All the mages sighed together, and Monia could roughly guess that there was an archmage-level veteran in the Avengers who had finally fallen under the ruthless years. The loss of such an important combat force at this critical moment has to be said to be a really sighing thing.

"Don't sigh, don't you still have me." The old man laughed, "I can fight two priests at the level of the god side, and I can more or less help you attract the firepower of a few high-level professionals, and there are definitely not many left-level professionals, if you kill one each, you will definitely be able to reverse the situation." ”

One killed each? Everyone was silent.

It's easy to put it.

Monia complained in her heart, but she also admired the old man's optimistic and positive attitude. Not everyone can see life and death so plainly, at least not the high-level mage in the attic, and neither can she.

"Kill one? No, I'm going to kill two, don't rob me! ”

In silence, a red-haired mage stood up and almost roared.

"Don't fight me, I'm sure I'll settle the fight faster than you."

"Hmph, just your crappy spell!"

"Don't argue, my spell will definitely tear them to shreds first."

The high-ranking mages were arguing, and the old man watched them arguing, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then his expression changed abruptly, and he said in a serious tone: "The knights of the church have been opened, notify all the mages, and prepare for battle!" ”

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And on the other side, a little earlier.

At the headquarters of the Knights of Tonatyus, eight knights sat at the round table to discuss the next move, and suddenly a gray-haired rickety old man lifted the curtain of the conference tent, and then walked straight to the round table, looking at all the knights at the round table with a blank face.

"Go and sanction them, now."

He spoke, in an old, but unquestioning voice.

"Now?" One of the knights replied without raising his head, "The priests didn't keep up, if we advance so quickly, we won't be able to hold up the forbidden space barrier quickly when we arrive at the battlefield, the casualties will be heavy, and the archmage among the enemies is likely to take this opportunity to escape!" ”

"It doesn't matter if they live or die, as long as they kill the seeds, it's worth the price."

"Who are you, destroying the filthy lair of the mages and killing the archmage is the royal ......edict of the Pope," a grumpy knight retorted, and as soon as he turned around, he involuntarily trembled when he noticed the cloudy eyes of the rickety old man, and said with difficulty, "You...... Be? ”

"What's wrong, Calamity Red?" The other knights, noticing the strangeness of their companions, looked over together, however, after seeing the old man's eyes, they also fell into a strange state, and for a moment, the atmosphere in the tent was extremely strange.

After a few Musha hours, the knight who first saw the old man's eyes returned to normal, and he hung his unyielding head with palpitations, half-knelt on the ground, and said in a voice of reverence and awe: "I am willing to fight for you!" ”

"Willing to fight for you!"

The sonorous voices of the knights rang out.

The old man looked around at the eight knights, and his rickety body looked incomparably tall against the background of the knights who knelt in front of him. He bowed his head slightly, and ordered, "Go and inform the Church of Radamandis and let them join you in the fight to destroy the mages as quickly as possible!" ”

"Yes!" The knights replied in unison.

"Remember," the old man turned and left, "Kill the high-ranking mage first." ”

The curtain of the open door slowly fell, and the old man had already left, leaving only the knights in the tent to look at each other.

"Who is he?" A knight asked.

"I don't know." All knights shook their heads.

"We have to do what he says."

"I think so too."

"Really? I thought I was the only one with the problem. ”

"Who the hell is he? It's horrible. ”

"I don't know. But when I saw him, it was as if I saw a god......"

"We can't disobey his will, let's get out."

Even the knights themselves don't know why they unconsciously prostrate at the feet of the old man, why they unconsciously take what the old man said as the truth, even if they have now realized that something is wrong, they still can't help but obey his orders.

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