In the face of Anthy Vodaus's questioning, some of the wizards looked embarrassed and seemed to be a little embarrassed.

There was silence in the square for half a minute.

Finally, a legendary wizard replied, "Your Excellency, I just want a wizard tower of my own. ”

"Me too. The legendary wizard named Valega said, "There are only thirteen towers in Wezeland, but there are eighteen legendary wizards, and there will only be more and more in the future. ”

Another legendary wizard followed, "Speaker, I know the difficulties of the Floating City, and I have not had the money to build a new tower for many years, so I can only find a way out on my own. ”

Hearing these words, people noticed that none of the four legendary wizards on the list had wizard towers.

Anthy Wodaus opened his mouth, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

The root of it all is because of money.

From the beginning of its establishment, the Wezelan Floating City was different from other floating cities, there was no Holy Soul Wizard in charge, and the funds for daily operation and maintenance came from various nobles in Modu.

When he advanced to the Holy Soul to master the Floating City, because he didn't want to spend more energy governing the territory, he gave up the title of duke, leaving the Floating City without an important source of tax revenue.

At that time, the Floating City was still very closely connected with the Mordu nobles, and there was no shortage of money.

Later, the two sides drifted apart, and the problem gradually emerged.

In the early centuries, it was fine, because there were not many wizards in the floating city, and the consumption was not large, but as the reputation of Wezelan grew, the concept of Mordu spellcasting attracted many geniuses to join, making the financial problems of the floating city seriously highlighted, and it was often stretched.

Nowadays, the cost of maintaining the floating city alone is an astronomical amount.

The Floating City's income was far lower than its expenses, and it was not enough to break even, and in order to survive, he had to borrow from the Imperial Bank in the name of the Holy Soul Wizard.

Every year passes, the debt of the floating city rises by a cut, and there is hardly a day when it will be paid off.

When the specific numbers are spoken, even the Holy Soul Wizard feels powerless.

He thought about using his own power to hunt demon spirits or collect treasures in exchange for golden shields, but it took too much time and energy, and the money he earned was far from enough.

He didn't have much talent when it came to business, and he hated doing it.

In desperation, he could only cut the expenses of the Floating City, save what he could, reduce the treatment of the wizards, and the cultivation resources would also shrink, leaving the wizards to work hard to fill part of it.

There are fewer resources and equipment, not to mention the new wizard towers.

Wezeland hadn't built a new tower for nearly a hundred years, and it had remained at thirteen, far fewer than the number of legendary wizards.

If there is no money, there are no resources, there is a lack of potions, alchemy materials, and no equipment, which will affect the development of wizards, and they will not be able to retain people, and sooner or later problems will erupt.

I just didn't expect this day to come so soon.

Over the years, he regretted it many times.

Or, in the first place, he should have been given the title of duke and collected a piece of territory to collect taxes, or, just like the Duke of Purple Flame, the Floating City was not open to the public, nor did it admit wizards and students, and only one person had the Floating City.

He had tried to regain his title and domain at the High Council, but he had been denied.

For various reasons, it is impossible for the Supreme Council to pass.

Ansivodaus's gaze swept over the wizards, and it was clear that Valega had spoken their minds, most of them choosing to leave the Floating City because of the Golden Shield.

"I can't blame them all, I'm responsible. ”

Anthy Vodaus thought in his heart, the previous anger gradually dissipated, and then looked at those Mordu nobles, as expected, they sensed the financial problems of the floating city, and promised to win over them with a lot of money, so they said that so many wizards were moved.

He snorted coldly, "You follow the example of your ancestors to build another floating city, do you want to break away from the empire?"

Marquis Jiliu and the others hurriedly shouted: "Your Excellency, Speaker, we don't mean that. ”

Although they desperately denied it, everyone present knew that this was what the Modu nobles thought and did.

For thousands of years, the empire vigorously suppressed the old aristocracy and reclaimed a large number of territories.

The Mordu aristocracy was a thorn in the side of the High Council and successive consuls.

Building another floating city is their countermeasure, relying on the floating city to expel monsters in the new world, expand the territory, and maybe create a new human kingdom in the future, or even an empire!

The New World is larger than the Orion Empire, especially the East Coast, a vast expanse of land with incredible potential.

Anyone with a discerning eye can guess what the Modu nobles think.

"Villion, do you think so?" Anthivodaus looked at the representative of the Mordu nobles, the legendary great swordsman of the nineteenth rank, Viscount Stoynde.

Willynn, who looked unremarkable, nodded calmly and said, "Yes, Your Excellency." ”

Everyone was surprised, but they didn't expect him to admit it directly.

Willion continued, "I had no intention of doing this, but the plan was so tempting that the Logos family had to join in and invest countless gold shields just to have a larger territory in the New World in the future, but my family will not leave the empire. ”

"The Logos family will always be lords of Stonde and the people of the Orion Empire. ”

"It was, it is, and it will be. ”

Willion bowed solemnly: "We have no intention of making enemies of the Wezeland Floating City, please rest assured Speaker." ”

"You let so many wizards betray the Floating City, and you still say that you are not my enemy?"

Ancy Vodaus asked with a sneer.

Willion was still bent over and didn't get up, his face suddenly changed, and he knelt down directly on one knee, facing the threat of the Holy Soul Wizard, and said loudly: "Speaker, in the name of the three gods of the Empire, I will never be the enemy of Wezeland Floating City!"

"No matter how far it develops in the New World in the future, the Xinxiang Alliance and the Xinxiang Floating City, as long as His Excellency the Speaker says a word, we will fight side by side with Wezeland. ”

"We are only looking for an opportunity to pursue the future, please fulfill it with the Speaker!"

As soon as Velion's words fell, the wizards and Mordu nobles who had come out of the ranks all knelt down on one knee in unison and shouted in unison, "Please fulfill the Great Council!"

"Please Speaker ...... Fulfillment"

The sound of earnest pleas resounded through the floating city.

Only Medra on the high platform did not move, with her status and the thousand-year-old friendship with Anci Vodaus, it was not appropriate to kneel and plead.

However, her face was also full of anticipation and eagerness.

The whole square was silent.

All eyes were on Anthy Vodaus, waiting for his decision.

Wren sighed secretly, he had already expected the result.

With the teacher's generous and benevolent character, he will not refuse such a request.

Willion made such a big move, whether it was arranged in advance or acted improvised, which shows that he has a clear understanding of the teacher's temperament, and he makes trouble in public, but he puts himself in the position of the weak, so that the teacher cannot be ruthless.

Moreover, so many wizards and nobles expressed their stance together, which had the effect of not holding the public accountable.

Taking a step back, they didn't break the laws of the empire by building a floating city in the New World.

It was impossible for the teacher to kill so many rebellious wizards, and at most he could only expel them from the Floating City, which was exactly what they could not ask for.

Wren empathized, if he was in the position of a teacher, he couldn't think of any other way.

There is no money, which leads to the dispersion of people's hearts, and the team is not easy to bring!

On the other hand, if these wizards were allowed to leave, it would reduce the financial pressure on the floating city.

It's just that the strength of Wezeland Floating City will definitely drop greatly, and the blow to the Mordu School will not be small, and the reputation of the teacher, who is known as one of the three giants of the empire, will also be damaged.

His soul eyes couldn't observe the Holy Soul Wizard, otherwise, he would be able to see that the teacher's mood must be changing drastically at this moment.

Wren couldn't help but feel worried about the teacher.

A few minutes of silence made the people in the square feel like years.

The Mordu nobles and wizards fell to their knees, as if waiting for the verdict to be pronounced.

"Alas......"

Finally, Anxi Wodaus let out a long sigh and asked slowly: "Xinxiang Floating City, it turns out that you even have chosen a name, do you mean Xinxiang?"

Willion couldn't help but smile, and hurriedly replied, "Yes, Your Excellency. ”

"Since you insist on leaving, then I will give you this opportunity. When Anthyvodaus said this, the wizards were all happy, and then they heard again: "Quitting today, you will have nothing to do with the Wezeland Floating City from now on, and you will not be able to come back again in the future, so do it yourself." ”

There was not the slightest emotion in Anthy Vodaus's tone, and he didn't look at the wizards again.

"Thank you, Speaker, for your success. Medra was grateful.

The Modu nobles and wizards also thanked one after another, they had long been ready to leave the Floating City, and they had never thought of returning.

Those wizards who did not betray were extremely angry, and they almost turned against each other.

Wren was also a cold observer.

He is not optimistic about the future, the new world is still a wasteland, monsters are rampant, there are countless threats lurking, just a floating city without a holy soul wizard to sit in, it is difficult to open a new country, I don't know how many people have to pay for it.

Sooner or later, these people will regret it.

Before the thought could be settled, a portal suddenly opened in the square, and out of it staggered out a gray-haired figure in a blue robe.

Most people are familiar with him.

"Master Rein!"

Wren was also shocked, Master Lu Yin in front of him was quite embarrassed, his robe was torn in many places, splashed with a large amount of blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his body relied on the support of the staff to not fall, as if he had been seriously traumatized.

The Soul Eye saw that Ruin's soul was very weak.

"Didn't he preside over the construction of the Floating City in the New World? Why did he come back?" Wren couldn't help but wonder.

This legendary arcanist, who does not seek fame and fortune, is obviously also impressed by a floating city.

Wren guessed that Master Ruin was used as a spare tire by the Mordu nobles, and if Speaker Medra failed to advance to the Holy Soul, he would be in control of the Floating City.

Master Ruin is an eighteenth-level arcanist, and he only needs to be upgraded one level more to be eligible to attack the Holy Soul Wizard.

In the face of such a temptation, even a wizard who is indifferent to fame and fortune is difficult to refuse.

"Rein, what's going on?" asked Murdra nervously.

"It's over!"

"It's all over!"

Lu Yin shouted with a miserable face: "Xinxiang Floating City was robbed by the lich of the Death Knot Sigil, except for me, all the wizards in Xinxiang, the transcendents and hundreds of thousands of civilians recruited over the years were all killed by them for soul sacrifice and transformed into undead ......"

His words were like a bolt from the blue, and everyone was stunned.

Medla, in particular, could hardly believe what she heard, and she took a few steps back and said sharply, "Ruin, what you said is true?"

"Our floating city is built underground, and it has not yet reached the sky, how can it be robbed?"

"Haven't the monsters near Xinxiang been swept away a long time ago?

She looked desperate and asked as if she were asking questions.

Lu Yin just kept shaking his head, unable to answer at all.

There was a lot of noise in the square, and the wizards and Mordu nobles who had just quit Wezeland were eager to pull Ruin by the collar and ask what was going on.

No sooner had they exited the Floating City on the front foot, expecting a bright future, when the back foot was told that hope was dashed.

Is this a joke?

If it's true, the goddess of fate is too cruel to herself!

Some wizards couldn't help but hide their faces and cry, and the nobles were also in turmoil, and it was really unacceptable that so many years of hard work had been wasted.

Ancy Vodaus didn't expect things to turn so quickly, and stood there frowning, feeling a little tricky.

Others are not concerned with themselves, but have some schadenfreude.

Wren, however, sensed the anomaly.

The Death Knot Talisman snatched the Floating City in the New World, and sent people to Modu to build the White Bone Altar, and he would never do it for no reason, and there must be other purposes.

Moreover, how did Master Lu Yin escape, and how did he return to Mordu?

Wren couldn't help but be suspicious.

He was just about to take a closer look at Ruin again with the eyes of his soul when he saw a brilliant gem appear in Luin's hand.

I can't tell what color this gem is, but it seems to contain infinite starlight.

Astral Pillars!

Wren immediately recognized it, and sparked a flash of lightning to rush over, shouting, "Stop him......"

In addition to him, there were other people who reacted.

Anthy Vodaus raised his hand to cast a spell, Willion charged, and some people who got closer moved, but everyone was half a step slower.

The astral pillar erupted with a blinding light.

The light was substantial, and the people around Ruin pushed it outward, blocking the spells that flew towards him.

Carved lines appeared on the ground of the square, and tens of thousands of runes were activated, forming a huge rune array.

The moment the circle was formed, the entire floating city trembled.

Then, people were horrified to find that the floating city seemed to be falling, making the body feel weightless.

At the same time, the huge protective shield that shrouded the floating city at all times shrank inward like lightning, and finally narrowed to the square, with only twenty steps left, protecting Ruin in in the middle.

It was all done in an instant, and no one had time to stop it.

The astonishing and incomparable energy gathered into the astral crystal pillar in Lu Yin's hand, and the light became brighter and brighter, like a small sun.

Bang!

A dazzling pillar of light shot into the sky, tearing through the void and rapidly expanding outward, turning into a massive void in a matter of seconds.

In the hollow, a floating city leaps out of the void, hovering over Wezeland!