The continent of Cabez is not a world ruled by magic, but there is no doubt that both mages and wizards have a decisive influence in this vast land, and among them, the most admired magic organizations in the world are the kingdom of mages, the tower of the Sacred Spring, and the city of magic Endymion.

This is the capital of mages, the origin of modern magic, and the glorious sanctuary in the hearts of almost all mages.

But people in the world will always have misconceptions because they haven't seen it with their own eyes.

Ordinary people have a great sense of awe for the "Master Mage", so they feel even more mysterious about the place where the large group of "Master Mage" gathers. They used their own lives to imagine the sight of Endymion, probably a lot of people wearing pointed hats and robes, flying around in the sky, and the ground was running a dense crowd of stalls, interacting and trading with other mages from time to time—even mages have to live, don't they?

That's what the average person thinks.

But in fact, Endymion was not what they had imagined.

The Wizard City is steady, orderly, and tranquil, and its long history is like a long breath, guiding every mage to enter its rules, choosing its own guardians of knowledge, and maintaining this paradise of mages.

The representative of this is the sect of the mage, the Gray Sect.

"The Greys—"

Green was shocked. The Grey cultists have a uniform attire, which is said to be related to a certain founding mage they respect, and the name Grimm can't remember clearly, but at least the boy can recognize the identity of the other party by seeing the unique gray robe.

But wait.

The spell just now was the Wind Creation Technique of the Second Ring, didn't it mean that the one in front of him was at least the mage of the Second Ring? The Gray Sect has no words for the peripheral believers, but the formal membership requires an apprentice level or above, that is, the official first-ring mage, don't look at the second-ring mage only improved the first-ring spell ability, but the status is very different from the first-ring mage, why would a person with such an identity run into the sewers of Charcha and stay in a third-rate pickpocket organization?

The question made the teenager highly concentrated.

"You've let me down so much."

The gray-robed mage walked forward slowly, and the first words he spoke, but it was towards Lawn, who was dragged by the whirlwind. The battle captain winced, although it should be a good thing for someone to be saved, he knew very well that his position would inevitably be lost after this battle.

But that's about it.

A simple reprimand, as if the gray-robed mage didn't bother to talk to these thieves. He walked a few steps ahead of Grimm—presumably because it was the last step—and the mage looked down at Grimm condescendingly, and said with a blank face, "Young man, do you know me?" ”

Green looked at the other party vigilantly, this was a middle-aged man, he was still very young according to the age of the mage, and he was considered an elite if he could reach the second ring or even above, but he was not prepared to flatter in exchange for the other party's favor.

"Gray may be a low-key color, but you're choosing to swagger."

He paused, looked the mage in the eyes, and said word by word.

"Knowledge, power, freedom."

Three simple words, but very clearly illustrate the core philosophy of Endymion.

The mage nodded, and the teachings of the Grey Sect were exactly that. He didn't mind the boy's first words, because the organization he belonged to was designed to walk in every corner of the continent with high spirits, and staying in this smoky place for so long, it was undoubtedly comfortable to hear the latter sentence.

"Young man, is that your summoned beast?"

The middle-aged mage pointed at the unhappy, who was still beating up the enemy in the crowd of thieves.

Green nodded, maybe those pickpockets would mistake themselves for necromancers, but in the eyes of formal mages, they could easily tell the difference between a necromancer and a real necromancer.

"Tell it to stop."

Green took a step back and stared at the mage to stop in displeasure. He didn't want to obey the mage, but looking at the way he held his cane, he was afraid that if he didn't say a word, he would personally stop the displeasure, and if he "stopped" like that, the skeleton warrior would not want to continue.

The middle-aged mage was satisfied with Green's reaction, "Young man, if I'm not mistaken, what you just released was a ring of [magic fist]?" ”

Green nodded cautiously, the two camps were hostile, and he couldn't figure out why the other party asked this.

"Very good," the middle-aged mage nodded, showing a slightly stiff smile, "At your age, you can reach the level of a first-ring mage, and you are also very talented, but this skill does not quite fit the image of our mage - but it just so happens to be a good fit for Lord Bemenstein......" He looked Green up and down, talking to himself as if no one else was around, as if Green was an object that could be traded.

The soul of the young modern man is naturally dissatisfied, but there is no expression on the face. But his heart moved, Bemenstein, this name sounds familiar, who is it?

At this time, the middle-aged mage finally stopped talking to himself, he looked at Green, and asked, "Young man, I only ask you one word, would you like to join us?" I can be blamed for what happened here. ”

"You guys? Grey Cult? ”

Green was stunned for a moment, he thought of many possibilities, but he didn't expect the other party to try to recruit him to join the Gray Sect.

But the middle-aged mage nodded, but shook his head again.

"Orderliness may bring superficial peace, but it is only accidental justice, and in the end what is left behind is still long-lasting evil, and chaos will neutralize this qiē with a humble attitude." The mage muttered in small pieces, as if unintentionally moving his hand, the arm holding the staff slightly forward, his fingers gently twisting the ring. It was obviously a few meters away, but Green could clearly see the scarlet gem on the opponent's ring, and the six-pointed magic circle wrapped in the Ouroboros was faintly shining.

Green's heart fluttered.

This was just a knee-jerk action by the mage, but in Green's eyes, there was a ball of anger burning in his chest.

"Followers of the Old Days—"

He almost said it through gritted teeth.

The middle-aged mage's face changed suddenly, and his expression was like seeing a ghost. They can proudly tell the new members that they belong without being called out by others - in their highest rules, that is equivalent to a dead end.

"Damn, how do you know!"

The mage almost screamed, and the hand holding the staff burst out.

Green was no better than his hysteria, desperately suppressing his impulses, but the mad rage ate at his thoughts all the time.

The Grey Cult, as the "state religion" of Endymion, is more accepted by the majority of living beings with its freedom and tolerance than the White Church of the Barron Empire, which believes in the Lord of Light, and the Hope Church of the Kingdom of Rhodeland, which is more accepting by the majority of living beings with its freedom and tolerance. Generally speaking, the strength of the Grey Cult is stronger than that of the Holy White and Hope Cults, and because of this, the Grey Cult has made great contributions to resisting the invasion of the Dark Alliance.

-- Until the appearance of the old followers.

As early as the year of the green cherry blossom (238 in the new calendar) referred to by Jian Feng, the high-ranking power classes had already made predictions about the future chaotic situation, and astrologers had made relatively accurate predictions about the rise of the Evil Throne. Therefore, in order to resist the powerful Dark King, a group of noble Grey cultists obtained the remains of the Doomsday Ancestor and the body of the Pretender, and after intense and frantic research, they invented a new form of species strength - but unfortunately, the power of the Doomsday Ancestor was far from what they could bear, and these Grey cultists who once believed in the seven-colored magic ring were completely infected, calling themselves the followers of the old days and turning against the Doomsday Apostles. They suddenly broke out in the war, tearing apart from within, leading the good camp to suffer from the enemy inside and out, and almost inflicting a devastating disaster on the entire camp.

Green was not involved in the civil war, he was busy fighting Disburingka at the time, but he knew that many famous NPCs had died defenselessly, even the Golden Ten who led the Bright Alliance, and several of them did not die under the enemy's sorcery and scythe, but slept forever in a chaos.

For example, the immovable Sword Saint, An Ruosu.

And now he understands everything, the player's way to make money on the strategy must have inadvertently destroyed a mine buried in Charcha in the past, just like this evil organization once did in every city of the kingdom, at this moment it seems scattered and insignificant, but once it erupts, it is enough to shake the foundation of the kingdom - and what Bermonstein, that is clearly one of the supreme commanders in the late old days!

We can't let them get away with it!

Green made a decision in his mind as quickly as he could, and while the middle-aged mage was losing his spirit, he threw a hard-handled hammer at his front door.

When-

The hard-handled hammer was blocked by an invisible barrier, and with a crisp cracking sound, the middle-aged mage finally came back to his senses.

"Lawn! Kill him! ”

The trembling mage shouted in some panic, but his hands were busy putting on his shield technique again, and at this moment, the mage suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow rushing towards him-

"Lawn!"

The battle captain finally reacted, and he hurriedly rushed forward, not caring about his strength, and the long sword in his hand was stabbed obliquely.

Hey? Hit?

The feeling of piercing into the flesh made Lawn's spirit stunned, but the next moment, with a loud bang, another black shadow suddenly jumped up from the side and went straight to the mage.

Bait!

The mage with the shield on was taken aback, he hurriedly cast a spell, but the opponent's speed was too fast, and it still fell from the sky, the mage gritted his teeth, threw a quick and easy greasy spell at his feet, and slipped to the ground with a click, just dodging the heavy blow.

But the mage only gasped, and before he could react to the turn of his fall, a strong hand locked his neck from one side.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Green appeared and asked coldly.