The fall of every Gold Profession is a big deal, especially when there are only four Gold Archmages in the Silver Tower, and losing Lang means missing a quarter of his high-end combat power, and he is even more vulnerable when competing with the other two magical organizations. www.biquge.info Of course, this is only a trivial consequence compared to another question. The real question is who or which forces have a grudge against the Silver Tower, and that is the concern of all the mages present today.

Since he was able to kill the lone Lang two days ago, it was possible to strike at another Golden Archmage after a while. If this is the case, the Silver Tower will usher in unprecedented difficult times. This kind of thing has not happened in the history of the Silver Tower, but every time they think back on that difficult history, in addition to tension and reverence, they never thought that such a thing would really appear in front of them one day.

When Jason entered, the entire conference room was silent for a second or two, and all the mages, including the four mages who had just followed Jason here, had serious expressions on their faces, waiting for the three golden archmages to ask questions.

Jason saw the only female archmage sitting on the right pick up a piece of parchment on the table. Time had left its mark on the archmage's face, but the power of the Golden Rank made her look a little younger than the women who were over half a hundred years old. The Golden Archmage, Moore, Jason can accurately call her by name, an Archmage who has been active in the Silver Tower for almost fifty years.

"Now that you're standing here, I think you know what you were called here for?" Moore put the parchment down, revealing a smile that was very comfortable but not disrespectful to the dead Long.

"Yes, ma'am." Jason's nervous heart suddenly calmed down.

"Very well, I'll ask you a few questions, and I hope you can answer them truthfully." Moore said in an approving tone, "How many people killed Lang, and what kind of strength did they have?" ”

Jason thought they would say a few words of greeting, but Moore didn't expect to ask directly. On the way here, he had simulated the content of the question several times in his head, and the moment he heard Moore's question, he blurted out the answer: "Three people, well, and a very beautiful big bird." As for strength, the two gold ranks, the remaining one and that bird are both silver ranks. ”

Jason's answer threw a pebble into the quiet conference room, instantly making a noise.

The mages whispered to vent their surprise: two golden ranks, no wonder Lang didn't survive the battle.

After solving this question that was bothering them, another question followed, which force were the people of these two golden ranks, and why did they want to be enemies of the Silver Tower.

"Are you sure it's two gold, two silver?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sure."

"Describe it."

The question was somewhat difficult, but Jason had to look for the situation from his messy memories.

"One of the two Gold Professionals is the Golden Juggernaut, probably a knight, he wears silver armor and his weapon is a great sword. By the way, his fighting spirit is milky white, and he is very impressed because he has never seen a fighting spirit of this color before. "It's not that the fighting energy of light energy is absent in this world, but more often than not, they manifest themselves in a golden or silver way, rather than milky white.

"And a gold is a priest'......"

Interrupting Jason's answer was another bearded archmage, sitting on his left, his eyes wide open, and his messy beard resembling an angry lion, Archmage Brian.

"Priest? Not a mage? "The difference between a priest and a mage is too great, and at this time they would rather kill a mage than a priest who killed Lang.

The reason is simple, a priest of the gold rank means that there is a god behind him, and there are more powerful priests. Brian couldn't figure out when their Silver Tower offended the power of the Church, the Harvest Church or the Sky Church?

"I'm afraid yes, sir, a priest." Distinguishing between a priest and a mage can be difficult for a power-type warrior, but it's very simple for a mage, and it's hard to make mistakes. In the unique vision of the mage, you can easily see the spiritual light of faith on the priests, as dazzling as the moon in the starry sky.

"The aura of faith on his body is very strong, and his whole person is almost shrouded in milky white mist, and there is a large aperture behind his head......" Jason gradually calmed down, and made a gesture to indicate how big that aperture was when he answered.

Contrary to his calmed heart, the hearts of all the mages present gradually became heavier, the priests, the murderers of Master Lang and the participation of the priests. Which church archbishop did it?

Brian asked the doubts in their hearts.

"I don't know, I don't know, sir." Jason's face flushed and stammered under Brian's substantial gaze, and he struggled to recall the details, "By the way, a pattern, there's a big pattern on the priest's clothes. ”

After thinking about this, the young man finally stopped stumbling: "It's a strange cross. ”

Jason gestured with his hands at the dance, but basically no one could read it.

The three archmages above exchanged a look: "A brand new logo? ”

"Yes, I haven't seen it before." Every air in the conference room was filled with oppression, making Jason tense again.

"Moore, don't waste your time, use that spell." Brian crumpled the parchment in his hand into a ball and still on the ground, interrupting Moore again as he was about to question.

"It's the best option." The last Golden Archmage, an old man said. Jason knew him, Golden-Intermediate Archmage Goffman.

"Since you insist......" Moore pulled out her wand and pointed at Jason. This action made Jason's whole body stiffen, and his expression showed a frightened expression.

"Don't be afraid, young man. Moore just uses a spell on you that will reveal what you saw that day. Well, from now on, all you have to do is remember the battle of that day. In Goffman's voice, Jason's whole body seemed to be soaked in a warm bathtub, and his mind recalled the scene over and over again.

"I really didn't expect this spell I invented to be used on him one day." With a whisper of grumbling, a beam of silver-gray light shot out of Moore's wand, which swirled and twisted in the air and landed on Jason's head.

These silver-gray rays of light burrowed through Jason's ears, nose, and eyes, and looked very scary. Soon Jason's entire head was almost entangled in this silver-gray light, and the whole person stood there silently and motionless.

After about half a minute, the silver-gray light dragged something neatly backwards. Finally, a glimmer of silver light was dragged out of Jason's head.

"It worked." With a wave of Moore's wand, silver-gray rays of light intertwined in the air to form a curtain of light. The silver light dragged out of Jason's brain was thrown into the light curtain by Moore. During this time, Jason stood in place with his eyes open, his eyes blank, as if he had lost his soul.

The silver light splashed ripples in the light curtain, the light curtain jumped, and some pictures appeared in the light curtain in a scattered manner.

What appeared in the light curtain were three people and a beautiful big bird, just like Jason had just said. A young mage, a golden swordmaster, and a golden archbishop.

Almost as soon as the young mage's appearance appeared in the light curtain, the mages present had already recognized who he was, Adam, Adam Weaving, a mysterious white mage from Celtic.

Just two months ago, they had been here discussing what to do with Adam, whether it was to ask him about the white magic that had never been seen on Eupra or to have a friendly exchange. There was a lot of arguing at that meeting, and the four archmages had serious disagreements, arguing with the other mages sitting here for an entire day over ideas, the development of white magic, and the position of the Silver Tower.

Yes, Master Lang was a strong advocate of asking for spells and magic from Adam. Some of the mages had their eyes twinkled, apparently aware that Lang had hired the Seven Evildoers to hunt down Adam. In this way, the matter is explained, there must be something wrong with the link of the Seven Evils, leaking the employer's information.

This is Adam's revenge!

Suddenly a detail occurred to them, and if I am not mistaken, Jason had just replied that it was two gold and two silver. When did Adam advance to the Silver rank? How old is he? In the information they gathered, Adam was nothing more than an 18-year-old young man who had just reached adulthood.

The picture on the light curtain shook a little, and he jumped to the next scene, this time a battle.

The Golden Swordmaster stood by Adam's side, fighting the mysterious priest not far from them. Now they finally saw the pattern on the priest's body, which was a sun cross. Attentive people noticed that the same sign was on the tip of the wand in Adam's hand, and there was no doubt that they were in a group. However, they were puzzled by the greater question: how could a mage share a symbol with a priest, and that it was most likely a symbol of an unknown god!

The strength of this mysterious golden archbishop was very strong, the white-gold flames were overwhelming, and the spear wrapped in lightning was amazingly powerful, even if there was not a trace of sound transmitted from the light curtain, they could feel the intensity of the battle at that time.

Then the screen jumps again, and this time on the light curtain is a huge cross, a cross composed entirely of light energy. Although I don't know how high this cross is, Lang, who also appeared in the light curtain, is so small in front of the cross.

Golden Magic!

The cross vibrated with billowing light energy, releasing a dazzling light, and the next moment the entire light curtain was filled with this light.

For the next fifteen seconds, the entire light curtain was filled with this milky white light, and when the light dissipated, there was no longer Lang's figure in the sky, only the three people and one bird who left quickly.

All of this reminded the mages of the fact that in the attack of the divine magic just now, Lang, a golden primary-level archmage, had fallen.