"No! It's too risky! ”

In the conference room of the third tower, a middle-aged wizard slapped the table heavily, with an angry face: "Who knows what happened to the medical department?" What if the enemy lies in ambush and waits for us to pass? ”

"The medical department must go to the rescue," an old wizard with white hair said with a serious face, "There are no wizards who are good at medicine, and we will be at an overwhelming disadvantage once dragged into a war of attrition." ”

"So the enemy must think so! They wouldn't be so stupid as to blow up most of the White Tower and leave us with the medical department alone! ”

The middle-aged wizard's fists clenched tightly on the table, and the joints creaked white.

After he finished speaking in one breath, he took a deep breath, and his flushed face faded a lot.

Then, in a slightly calmer tone, he added, "Leave the medical department alone. Especially now that the detection function of the 'lookout' is completely paralyzed, it is really unthinkable to use precious combat power to detect a place that is likely to be ambushed. ”

"If the medical department is wiped out, we have no hope of victory!"

The old wizard stubbornly objected: "Anyone should know that the Great Barrier has a detection function, and it is impossible for the enemy to set up an ambush inside the White Tower - as long as the battle wizard carries out a round of bombardment, their forces in ambush there will be completely wiped out." ”

"But now the detection function of the Great Barrier has been paralyzed!"

"They don't know about it! Even a great wizard probably didn't understand the meaning of every rune on the Great Barrier, how could this group of false god priests know! ”

The old wizard frowned, and the old voice rumbled through the chamber.

His words immediately angered the middle-aged wizard, "You mean, let's assume that they think our enchantment's detection isn't bad, right?" ”

The middle-aged wizard said as he lifted the corner of his mouth with disdain: "Fuck the assumptions!" You're not sick in the head, are you? Anyway, it's not you who went to the front, right? ”

"Watch your words! Archwizard Creek! ”

The old wizard was immediately so angry with him that even his beard trembled.

"-Quiet!"

Just before the tactical discussion was about to turn into a tear. Anvilia's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the heated discussion among the archwizards. Suddenly, all eyes were on Anvilia, and there was a brief silence in the meeting room.

Just before, tears like this were going on at the round table in the conference room in groups of two, three, or five. Although there are some people who discuss the atmosphere in a more harmonious atmosphere. But many more have fallen into a pattern of tearing up without progress.

It can be seen that the wizards are already in a bit of a hurry.

This generation of wizards has never experienced such a scene - except for a few tower masters, all the wizards who have experienced the war of the gods have all died of old age.

An Ruosi sighed deeply.

This thousand-year-old independent city, a wizard's paradise, reveals its weak roots when it is faced with a real test.

It's not so much that the White Pagoda is rotten, but that this is the limitation of the White Pagoda.

From the very beginning of its establishment, it was decided that this was a refuge for wizards and a paradise for wizards.

But the same. This also restricts the upper level of the White Tower to wizards. Whether it is political, diplomatic, economic, military...... All of them are part-time jobs by wizards. Before their social identity, they were more of a wizard first and foremost.

-- A scholar who is better at teaching and researching than management.

"Ann Ruosi."

"In!"

Suddenly, Anvilia's soft voice sounded in the ears of the distracted An Ruosi, which immediately startled him.

"Look at all this. Remember it, never forget it. ”

Anvilia's arm rested on the table. Her hands were crossed with her fingers crossed, and she placed them in front of her to cover half of her chin.

She looked ahead with a flat look without the slightest expression on her face: "This will be your mission." ”

Anville's words have no beginning and no end. But An Ruosi was stunned.

After about three or four seconds, An Ruosi lowered her head. He replied softly with great seriousness, "...... Be. ”

"Good."

Anvilia nodded with satisfaction, sat down in his seat flatly, looked at the great wizards who were looking at him, and announced softly in a flat and confident tone: "Then everyone, I have listened to you for a while, now I will talk about the next course of action." ”

"First of all. Completely abandon the area outside the Sixth Ring Road, shrink the defensive force to the area with large equipment," Anvilia said casually, almost cruelly, "leaving the low-level wizards with large equipment in one-third as replacements, and the rest with small and medium-sized equipment that can move all retreat to the third ring road." And open the Distorted Enchantment at the Four Rings. ”

"Nope! This is absolutely not a no-go! ”

"Just give them up? That's more than a thousand people! ”

Suddenly. The conference hall was fried.

The number of large instruments in the Sixth Ring is only in the early 1,000s. It is a weapon for wizards who can exert the destructive power of the silver rank as long as it is manipulated by a wizard. If you compare ritual items such as staves to hands. guns, then these murder weapons, which are simply collectively referred to as "instruments", are equivalent to machines. Gun.

Whether it's the Meteorite Tower or the Blaster Guardian - before the operator's magic runs out, they'll be able to instantly unleash silver-tier sorcery. Even if their mana runs out, they can continue to manipulate it for a while at the cost of their lives.

More than eighty percent of the wizards are now concentrated in the Six Rings, ready to use these weapons in a rotational manner to inflict devastating blows on the armies of the gods - and Anvilia means that more than seventy percent of the wizards who are now preparing for war in the Six Rings will be withdrawn, and then a small number of people will be left to consume the number of enemies.

And when the Distorted Enchantment is opened, it is equivalent to separating the inside and outside of the Enchantment into two worlds. Unless the barrier is shattered with a prolonged bombardment, there is no possibility for outsiders to enter.

Anvilia is tantamount to saying clearly, "Anyway, the large equipment can't be moved, so it's better to send a thousand people to waste it."

In the face of the disgruntled archwizards, Anvilia did not say anything.

"Humph......"

Scott let out a cold snort and gently pressed his hand against the table.

Suddenly, the world in front of the eyes of all the great wizards quickly faded into some kind of dry and monotonous scene.

Then, they start to twist.

It's like thick cardboard that has been wet and then baked at high temperatures. Everything in the horizon quickly lost their image, everything became absurd, and the noise of chirping rang in my ears.

Not to mention witchcraft, they have almost lost the ability to think in a twisted world.

It lasted about half a minute before everything gradually returned to its original state.

The conference hall of the Third Tower was once again silent. Some of the archwizards were pale, others were blue, but they all kept their mouths shut.

Scott cocked up his finger and put it to his mouth. His ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cold smile that didn't smile at all.

"Don't make noise, okay......"

As if afraid to wake someone asleep, Scott wiggled his head slightly, but didn't look at anyone: he muttered to himself, "Obedient, children." ”

Creeps.

It's like being targeted by wolves before learning witchcraft. Even though Scott didn't stare at anyone from start to finish, neither intimidating nor threatening, the backs of some of the fiercest wizards who had been in trouble before were completely soaked.

"Can I go on?"

Anvilia asked softly, with an expression on her face.

No one responded, and therefore no one refuted.

So Anvilia spoke, and continued: "Abandon the Medical Department and the Search and Rescue Department, and the Battle Wizard will carry out the covering bombing. ”

"Wizards of the Black Iron Rank and below do not participate in the battle, and all enter the shelter."

"Directly open the enchantment of the old city, without thinking about consumption."

"Inform the non-wizard inhabitants of the impending war, and let them leave the White Tower......"

Anville read out more than a dozen decisions in a row, all of which had been discussed by everyone before and had not been agreed upon.

Although a third of the great wizards here were unhappy with Anvilia's decision, they did not resist in the slightest.

They had never seen the power of Anvilia with their own eyes. Therefore, despite the respect for Anvilia, he is not afraid.

Previously, Scott had abolished all of their spell casting abilities without doing anything, giving them a little insight into what level Anvilia was at.

Thus, under Anvilia's arbitrary iron fist, the slow-moving White Tower began to operate at a surprisingly fast speed for the first time.

Because Claudia was asleep in the First Tower, Anville did not leave the White Tower; The civil strife in the White Tower, which was caused by Yali that year, also did not occur. As a result, Anviglia is now able to conduct here, and the White Tower has twice as many living forces as it used to be, and all the large equipment is in good working order.

The changes brought about by Roland have once again reversed key historical events. (To be continued.) )