Silvery-white moonlight sprinkled over Ireland's largest and most dangerous Nottingham Forest.

Pale blue Irish fireflies, glowing warmly, turned into a clear blue stream in the silent night, flowing among the tall, ancient silver-shirted trees.

This vibrant forest night is filled with tranquility and peace.

"Whew!"

However, an unruly lone wolf with three scratches on his right eye, shook the two fluffy pointed ears on his head, and howled haughtily at the cold bright moon in the starry sky.

The sturdy creature sprinted its claws toward the center of the forest at great speed.

The oncoming wind blew the hair on its forehead, its eyes emitted a purple light visible to the naked eye, and the ubiquitous wind element in the forest surrounded it with a trace of cyan lines, and the howling wind not only did not become an obstacle to it, but quickly merged into those azure lines, making its running speed continue to rise.

Finally, the proud wolf broke through the last bush in front of it, and what appeared in front of it was the true heart of Nottingham Woods - an ancient silver-shirted tree so huge that its canopy even obscured the night sky.

It ran as fast as it could, without slowing down at all, and with a vigorous stomp on its sturdy forelimbs, its entire body soared 7 or 8 meters, slamming into the ancient silver-shirted tree.

"Poof!" There was a soft sound.

The walls of the wide silver fir trees rippled in circles and circles.

Its gaze was sharp, and it blended unhindered into the ripples that rippled round and round.

In an instant, heaven and earth were transformed. The stars are moving.

What appeared in front of this proud creature was not the starry light of the outside world. A world of tranquility at night.

It was as if the world was sounding the epic music of St. Petersburg on the continent of Obarro, and all the unimaginable miracles of the world were concentrated in this moment!

A fantastically magnificent half-plane. Appeared in front of the purple beast eyes.

A soft and not dazzling white light emanates from the four walls of the holy space, illuminating everything in the space.

An incomparably large area of at least nearly 10,000 square kilometers of land, somewhat similar to the ancient Gothic cities in the Marvel world, a giant floating city from the ancient Magic Empire period, suspended in this half-dimensional blue sky.

Thousands of ancient magic towers of varying thickness, height, and inscribed with countless magical patterns of mysterious light shining with seven colors, like guards that have existed since ancient times. Towering in all the corners of the floating city, large and small.

Countless alchemy workshops with different functions and strange shapes, as well as defensive magic energy pylons, giant magic energy puppets are scattered among them, and their huge bodies shine alternately in the city with various magnificent brilliance.

This huge floating city stood still in the sky, although the nearly eight floors of the ancient magic tower and alchemy building in it had collapsed or shattered.

But from the floating city is still suspended in mid-air. and the translucent purple magic shield on its exterior that is enough to wrap its entire huge body, it can still be seen that this ruined ancient magic empire was created at its peak to this day. The main body of the foundation is also kept intact.

Unlike the dilapidated and old giant floating city suspended in mid-air, this half-dimensional earth. It is an endless farmland of magical energy made up of patches and patches.

Thousands of spellcaster apprentices. Dressed in rough gray apprentice robes, he played with those that emitted all kinds of strange brilliance. Magical plants with different characteristics.

At the very center of the Magical Farmland, a small but brand-new spellcaster town, towered over.

Nine magic towers ranging from 300 to 500 feet in blue-gray lava marble sit in the heart of the town, emitting the dim glow of the earthy earth element.

The demon wolf wrapped in the lines of the wind element, running and shuttling through this vast magical energy farmland, the spellcasters who came and went seemed to be very familiar with this demon wolf, and did not stop it, but let it rush directly into the town unimpeded, and entered the most central and highest magic tower.

In the divination room on the top floor of the magic tower, hundreds of crystal balls are surrounded by candles and animal oil lamps rarely seen in this town, and the flickering flames reflect mysterious patterns in the shadows of the corners.

"Did the only daughter of the royal family finally appear?"

A somewhat old man in a white robe sat in front of the candle, his deep voice echoing in the darkness of the divination room.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!" After ・・・・・・ series of soft sounds, the originally dim crystal balls lit up one by one, and nearly 40 faces that were either young or old appeared on the surface of the crystal ball.

"Master Todd Reilly, in the name of the 'Moulton' Earth Elemental Order, you have requested the convening of a meeting of the highest level of masters."

"Is there anything important?"

A middle-aged woman with flaming red hair asked with some hurried expression.

"My rainbow magic potion is at the pincture of the most critical moment in the configuration."

At the beginning of her words, the faces of the 7 and 8 crystal balls also revealed a trace of anxiety, and it could be seen that these people should also be sitting on something important.

"Uther and Igrein's only daughter, appeared!"

"What?"

"The remnants of the royal family have finally appeared! I can't wait! ”

"Yes, in the prophecy, the emergence of a new king will be accompanied by the birth of the first arcanist of the new era!"

"Yes! We can finally know what kind of spellcaster class the Arcanist will be! ”

・・・・・・

For a while, after the collapse of the previously peaceful ancient empire, one of the four remaining spell-casting organizations in the English Islands-Moulton, on the top floor of the most central spell-casting tower, nearly forty mysterious silver ring masters in front of their apprentices were talking excitedly.

At the end of the Magic Empire Era, at the beginning of the Second Magic Age, the last member of the Ancient Magic Empire who had experienced the Arcane Termination, the War of the Destruction of the Imperial Net, the Grand Arcanist Karthas, drove the ruined floating city "Izrael" across the ocean to this uninhabited English Isles.

After making the final arrangements before the fall - a short prophetic poem left for his servants after releasing the nine-ring arcane "Levi's Eternal Tempest" in the strait between England and the sacred Obaro continent.

“・・・・・・

My servant,

The bloody footsteps of the abyss, just gone away.

The glory of the Offa has dimmed.

however

Pull out the hilt of the sword from the stone of the gold,

The reappearance of the Camelot throne,

The blue-eyed maiden of the Red Dragon Family is about to rise.

afterwards

The dark shadow that shuttles through the earth,

will walk with it,

The Arcanists of a new era will finally arrive.

He will receive my inheritance,

Open the seal of the sky,

Continuing the ・・・・・・ of the Empire"

Yes, servant.

The original identities of the so-called four major spellcaster organizations are actually descendants of the servants who served the Grand Arcanist Karthas.

However, after the passage of time and several large-scale wars with the Abyss Demon Calamity, the descendants of the Mortal Plague who suffered heavy casualties had to absorb the new blood of the outside world.

Gradually, the gathering place of descendants of the family inheritance was transformed into a spellcaster organization of master-apprentice inheritance.

And the prophetic poem left behind by the Grand Arcanist Karthas has also changed from a well-known announcement to a secret that is now only circulated at the top of the four major spellcaster organizations.

The true legacy of the Grand Arcanist Karthas, the floating city that towered high above, has not had a spellcaster been able to enter it for nearly 2,000 years since Karthas' death.

If you really want to get the knowledge sealed by the archarcanist Karthas, the vast ancient magic empire contained in it, according to the prophecy, you must find the first arcanist who appeared in the Second Magical Age with the resurrection of the Royal House of Camelot.

The Ring Masters of the Four Great Spellcaster Organizations, who were still in the excitement with uncertain faces on their faces, did not question the deathbed prophecy of the legendary Grand Arcanist who could transcend the long river of fate and rise above all things.

This is also one of the important reasons why most of these high-ranking and extraordinary spellcasters honestly stay in their respective caster organizations and do not stir up trouble in the world.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"Except for the seeds that have stayed in the outside world!"

"Restrain the casters below, and before the descendants of the red dragon rise, let's let us let it change!"

Master Todd Reilly's deep voice echoed through the divination room・・・・・・

All the Tour de France masters are looking forward to it at the moment.

All the Ring Masters are now in a reverie about the mysterious knowledge left behind by the Ancient Magic Empire after the opening of the Floating City.

As everyone knows, with the appearance of the main god and Edward, the long river of fate that was originally calm and stretched to the end of the world has thrown up a stormy ・・・・・・wave that is enough to overturn everything before (to be continued.) )