The Dead Cloud lasted for five minutes before dissipating, and the magic halls of the Wizard's Tower had been reduced to a place of death and blood.

The vines shattered by the fireball spell fell to the ground, returning to their original thin appearance. The corpses of several wizard acolytes were torn apart by the explosion, and the flesh was charred and stenched.

The ornate chandelier hanging on the top of the hall fell down, and the lamp stand with a diameter of more than five meters fell into a pile of twisted iron frames. Broken crystal lampshades flew everywhere.

The floor was originally painted with twinkling stars, but now it was swept away by dozens of arcane bombardments, cracking like cobwebs, leaving traces of craters.

Seven or eight wizards died in the hall, including the Spell Chief, as well as members of the Wizarding Order. This was a major blow to Coldwind City, as it was so difficult to train wizards.

The most casualties were the sorcerer's acolytes, who were hired to defend their employers, but were caught in a battle to the death. They were unable to teleport freely within the Wizard's Tower, and were shrouded in death clouds and were unlucky.

The poison made the tragic condition of the deceased indescribable, and the corpses were distorted into unconventional appearances, their eyes were wide and bloodshot, and their faces were extremely painful.

In addition, the number of injured escapees is unknown, at least two or three times as many as dead.

Zhou Qingfeng almost won completely. Even he didn't realize how easy victory would come. The so-called chiefs of the wizarding group are usually too bluffing, and they can't really show some strength when they fight.

"Master, you're hurt." The battle is over, and Erin returns to the magic hall with the goblins.

In the battle, Zhou Qingfeng was like a firepower magnet, attracting more than half of the opponent's attacks. In addition to a group of wizard squires who rushed up, at least a dozen arcane beings hit him.

Seven or eight magic missiles were blocked by the shield technique, and a beam of lightning was resisted. Other spells, petrification, charm, freezing, some are exempted by the perfect body, and some are blocked by stone walls and the like.

Fortunately, I didn't encounter unreasonable attacks such as 'dissociation', and there was no irresistible arcane above level 7, so I saved 3,200 bonds.

Erin gave a minor injury treatment to help Zhou Qingfeng recover. He also made holy water with his own hands and poured it on his head.

It was only when he raised his arm that he realized that in addition to the tattered clothes that had been blown by the lightning, he had an extra slender arrow on his shoulder at some point.

There were also barbs on the arrows, and they reached out and pulled them out, bringing out a wave of black blood. The blood quickly returned to normal, but the wound was quite severe, and the bone was deep and visible.

This is the memorial left to Zhou Qingfeng when Rao, the chief of plastic energy, fled. That guy probably improved the trick-level 'Arrow Shooting' and created a poisonous arrow with a burst effect.

Zhou Qingfeng was also hit by a 'disarming magic', and his protection against the arrow was eliminated, and he was hit by this instantaneous arrow.

Of course, Rao didn't feel good either. As he teleported for his life, the Adamantite Shuttle broke through his defenses and made a hole in his back, nearly knocking him through.

Erin retrieved a silver knife and cut open the wound on her master's shoulder. He swept the missing arrow in his hand, threw it away, and said to Mondino, "You have come to take over the Wizard's Tower and clean up the rebels."

Wallgrass is now not allowed. Either join us or be our enemy. This is true even for noble wizards.

Tonight's battle was an accident, but it was inevitable that we won. There is no need to show any mercy when it starts, and I will make an announcement to the whole city. ”

The Hall of Magic itself is the hub for teleportation to all levels of the tower.

Zhou Qingfeng stepped past the layers of corpses and the coagulated black bloodstains, and stepped into the portal to the prophecy system.

It is a door frame made of stars and mist. After passing through, the field of vision darkened, but the heavens and the earth suddenly enlarged.

The prophecy is attached to the top of the Wizard's Tower, which is separated from the inside and outside by a transparent force field, but the sky and stars can be seen when you look up. ...... bowed his head, the entire Coldwind City was under his feet.

The Department of Prophecy has high requirements for qualifications, and the number of people in the department, including apprentices, is less than ten. But the Chief Prophecy is firmly at the top of the eight factions.

Sophia, the book, followed in and circled around the top of the tower.

"Master, the whole city can be monitored here. It is the best command point in wartime. Rao's men really don't dare to let you control this place at will. ”

"Can I address the whole city?"

"Absolutely."

The top of the Prophecy Tower looked like a bare platform, with nothing.

Sophia floated to the middle of the top of the tower, and with a light hand, a closed circle appeared. She frowned and pondered for about ten seconds, her fingers touching the circle quickly.

The circle was unraveled after half a minute, and the entire top of the tower was immediately deformed.

The ground cracked, and a huge astronomical observation telescope was raised, and the transparent isolation force field turned into a dome, revealing an exquisite and ornate star pattern.

Moving walls are constantly appearing around the top of the empty tower, forming dozens of spaces for different purposes. Library, meditation room, prayer room.

The huge astronomical telescope at the top of the tower was raised out of thin air and became an independent observatory. Behind the telescope, a hemispherical sand table appears.

Inside the sand table is the scene of Coldwind City and its surrounding five kilometers.

Oh ......, Zhou Qingfeng stood in front of the real sand table and let out a surprised sound, "This looks really high-end." ”

Sophia looked up proudly, "Old Banker hid this place, he thought no one would be able to take advantage of it. But his level is still too bad in front of me. ”

Shumei smiled and released a 'sound amplification' trick for Zhou Qingfeng, pointed to the real sand table and said, "Master, please." You're ready to address the whole city. ”

Hahaha.....

Zhou Qingfeng thanked his maid, coughed lightly, looked at the miniature real-life sand table, and said loudly: "The residents of Cold Wind City, I am disturbed late at night.

I'm Victor. Hugo, I am speaking to you in the Wizard's Tower.

There was an accident tonight.

In order to maintain his evil and corrupt rule, the noble lord of Coldwind City brazenly launched a despicable assassination against us. But their clumsy methods were met with a shameful failure.

When I wanted to track down the murderer, the sorcerer, the lackey of the noble lord, stepped in to stop him. They don't care about fairness and justice at all, they only care about their own interests.

For a long time, the city's magnates repeatedly oppressed the low-level commoners with heavy taxes, complicated labor, and unreasonable privileges. They are arrogant, greedy, self-righteous, and they have committed countless heinous crimes.

The nobles thought they were noble, and they thought that their rule would last forever. What a ridiculous thought.

Because from now on, it's all over.

It doesn't matter what the Longlegs, the Arad family, the Lehman family, or the Minos family, they are like rotting corpses in a coffin, emitting a disgusting stench all the time.

I have repeatedly endured the presence of these incompetent maggots, trying to please them, reassure them, and hope that they will mend their ways and realize their mistakes.

But I was wrong. I am so naïve, I actually believe that jackals will one day not eat sheep, I believe that nobles can find out with their conscience, and I believe that their own goodness can move evil.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

I realized that the only people I could rely on were not the high aristocrats, but the poor who were suffering. It's you, ordinary craftsmen, traders, farmers, and hired laborers. The only one I can count on is you.

I cannot allow greedy ambition to get out of control, I cannot ignore tyrannical evil with impunity, and I cannot indulge disorderly power to do evil.

I will abolish all the privileges of the nobility in commerce, land, and law, restore the personal freedom of the slaves, and give the poor basic subsistence security.

I want no more poll taxes, no more forced labor, and all the unfair debts borne by the common people will be nullified.

I will confiscate the property of all the nobles in the city, reopen the backlog of cases, restore the honour of the oppressed and humiliated, and prosecute the nobles for their past sins.

I'm going to cut off the old forces and fight them to the end. ”