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In the northeastern corner of the Aditya continent, deep in the barren land behind the desert and mountains, the Mother River is at the mouth of the easternmost estuary of the continent, and there is such a fertile land, like an oasis in the wilderness.

This is a bay that is called Silver Moon Bay by the locals because it resembles a crescent moon and is covered in silver in the pine forests along the coast after winter.

It is said that this is the home of the elves, and some say that this is the last place where the elves live in seclusion, but legend has it that this kind of thing has never been plausible, and the people who live there have never seen any elves, and those cloaked weirdos have seen a lot.

Anyone who knows the history of Silvermoon Bay knows that an ancient kingdom was born here, but that kingdom was so short that most people have forgotten his name. The current Silver Moon Bay is ruled by more than a dozen princes, the largest of which is a prosperous port, and the smallest is only a castle with two or three villages under its jurisdiction.

Many people blame the division of Silvermoon Bay on the war between the nobles, but in fact, they do not see the essence of the problem. To put it bluntly, the rulers of Silvermoon Bay are not nobles or princes at all, but a group of wizards who control mysterious powers.

In this world where magic is exhausted, Silvermoon Bay is one of the few places where magical elements are enriched, and even the thorny wasteland that goes deep into the heart of the Aditya continent can't compare.

The rumors of the so-called elven hometown may have come from this point. Some people even speculate that the root of the Jialan Vortex is here, and it is here that the elves have sealed the source of magic in this world for more than 3,000 years.

It is precisely because of this incident that Silvermoon Bay has become unstable recently.

Some people say that three thousand years have passed, the Kalan Vortex has come to an end, the age of wizards is coming, and the majesty of the gods is falling.

It is also said that strange calls can often be heard in the forest lately, like some kind of strange monster.

None of these rumors are groundless, and those who maintain a keen sense have discovered that there have been a lot of ships coming to Silvermoon Bay recently, and there are a few abnormal ones.

A group of cloaked eccentrics began to gather in the area, as if they had come to participate in some kind of grand ceremony.

Those people's hunches were not wrong, in the past half month, almost the wizards of the entire world have gathered here.

To wait for a meeting to start......

……

In the middle of Silvermoon Bay, in the midst of a pine forest, sits a majestic castle.

Kamanburg, that's its name. This fortress in the midst of a pine forest is like a castle in a fairy tale, with marble walls and a gate made of six-metre-high fire wood inlaid with precious stones.

At this moment, the gates of the castle were closed, and a group of knights in silver armor guarded the door.

Every knight exudes an aura that is not inferior to that of a master knight, especially the knight standing in the first place, who has already stepped into the holy rank, and the body under the steel armor faintly contains the power of dragon blood.

If someone lifted the visor of his helmet, they would have exhaled in surprise.

Count Yavit!

The host of Gamanburg!

Standing at the door like a guard!

What a distinguished guest in the castle at this moment!

In the main hall of the castle, next to a round stone table, sat about twenty people in cloaks, and behind these people, stood a black pressed figure, most of them also wearing cloaks. Those who can sit at the table are at least the strength of two-star wizards, and a few wizards have even reached the level of three-star. As for the other wizards who are standing, they are all one-star strength, or they have just broken through the bottleneck of one star and have only stepped into the threshold of two-star wizards.

There were a few empty seats at the round table, and the seven families of Stubborn Stone Town had an accident and were collectively absent from this meeting. However, this is not a big deal, the seven closed wizard families have no interest in the so-called "Wizard Alliance" in the first place, and they are not keen on anything other than the secret feast at all.

With or without them, it doesn't make any difference.

A solemn voice echoed through the stone hall, a voice that was gentle, gentle, but powerful.

“…… Ladies and gentlemen, we are standing at the fork in the road of destiny, and a new era is coming. ”

Sitting at the head of the stone round table was a majestic old man, who saw his cloudy gaze sweep over the wizards present, and slowly continued: "I believe you have felt the power flowing in the earth beneath our feet, which is restlessly agitated. ”

"The spell that the ancient elves have placed on us is being loosened with the weathering of time, but it is both a shackle that binds us and a guardian of us."

"It's about the fate of the world, and it's about the fate of each and every one of us."

"Is it to continue the mission of the Blue Vortex, or to welcome the unknown fate."

"I hope everyone here will make your choice carefully."

The moment the words fell, the parchment on the stone table was blown up by the wind, torn into thumb-sized pieces in the air, and flew into the hands of every wizard present with unmistakable accuracy.

Andorra, standing in the corner, reached out and took a piece of paper, staring at it in deep thought.

At this time, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side.

"Hmph, this boring trick...... Looks like I came for nothing. ”

The piece of paper in his hand burned to ashes, and the man sitting in the corner of the stone table had a disdainful smile on his face.

The wizards in the main hall looked at him one after another, and a trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of many people, but some people were expressionless, and even secretly happy.

Tower of the Polar Night!

As one of the three major forces in the world, the Tower of the Polar Night, located in the northernmost part of the world, bathes in the aurora all year round, and is the territory of the wizard Kasiu.

At the age of less than two hundred, he has the strength of this three-star wizard, and Cassiu is often considered the best of the young wizards, and the wizarding genius who is most likely to break through the four-star bottleneck. The Polar Night School that he created can be said to be unique among the wizards of this world.

The old man sitting at the top of the stone table had a gloomy look on his face.

His name is Ural, and as the Wizard of Silvermoon Bay, he is the ruler of Silvermoon Bay, and if the entire wizarding world resembles a leader-like figure.

At nearly six hundred years old, he may be the longest-lived person in this world, and even the longest-lived half-elf has not lived as long as it.

Conceptually, he was in favor of maintaining the Blue Vortex, because at the age of six hundred, no matter how abundant the magic elements in this world were, it was unlikely that he would go any further.

As far as he is concerned, he has long given up on making further progress in his cultivation, and instead focuses on maintaining the stability in front of him.

This was not only his idea, but also the idea of most white wizards.

"Cassiu, are you going against the entire Wizarding Alliance?" Ural said with a gloomy face.

"The Wizarding Alliance? Hehe," Cassiu continued in a somber voice, "don't you think it's ridiculous to transfer that mortal set to a wizard?" I'm sorry I can't go on with you for this stupid meeting, didn't they all say that the sealing node of the Blue Vortex is in the bay beneath our feet? If you want to maintain this stupid barrier, why don't you try it yourself? ”

"The affairs of wizards should be solved with strength."

Throwing down these words, Cassius stood up and walked out of the main hall without looking back.

Not far from the door, a group of black-robed wizards also followed his footsteps and left here.

The wizards in the main hall reacted differently, and some of them didn't say anything, and turned around and left the main hall silently. Some people hesitantly looked at the pieces of paper in their hands, wondering whether there was still a need to cast this vote.

Standing in the corner of the main hall, Andorra sighed in his heart.

Really......

As soon as he heard about the vote, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

The wizards have split into two factions, one believing that the seal on the Blue Vortex should be lifted and the magic should return to the land. The other faction advocates repairing the seal and continuing to maintain the barrier left by the elves.

The vast majority of white wizards, including himself, are in favor of the latter.

Because once the blue vortex is lifted, the ensuing tide of magic will only bring surging magic power, and it will also bring some bad things outside the world.

The threat of chaos is secondary, and wizards may be afraid of the power of the gods, but they will not take the followers of the gods seriously.

What really scared all the wizards here was the threat from the wizarding continent.

A three-star wizard is enough to stand at the pinnacle of power in this world, but when it comes to the wizard continent, it is not worth mentioning at all. The knowledge they were proud of was as small as a candle to the sun to a wizard from the academy.

This is the gap between wild wizards and academic wizards, it is not an exaggeration to say that the world under their feet is equivalent to a secret realm for the wizards of the wizard continent.

It's just that because the concentration of magic elements in this world is too low and the resources are scarce, it is too chicken for the wizard towers on the wizard continent, and some small wizard towers that lack fresh blood will occasionally send giant ships to this world to recruit apprentices in the mortal realm.

However, once the blue vortex is lifted, the meaning is completely different.

Once the difference in the concentration of magic elements between the two worlds becomes smaller, the resources of this world will sooner or later attract the attention of those powerful wizards in the wizarding continent.

For academic wizards, the wild wizards of this world are nothing more than indigenous, and this undeveloped virgin land is like a piece of fat......

The contradictions between the two sides with different ideas are so acute that it is impossible to solve any problem through voting, because it is impossible for the two sides to compromise with each other.

Looking at the face of the Ural Tieqing, Andorra sighed in his heart.

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