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It was uncomfortable for the group to come up with someone shortly after they broke away from the group, and everyone gave each other a strange look, and since Charlie pointed out Mr. Sival's question, there were more and more signs confirming some of the suspicions.

Soon, led by the undead apprentice, the team came to the fortifications that were being built, and when the busy crowd stopped working, when the attention zoomed in from a stone or a piece of wood to the entire fortification, people realized that it was so large and so fast to build.

A forest of nearly 20,000 square meters was razed to the ground, and buried branches and leaves could be seen everywhere, and the dark brown soil was turned out, turning out a moist and rotten smell, the forest was like a giant beast, and this clearing was like a wound that had been peeled off its fur, revealing ugly scars.

Three towers nearly fifty meters tall stand in front of you, a cut above the forest, and they are made of thick wooden beams to form a basic skeleton, as always, embodying the poor aesthetics of the necromancer, with a rough and ugly appearance, never considering the overall design, not seeking beauty, and only pursuing basic functions.

At this moment, Sival stood on the tallest tower, and at the top of the tower was a huge black boiler, under which a dark red flame burned and the sound of billowing foam, and I don't know what was boiled, and there was an indescribable smell in the air, like boiling a basket of stinky socks, rotten flesh, and pumpkins overnight.

Standing in the crowd, Qianxue slapped her nose and twitched twice, making a vomiting gesture, "Uh! This smell is really unbearable, I'm going to be smoked to death!"

Erin laughed, "Then you still inhale hard?

The atmosphere was inexplicably relieved, and everyone couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment, Sivar raised his hand slightly, and with his movements, the sky surged, and the dark clouds became thicker and thicker, condensing into a swirling cloud, black and oppressive, as if opening a transmission channel from another world.

"Twilight apprentices, I'm Sival Proudmoor, more than ten years ago, I took over the Necromancer Academy, and in front of the old Dean Ferdin, I vowed to lead the Necromancer out of the predicament in front of me!

For more than ten years, I have been working towards this goal all the time!

The Twilight Forest is the most important part of the strategic plan, the Twilight Forest is bordered by the storm ocean in the north and the Cadivaro Mountains in the south, and is very rich in resources, especially at the end of the mountain range, because it is closed all year round, it contains many precious herbs, rich minerals and rare magical beasts, it is like a natural treasure trove waiting for us to excavate.

The three frontier posts are the first foothold for the implementation of the expansion plan, and the goal is getting closer and closer, and it seems that we can start to reap the first round of results.

But at this moment, we have been hit like never before!

The selfish, arrogant, and extremely stupid elves! a small and closed race! who want to take the vast twilight forest for themselves?!

More than five years of continuous construction and operation, 13 experimental teams, 27 high-end professors in the field, more than 200 experimental personnel, and 500 promising apprentices were all destroyed by them overnight, and the investment worth 3 million points was razed to the ground!" Speaking of this, Sivar clenched his fists, clenched his teeth, and breathed heavily

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The dry face continued to twitch because of excessive force, and the whole person entered a state of hysteria.

An indescribable weight enveloped everyone, like falling into an ice cellar, and the ice water wrapped around the whole body, making it difficult to breathe.

And the black clouds hovering above him were also in the same mood, black and oppressive, getting lower and lower, and the whole fortification square was silent and extremely depressing.

The numbers listed by Sival can indeed give people mountain-like pressure, 3 million points is not 3 million gold coins, what kind of concept is that?!

Charlie remembers that in the main courtyard points trading market, the legendary equipment as a national strategic reserve is priced in millions, and the legendary equipment used by the Grand Magister can often change the outcome of a small-scale war, and even tamper with the fortunes of the country.

This time was equivalent to the loss of several pieces of legendary equipment, no wonder he was so furious.

Sival finally revealed the identity of his opponent, and this is basically impossible to hide, but is the truth really as he said?!

"Those white-skinned monkeys with long ears must be paid for with blood!" There was a roar from the crowd, which instantly ignited the atmosphere of the venue.

"Blood debt and blood payment!!"

A stream of blood surged up, the apprentices shouted one after another, their hearts thundered with the earth-shattering slogan, and the blood galloped like a fierce horse in the meridians......

Even Charlie couldn't suppress his excited mood, and it took half a minute to calm down, and the chip noticed a trace of abnormality, and the open-air venue was immersed in a spiritual force field, and a mental fluctuation that pulled emotions was constantly imperceptibly affecting people's thinking.

A dignified Fa-level powerhouse actually used this means to achieve the goal of making people obey, Charlie sneered in his heart.

Sival stretched out his arms and pressed down slightly, and the entire venue immediately calmed down, "We must make them pay the price, not only for the forward sentry worth 3 million points, but also for the comrades who died in the sneak attack today......!

Seeing that the goal of brainwashing has been achieved, Sival floats down the magic tower and hands the scene over to a teacher at the Academy of the Dead.

So, instigated by a group of mad fans, the atmosphere became more intense, and the shouting slogans became more unbearable, some greeted the female members of the elves, some robbed the elven treasures, and many unknown apprentices were brought into their rhythm.

Charlie's attention was on him after Shival landed, and he followed far behind the crowd.

As Charlie expected, Sival left the frenetic square.

In the square at this time, people don't want to work and chat normally, so if someone comes to Sivar, they will most likely discuss some issues in the woods, and based on Charlie's new natural ability, there is a possibility that they will listen to a strong person at the level of the Guardian of the Law.

As soon as he reached the edge of the woods, Sival was surrounded by a group of followers, and there were many things to report to him and many things to decide.

Charlie decisively stepped into the dense forest, approached a big tree, and passed on the desire to listen, and after a purposeful transmission, the tree closest to Sivar received the request.

Soon, Charlie received movement thousands of kilometers away.

Sival asked, "How's the sentry cleaned?"

The sound is quite slight, and because the sound waves are simulated by the leaves, it is more difficult to understand, but fortunately there is a chip to assist, check

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Ri quickly adapts to the mystery of the Big Tree's communication.

"It's in progress, and from time to time there will be elves to disrupt the cleanup, which is more troublesome, and we ......"

Sival interrupted him rudely, "Don't tell me about the difficulties, I'm tired of hearing them! Resources have been allocated to you, I want results, you don't need to explain the process." ”

"Understood. ”

"What are the results of the clean-up so far?"

"After the damned elves destroyed the sentry, they burned a fire, and a lot of valuable things were burned, and now only the bones of some black knights and some parts of the summoning circle have been collected. ”

"Keep looking, there should be more gains. ”

"Yes. ”

Next, there was another round of official debriefing, which was of little value to Charlie, and just as he was about to give up the monitoring, an unexpected voice came out and made Charlie very pleasantly surprised.

"You're hurt again?"

"Yes, a little minor injury, by an elven druid. Bratz's voice came to Charlie's ears.

"The Great Druid?"

"No, just a young druid apprentice. ”

Shival chuckled, "Now a druid apprentice can hurt you?"

"No, I met my old rival Charlie, fought him for thousands of rounds, and was injured by the serenity of the druid's area healing spell. ”

"He's him again?!Isn't he a mage?Aren't you known as a lawbreaker?Don't tell me that you've been attacked by him again?!"

Hearing Sival's tone, Charlie's heart was shocked, but he didn't expect that he had already registered in front of the Necromancer.

Blaze paused, and said in a deep voice, "Indeed, I feel that he has mastered a concealment technique that is no less than mine! ”

"Heh! In my opinion, it's not that he's lucky, it's that you're too stupid! Since you mastered those abilities, you've been dealing with everything in a simple and violent way, and the complaint letters about you received by the Academy of the Dead have filled three mailboxes, and it's a miracle that you can survive to this day!"

In the face of Sival's harsh criticism, Braz could only remain silent.

"I was told just now that you destroyed the heart of the only ancient war tree in the last battle. ”

"Yes, to heal the remaining injuries from the last time. ”

"You probably think you're special, so you're more self-conscious, and you're really bold!" Sivar glanced at him and smiled, "Remember that there will be no next time for this kind of thing! Another thing, if you can't handle a first-year apprentice with the 'Crimson Fang', don't run back, if you die in battle, I will find a new master for it!"

Bratz's body shook and he nodded heavily, "Understood." ”

Crimson Fang?!

Charlie's heart shook violently at the hearing of the name, could it be the name of the strange dagger? But wasn't it called a bloodsucking dagger? Wasn't it a dagger that was inadvertently polished by an apprentice in the main courtyard? Could it be that everyone else was mistaken?

From Sival's tone, it can be concluded that the next confrontation between him and Braz is likely to be a life-and-death struggle.

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