Knock knock...

The morning bell, which hung high in the treetops, was quickly rang by the law enforcers. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Thanks to the blessing of diffusion, the sound quickly spread throughout the city, causing countless residents to step out of their homes and talk about what had happened.

"I heard you right, this is the bell of the Council of Elders, an emergency assembly!"

"yes, what's going on, there's something unusual about this bell!"

The elves were talking, and many had doubts on their faces.

Below, among the eight-story and nine-story mage towers, there were high-level mages flying up.

Flying mages are like shooting stars.

There were bored people, and there were more than a dozen people rushing out of the mage tower, plus the high-level sacrifices that came out of the temple, there were no less than thirty or forty people at a glance.

You must know that the steppe elf tribe, even the most powerful elf tribe, does not have many masters above the eighth order.

These thirty or forty people are the foundation of the steppe elves, and they are also the deterrent existence of nuclear weapons.

With so many high-level mages coming together, the magic forces pulled each other together, forming a large range of magic tides.

From below, ordinary elves look like a rainbow hanging in the sky, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

"Mobick, Coridor, Morrisde, you three rang the morning bell, don't you come out and explain?"

The high-level mages gathered more and more, and finally some people couldn't help it and took the lead in asking questions.

Mobik shook his head slightly, stood on the treetops and looked down, and whispered, "Don't worry, the Great Priest Sima came up." ”

... Sou...

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

With a strong magical light, a pillar of light burst out of the temple and smashed into everyone.

The light dissipated, and a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing eight magic rings on both hands, appeared in front of everyone.

"Doron, High Priest..."

Whether it was the elven clan elder or the high-ranking priest in the temple, in front of this middle-aged man, they all bowed their arrogant heads.

Doron nodded slightly, his gaze swept through the crowd, and in the midst of all the attention, he was the first to enter the council hall.

Seeing the high priest enter, the rest of the people walked into the hall one by one according to their rank.

In the venue, two rows of chairs are facing each other, and a round table is located in between.

As a high priest and a moonlit sage, of course he sat on the throne of the lord.

And by Duolong's side, there are the Starlight Sage and the Dawn Sage, two legendary figures whose strength has reached the peak of the eighth order and is rare to see on weekdays.

"Say, Coridor, why is the morning bell ringing?" Doron was the first to speak, but it wasn't Mobick who asked, but Coridor from the temple's lineage.

"High Priest..."

Coridor stood up and organized his words for a moment before he spoke: "Avril used the summoning technique to summon a powerful man who was banished in the void, and this person knew Agris. He promised that as long as the elves summoned him back to the material world, he would take out a magic book that would guide the path beyond the ninth order and give it to the elves to learn and learn from. ”

There was an uproar, an uproar.

The elders and priests present stared at Coridor in disbelief one by one.

Even, High Priest Doron, who was as calm as water, his eyes fluctuated slightly when he heard the path after the ninth order.

"Can you guarantee that what the man said is true?" The Starlight Sage spoke slowly, and the question was pointed to the core.

Hearing this, Coridor was stunned for a moment, then shook his head hesitantly: "No." ”

The path after the ninth order does not exist in the Magic Continent. It was precisely because of the importance of the matter that even Coridor himself could not guarantee the authenticity of this matter, but he still wanted to convene the Council of Elders.

After all, the path after the ninth order is too important, even if it is a lie, no one can be indifferent.

I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of whatever, the road ahead is in front of you, if you don't try, who will be willing.

"You're doing a great job, Coridor!" The Sage of Dawn spoke at the right time and gave his own praise.

Coridor's eyes flashed with joy, although everyone was an eighth-order mage, but the gap between the early stage of the eighth order and the peak of the eighth order was still too big.

What's more, the Sage of the Dawn is a recognized wise man who never gives praise lightly.

Rao was praised suddenly as Cory Dore, and he also had a fluttering feeling, and his heart was beautiful.

"What do you think, I think this is an opportunity." The Sage of Dawn led the conversation as he glanced at the Sage of Starlight.

The Starlight Sage frowned slightly, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then spoke: "Try it, the path after the ninth order is too far for us, but..."

Among the steppe elf tribes, there is only one ninth-order existence, and that is the high priest Duolong.

High Priest Doron, as early as eight hundred years ago, had already advanced to the ninth order. Although no one knew how far he had come now, every elf believed that Doron was by no means a newcomer to the ninth order.

In this way, the road after the ninth order is more like painting cakes for everyone, and it is still two to say whether to eat or not.

However, for Dolon, this is a panacea, and the importance cannot be overstated.

"Assemble the altar in the shortest possible time." The Sage of Dawn made the final decision, and did not implicate the problem on Doron at all.

If this is true, Doron will be the biggest beneficiary.

If it is fake, then the person whose prestige is hit will be the promoter of the Sage of the Dawn. And the high priest Doron, his prestige will not be affected, and he will still be so flawless.

Yes, it's flawless.

The person who promoted the policy of unification of the elves was none other than this perfect high priest.

Because of the flawless nature, although the elf departments oppose this proposal, they can only fight with the mud on the surface, and there are only some small actions in the secret.

Anthony once said that the elves need a true king in order to achieve the great cause of unification.

However, there are still many people who feel that unity may not be far away, and as long as this perfect high priest exists, the unity of the elves will not stop.

"High Priest Doron, with a combat strength of 990,000, hum ......"

Reality and the void have the property of not interfering with each other.

Wu Ming, who had become nihilistic, stood behind the elders and did not attract anyone's attention.

And on the combat power tester on his face, more dazzling data flashed, and finally stayed at the level of 990,000.

The combat effectiveness tester is a product of cutting-edge technology, which can test the approximate level of a person.

Doron's combat power is 990,000, and he is only 10,000 short of fighting power to reach the intermediate life level.

I'm afraid that everyone present doesn't know that this high priest has reached the limit of this dimension's power. One step further up is the division between man and God, which will be another realm.

"This Doron, if he can comprehend something in the Book of Elements, he may really become a god in one step. When the time comes, with the power of the gods, the continent will be counterattacked, and the birth of the Arcane Empire will be certain. Hehe, but what does this have to do with me, as long as I am summoned to reality, I can pat my ass and leave, who cares if an elf becomes a god or not! ”

With a series of sneers, the Council of Elders came to an end.

The entire tribe of steppe elves turned into a machine in an instant, and everyone joined in the construction of the altar.

Avril's own strength is not strong, and she can only rely on external objects to summon Wu Ming to reality.

For the next few days, Wu Ming's favorite thing to do was to stand in mid-air and watch the altar gradually improve.

Because he knew that the day when the altar was built would be the moment when he would return from the void, and that it was not far off.