The black box of the "President" contained a crystal clear crimson gem, but on this round gem, many light blue dense runes formed a mysterious chain intertwined together, and the abundant energy faintly emanated from the gem, and the bright luster was also beautiful against the background of the pitch-black box.

At first glance, such a beautiful gem is as gorgeous as high-quality jewelry, but after the "president" said a familiar name solemnly, everyone present knew what this rune-covered stone was.

It is a soul stone, and the imprisoned one is the soul of the legendary mage Owen, after an unknown amount of consumption, using an unknown magical means, the "President" actually repaired the broken soul of the "Inscription Sage"!

"Come on, talk to us about Mesur's plan, and tell everyone what Mr. Archmage has done."

Manipulating the ban on the red soul stone opened an opening, and the "president" who seemed to have negotiated with Owen a long time ago calmly left the stage to the hapless old mage.

And almost the next moment when the gem seal was lifted, the familiar, old, exaggerated and hysterical spiritual power fluctuations also rushed out of the gem:

"Oh my God, the 'long river of fate' can be seen, the eyes of judgment can be checked, what I did was all forced, if I had known that Mesur's unforgivable, unforgivable, unworthy bastard was planning such a thing, I would not have come to the Faeron plane with anything, so we are actually on the same side, right? This is a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding............"

"Well, whether it is a "misunderstanding" is not so easy to conclude, and now I need you to answer - what was the purpose of creating so many "oases" in the "Praise of Life" project?

decisively interrupted the old mage's crying and crying injustice, and the question of the "president" was serious and calm.

In the face of the order of a Shining Sun Throne, Owen, who had been imprisoned in the Soul Stone, naturally did not dare to slack off, he could only stop crying and begging in an instant, and replied seriously in a dejected tone:

Those oases were just precursors for cultivating the Soul of Sorrow infection, and Mesour forced me to build all the oases with Dinasaya and Horral, the Heavy Loader, to expel all the biological disasters that could cause harm in their area, to control the weather and keep each oasis in perfect condition, as for the Sky Splinter Bellein's completely brainwashed retarded mind has a more important task ahead of him............ In any case, each oasis will quickly establish a temporary puppet kingdom according to the wishes of the "archmage", and many people who have come to visit will also quickly "multiply" in a world free of natural and man-made disasters.

And secretly, my two "colleagues" and I will make these ordinary people all become the owners of the bloodline of magical creatures, and then let them be infected with the "Soul of Sorrow" without exception, and eventually, the "Soul of Sorrow" that was initially released will be carried from generation to generation along the bloodline of these people, and a large group of infected sources will inevitably occupy every inch of the oasis, and when the number of "infected bodies" has accumulated enough, they will be forcibly expelled from the oasis and spread to the entire Faeron plane through the portal."

Dictating the astonishing facts, Owen's voice sounded full of helplessness and pain, and there was nothing adulterated about such "helplessness".

It is not difficult to see that the old mage is indeed very aware of what he is doing, and he also knows what the consequences of such behavior will be for himself.

"Oh my God, don't ask me if I'm crazy, of course I know how to find death for the owner of the bloodline of the large-scale creation of magical creatures, and only a greasy and crooked madman like Mesul dares to provoke fate like this, and that guy even specially invented the corresponding legendary-level spell to increase the efficiency of the "Soul of Sorrow", I really can't help myself as an accomplice"!

Almost every gap was pinpointed, and the old mage who had just finished answering quickly continued to shout grievances before he had time to pause, thinking that the "president" must not have given him much time to express his private thoughts after curing the conversation and getting the information, so that the anxious "inscription sage" had already begun to shout grievances "anywhere" regardless of the occasion.

However, in the face of the "strictly orderly" Throne of the Flare, a sentence or two of nonsense is obviously useless, and now that it is time for questioning, the "President" will definitely not pay attention to any additional words from the old mage.

So even though Owen's complaint was sincere and sincere, the gray projection in a low tone still commanded coldly:

"Don't defend yourself, according to your memory, you are just reaping the consequences of falling into this field, and in the limited time, you should seize the opportunity to explain what Mesour's "Soul of Sorrow" is"!

"I know, I understand, I have a good attitude, and I am honest and lenient, right? Of course I know the rules............ It's just that my little person really doesn't know a lot of things, that is, in the process of executing orders, I know through private observation that the so-called "Soul of Sorrow" is actually a terrible legendary disease, it was independently invented and created by Mesur, specifically for the owner of the bloodline of magical creatures to infect, the infection efficiency is extremely high, the infection speed is extremely fast, so far there is almost no way to avoid it except far away from the source of infection, and its infection ability is even a legendary professional can not be spared...... It's just that compared to low-level warlocks, legendary powerhouses can definitely erase the infection by increasing their class level............"

Tremblingly following the orders of the "president", Owen, who was greedy for life and afraid of death, sold his predecessor "boss" without hesitation, and perhaps because he knew that he had healed his own Shining Sun Throne Crown must have probed his memory, so the old mage at this time had hollowed out his mind to explain every bit of news to show his attitude, which was really called a "know everything, say everything"!

It is estimated that according to the prediction of the "Inscription Sage", if the "statement" at this time is a little bad, by the end of the meeting, he who has lost the last bit of use value will be pinched to death by the Bright Sun powerhouse on the spot.