Holy Venetian Empire, somewhere, on top of the clouds.

The white clouds move in the sky, sometimes changing into unpredictable images, sometimes revealing the pale blue sky, the afternoon sun is not hot, refracting the light on the clouds from time to time with colorful light swaying, that is not the beauty of the world, that is the most rational philosopher can not ignore the splendor.

However, at this moment, what is even more dazzling is the darkness that floats in the clouds.

When you zoom in, you can see that it is a suspended land in mid-air, a city that shimmers with pitch black light, where there are stretching walls, colorful magic patterns, steel-armored warriors patrolling back and forth, and towers rising one after another.

At this time, the city was very lively, more lively than ever, between the towers, the dense elemental fluctuations flickered, the semicircular arches opened, and then, one by one, strange 'people' walked out of it.

It's really weird, there are humans with devil heads, monsters with demon bodies and intelligent life heads, some simply incarnate all kinds of strange monsters, some retreat from flesh and blood, only bones walk, and some carry all kinds of weird slaves.

Although they have different appearances, they also have some common characteristics - each 'person' wears a wizard's robe and holds a witch staff.

Perhaps the robes were white, pitch black, emerald green, or yellow, or the staff had a twisted demon, a turbulent elemental fluctuation, a verdant branch, or a sturdy Vajra, none of which could negate the identity of their master, a wizard.

As far as the eye can see, there are countless wizards.

There are more vampires in the city than wizards, well-dressed and personable, but they act as waiters.

Whenever a wizard arrives, a vampire will greet them, they will detect the incoming invitation, and then guide them through the path and disappear into the depths of the castle.

The 'bustle' of the city lasted for a long time, until nightfall, when the starlight was suspended overhead, and the light of the teleportation array gradually faded until it disappeared. Then, the whole dark city fell into ghostly silence, and the Iron Guard stood guard everywhere like a sculpture.

Correspondingly, in the depths of the castle, a huge gladiatorial arena has just become 'lively'.

Knock knock knock!!

The sound of the hammer striking echoed through the ring-shaped gladiatorial arena, suppressing the hustle and bustle and drawing everyone's attention.

At this moment, Thorpe stood on the rostrum, trying to suppress the throbbing in his heart and make himself more natural.

Once, he thought that the long years and rich experience he had spent would make him not panic, and he had been prepared in advance, but when the eyes of all the wizards converged, the pressure suddenly came like a mountain of seas, and it actually made him feel a kind of horror to meet the legendary throne.

But at the same time, the excitement in his heart also grew stronger, and he understood that when time passed, the vicissitudes of life, he could be remembered for perhaps not his strength, not his academic achievements, but today, he presided over this meeting destined to be etched in the history of wizards.

Slowly lowering the gavel, Thorpe breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his head, met everyone's eyes, his snow-white beard trembled, and said loudly: "Contemptible Thorpe, the Great Wizard of the Third Order Elemental Department, and the Dean of the Red Witch Academy.

Of course, compared with the many great wizards present, I am not strong and not highly accomplished, but I have lived long enough and like to travel, at least half of you have dealt with me, and the other half have also heard of me, so I am honored to be the host of this 'Wizards Alliance of All Nations Conference', and I also want to join hands with you to bring wizards into a new era." ”

Bang Bang Bang!

Intense applause rang out, as Thorpe himself said, he may not be strong enough, but he has a wide range of contacts, and there are people in the entire gladiatorial arena who don't give him face, but more wizards are still willing to buy him a face.

When the applause paused, Thorpe once again raised his voice: "Before the meeting of the Alliance Congress, I must solemnly thank several His Majesty for their support for this conference, first of all, the 'Extreme Demon Changeler' who provides us with living space, His Majesty Saint-Pompeii. ”

After speaking, he turned around and bowed to a certain VIP room on the high platform. In the stands, the wizards who were still a little careless just now also stood up immediately, and bowed in that direction, whether they wanted to or not.

On the high platform, the VIP room was shrouded in a layer of impenetrable fog, but at this time, a huge head poked out, like a dragon but not a dragon, hornless, pitch black as ink, and there was a burning purple fire flowing out from the mouth and nose.

The dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, and the darkness swept the scene, and then nodded slightly, and took it back as if he had said hello.

When Thorpe straightened up again, his vest was already covered with sweat, and he didn't dare to raise his head, so he spoke again: "Next, provide the venue for this meeting, the owner of this floating city, the Dark Witch King, His Majesty Marceau." ”

"...... ""

Horrible laughter came from the VIP room, shrill and hoarse, and Thorpe could only feel a fear rise from the depths of his heart, and in a trance, he saw a nightmare that even in the depths of a nightmare.

At this moment, he was no longer a third-order great wizard, no longer an old and serious Thorpe, he was like a frightened deer, wanting to escape, but his body stayed in place and couldn't move.

Throughout the audience, Thorpe was good, and those dark wizards were the most miserable, the fog of fear on their bodies was twisted as if they had rebelled, as if they were devouring their bodies, and the creaking sound was endless.

Simply, the magic sound came and went quickly, and when the laughter stopped, all the wizards returned to normal.

This time, no wizard dared to slack off, they bowed respectfully in the direction of the VIP hall, saluted, and continued for dozens of breaths before they straightened up one after another.

"Finally......" Thorpe inhaled slightly, as if making a great determination, "Welcome to His Majesty the Witch Plague who has returned from the abyss." ”

In the VIP room, located in the absolute center, the fog dissipated and a huge eyeball appeared.

The pupils like fire, the whites of the eyes like ice, stood erect in the air, just a glance, and in the stands, countless wizards knelt down with a 'plop', as if they were worshipping their own king.

......

The hall was in chaos, and it was not until half an hourglass that it fell silent, and when Thorpe stood on the rostrum again, he only felt his calves trembling and his voice hoarse.

He hurriedly swallowed and foamed, trying to make his dry throat more comfortable, and then said in a loud voice: "I announce that the General Assembly of the Wizards of All Nations is now officially opened, there are mainly eighteen major topics in this meeting, and ninety-three subsidiary topics need to be voted on, time is precious, let's start now!"

"Time is like a ring, after reaching the end is a starting point, the Great Elemental Recession has passed, the Demon Tide has descended again, the elemental power contained in the Atlanta continent has rebounded significantly, the source of wizard power has reappeared, and our glory is about to come.

However, we are also facing a hostile environment, where we and the gods are dead, the goddess of magic and spellcasters are robbing us of our resources and apprentices, and foreign invaders are trying to completely annihilate the continent.

Danger and opportunity go hand in hand like twins, one side is glory, the other is destruction, so our first topic today is - whether to establish a 'Pan-Continent Wizard Alliance' to rule over the wizards of the entire continent, as well as the distribution of resources?"

"According to the rules of the ancient wizards, voting begins, right?"

At this time, naturally, a waiter brought a box and put it in the center of the high platform, and the wizards present had a small sticky note in their hands, and they would write their opinions, put them into the box in an anonymous way, and then, by the number of votes, decide whether the issue was passed or not.

Well, I have to say that this is a very ironic thing, as the most feared and predatory wizard, there is a secret ballot system within it.

Of course, the so-called 'fairness' never exists anywhere in the universe, and just as the wizards were about to write their opinions, a loud voice rang out in the center of the VIP room: "I, agree. ”

Immediately afterwards, there were also voices from the VIP lounges on both sides.

"Agreed. ”

"I agree. ”

So, the topic was passed, and no one dared to write down the opposing opinions, as for the so-called anonymous, hehe, who believes it......

As a result, the Pan-Continental Wizards Alliance was officially established at this moment.

Thorpe continued: "So, the next topic, what kind of ruling system should be implemented after the establishment of the Wizarding Alliance?"

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On October 26th, after the gods formed an alliance and declared war on the alien invaders, another news shocked the entire continent, and the wizards held the 'Universal Wizards Alliance Conference' in the Holy Venice Empire, and almost all the wizards on the entire continent were notified and participated in the meeting.

On October 27, the 'Pan-Continental Wizards Alliance' was officially established. The purpose of the alliance is to protect, promote, and develop wizards, and restore the glory of wizards.

On October 28, the Wizarding Alliance announced the formation of the highest authority, the Wizards' Council, with the first three-member council composed of His Majesty St. Pompeii, the Dark Witch King, and His Majesty the Witch Calamity, and formed a governing body.

The Holy Venetian Empire, also known as the San Pompeii Empire, was officially renamed the Witchland, which means the region where wizards live.

On October 29, the Pan-Continental Wizarding Alliance declared war on the alien invaders.

For a while, people didn't know whether to be happy or cry, and most of the leaders of various forces were uncertain.

Wizards, no one denies their strength, even if they decline to the present, they are still a source of fear, but wizards are also a double-edged sword, when they grow stronger, maybe the first to hurt is still themselves.