Inside the Wizard's Tower, on the top floor, in the center of the circle.

The five great wizards surrounded the old wizard who was sitting in the center of the circle, and the sadness on their faces could not be concealed.

As the foundation of the wizard tower, the ninth-level forbidden spell is not so easy to open, originally, they relied on the same source of magic and mutual trust, and used the method of six people to share the backlash to summon the 'Destruction Sphere'.

In this way, although the price is still bearable, it will not cost them their lives, but they underestimate the demon lord's fear of forbidden spells and wizard towers, as a lord-level existence, he actually doesn't care about the face to take action personally.

It was also this wizard who was vigilant, and at the critical moment, he inspired the incomplete destruction orb, which won a ray of life for the wizard tower and the wizards in the tower.

But again, forbidden spells are not so easy to use, and without sharing, what you want is human life.

Blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth, staining the placket of his clothes red, the old wizard's eyes were dim, but he still tried to sit up cross-legged, he looked up, his old gaze swept over his companion, and the corners of his blood-blurred mouth suddenly cracked into a smile.

"Don't be sad for me, if you die, you will die, and if you go to the battlefield, how can there be an immortal? This time I can fight for some opportunities for His Majesty the Demon Slayer, and I will die as I deserve. ”

The old wizard's expression was very indifferent, it didn't seem that he was facing death, but just a sentence, he had to stop and gasp for a long time, the other wizards were all sad and angry, but they saw his eyes glaring, and roared violently: "Partners, those warriors can fight hard and not be afraid of death, and we magicians can't be looked down upon!"

"Go, fight, forge a fortress with killing and death. Styx, I can wait for you to deliver more and better sacrifices. ”

"Okay!" On the side, an old wizard replied with a red eye, and shouted, "Old fellow, don't go too fast......

The five old wizards turned around again, and their staffs of different shapes were raised high by them, and at this moment, they performed their duties and took over the supreme use of the entire wizard tower.

Behind him, the old wizard's eyes had flashed with a look of reminiscence, as if he had seen his own life, from being discovered by the teacher and leading into this magical world, to studying with these partners and seeking on the path of wizards, from the excitement of using witchcraft for the first time to the extraordinary spirit of advancement, from the joy of understanding each experiment to the joy of talking freely with his partners.

This life is very short, and he still has a lot of things to do.

But in this life, he is also very satisfied, because he got what he wanted, and he was not confused towards his goal.

Through the wizard tower, he seemed to see countless hideous demons, and this last regret may be that he didn't see the final moment of victory in this battle.

"For the sake of our homeland, let's fight!"

This was the sentence he spit out with his last strength, his voice was as thin as a mosquito and a fly, and after he finished speaking, his head was already lowered, and there was no trace of brilliance in his eyes.

The bodies of the five old wizards shook slightly, trembling violently, but they did not look back, but their eyes were red, and their faces were hideously twisted to the extreme.

"Kill!"

An old wizard gritted his teeth and roared, like a muffled thunder, and several other old wizards also stared at the demon in front of him viciously, gritting their teeth and saying, "Kill!"

In an instant, the surging waves of mana almost turned into substance, stirring the air in the room.

Outside the tower, the originally flickering magic patterns suddenly lit up one by one, and the staggered light completely covered the entire wizard tower, and the dense variety of spells were shaped and produced at almost twice the speed of just now, and more and more.

The magicians of the Viku Continent are, to put it bluntly, the former white wizards, whether it is the knowledge they learn, the methods of advanced experiments, or all other things, they all come from the last era, the genre knowledge left over from the wizard era.

But compared with the real white wizards, they are different, they grew up in the system of professionals, they accept and inherit the glory and pride of professionals, but they do not see the greed and selfishness of wizards.

They only inherit the knowledge and practice system of the shaman, the core values, and the outlook on life belong to the professionals.

They are no longer wizards, but elemental controllers born out of the professional system.

They're sorcerers!

In the chaos of the battlefield, it was impossible to tell whether the third drum had stopped or not, but this wizard tower, which was getting closer and closer to the demon, could no longer hold back its anger.

It was a real spell strike like a mountain and a tsunami, thunder and flames, frost storms, countless elements condensed into various forms of spells, fan-shaped pouring all the way through.

Whether it is the high demons in the sky or the demon army on the ground, they are all the targets of their attacks. What you can see is a path that has been walked out of the demon sea, and countless stumps and broken arms are flying.

As if infected by the 'madness' of this wizard tower, on the other wizard tower, three turquoise peaks flickered, shedding patches of thunder, twisting like a spider grid that spread forward, annihilating everything within the range of the attack into flying ashes.

Inside the watchtower.

Saron stood proudly in front of the battlement, squinting slightly, looking at the entire battlefield, one after another orders were rapidly arranged through his dictation, and next to him, there were as many as a dozen heralds alone, either running to communicate, or communicating through the magic circle, or reporting the enemy's situation, an extremely busy scene.

The battlefield is a battlefield after all, and tens of thousands of personnel are mobilized, and no one knows what will change in the next second, and no one knows when there will be a fleeting opportunity, and this will test the commander's ability to command.

Saron is undoubtedly a qualified commander, whether it is the opportunity when the three-way drum sounds, or the pursuit of arrows when the demon army collapses, whether it is the improvisation when the demon lord makes a move, or the preemptive strike of the transcendent crown when the high-level demon charges, he is extremely calm and keen to make various responses and judgments.

And now, when the Wizard's Tower turned on the Spellstorm mode, he quickly walked to the side of the watchtower and lifted a red silk cloth, revealing a cyan horn that was five meters long and one person thick.

This horn resembles a goat's horn, with layers of link-like folds, ugly in appearance but with fine and uniform lines outlining exquisite moire, and when the horn is placed there, it has layers of cyan halo blooming, as if there is a galloping sound ringing in everyone's ears.

This is an artifact of the Black and White Academy...... Moohorn roar!

Saron grabbed the handle of the horn with one hand and slapped the bottom of the horn with the other, only to see his muscles tense, and after a dull burst, the huge horn was lifted by him.

He walked three steps and two steps to the battlement, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the huge horn smashed into the hollow of the battlement. Then, he took a deep breath, and the yellow aura suddenly erupted, and then gathered into his body, and then poured it into the horn fiercely.

Woo~

Whining~

Woowoowoooo......oo

The cyan sound wave swept across a radius of a kilometer, and the majestic whimpering resounded throughout the battlefield, and all the professionals were shocked, hot blood surging in their bodies, and churning courage boiling in their hearts, as if the demon army in front of them had turned into a local chicken and tile dog.

The horn sounds, and the charge is imminent!

This is the beginning of the general offensive!