Aghanim could have said the name of the murderer, but instead of doing so, he left four words that made the supplicant even more painful, "My son." ”

These four words inherit Aghanim's last love and last wish.

Not only did he say what he had not dared to say to the supplicant for so many years, but he also asked the supplicant to take good care of Rubick.

The Invoker could have used his current position as the World Tree to bury Aghanim in style, but he didn't.

He buried Aghanim's body in a simple way on a beautiful mountain.

He patted the tombstone erected on the grave, "Don't worry, old fellow, I will definitely take care of Rubick, and I will definitely let him pay for his life when he kills you." ”

The World Tree, as the center of this world, is naturally the best to enjoy the resources, here, there is nothing you can't buy, only the price you can't afford, similarly, if you want to get some information, as long as your price is high enough, someone will naturally help you get it.

When the supplicants demanded the discovery of Aghanim's killer at the cost of a tree sacrifice, the entire crowd of the World Tree who made a living selling news was completely boiling.

Their efficiency was indeed amazing, and it only took half a day to inform the supplicants of the identity and whereabouts of the murderer.

This man was none other than the red-skinned man who had defeated him in full view of the suppliants.

Originally, the red-skinned man was going to seek revenge from the supplicant, but unexpectedly, the other party directly entered the upper level of the World Tree, and he had no choice but to spread all his resentment on Aghanim.

When the supplicant looked at the red-skinned man who was kneeling in front of him, he seemed calm, and he did not rush to kill him, but took out the poison he used to poison Aghanim and swallowed it.

It is said that the poison is not only violent, but also incurable, and most viciously, the severe pain caused by the attack of this poison is indescribable.

Therefore, the supplicants deliberately lowered the toxicity and forced the man to swallow it every day, in order to let this bastard experience the pain of Aghanim as much as possible, so as to vent his inner resentment.

The red-skinned man's wail was remembered for three days and three nights around Aghanim's grave, during which the supplicant did nothing but sit quietly by the grave, listening coldly to the red-skinned man's screams, lingering in his ears.

The beasts in the mountains, with the smell of blood.

They devoured the corpse of the red-skinned man tied to the tree, while the supplicant just quietly stayed with Aghanim's "side" and watched as the other party was brutally mutilated.

It wasn't until the last piece of flesh on the red-skinned man's body was gnawed away that the supplicant lazily stood up from the ground, looked at the slanting sun in the sky, and suddenly said into the air, "It's time to go, old fellow, I will come to see you often in the future." ”

With that, the supplicant patted the tombstone as he had patted Aghanim on the shoulder.

In the days that followed, the Supplicant followed the Prophet to various parts of the world, and he did not rush to Aghanim's homeland to take the Rubick to the World Tree.

Because he knows that he is still too immature now.

The World Tree may seem sacred, but in fact it is a mixture of fish and dragons, far more complex than other human settlements.

I can't fully establish myself here, so it might not be a good thing to bring Rubick in.

Over the next three years, the supplicants who followed the Prophet finally grew up, and this growth was not only a simple increase in strength, but also a reshaping of his mind, the city, and other aspects.

He also established a magic guild in the World Tree and named it "Wind Eclipse Cold", which was intended to reorganize the entire magical world and reorganize the chaotic group of elemental messengers.

He demanded that all elemental messengers must register in the Wind Eclipse Cold, otherwise they would not be recognized and protected by the World Tree and the Magic Guild.

He redivided the Elemental Emissary into four levels according to the number of skills and strength they mastered, namely the Mage, the Grand Mage, the Magister, and the Grand Magus.

This hierarchy has an epoch-making impact on the Mad Moon Continent, and this system has been used all the time.

But history is always strikingly similar, as if every major decision is countered by countless skeptics before it is implemented.

A large number of elemental emissaries began to converge on the World Tree, all of whom were strongly dissatisfied with the level set by the Invokers, as well as the entire Magic Guild.

For in their eyes, perhaps only the great prophet is worthy to lead them, and this supplicant is obviously not qualified to do so in their eyes.

Standing in the huge plaza of the World Tree, the Prophet and the Supplicant stood silently on it, looking at the blackened crowd below and the voices of opposition that echoed in the air.

I don't know how long it took, but the prophet suddenly said to the supplicant: "When you were going to establish a magic guild, I actually guessed that this would happen, but I didn't object, do you know why?"

The supplicant said: "This world is too chaotic, someone must stand up and make a set of rules of the game, and you are not suitable to stand up and make this kind of decision, because you represent the highest faith of mankind, you can't be wrong, as long as you are wrong, I am afraid that your prestige will also be affected, in serious cases, it may even cause turmoil in human society, and at that time, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

The supplicant continued, "And if I'm wrong, it's just a mistake, I'm right!"

The Prophet's face twitched slightly, and without making any statement, he turned around, and then walked towards the square, "Go boldly and convince all those who doubt you, and you will succeed." ”

The supplicant looked at the Prophet's back and was silent for a long time before leaping down from the square.

Under the World Tree, the crowd was boiling, and countless doubts and even insults resounded one after another.

"It's ridiculous that a nameless clown would unite us on behalf of the Prophet, and what kind of magic guild he founded, called Wind Eclipse Cold. ”

"Like, you want us to register in that bullshit guild, who does he think he is? ”

"Yes, yes, get out of here. ”

Just when the doubts in the crowd escalated to a certain peak, the supplicants descended from the sky, instantly quieting the noisy air a little, "Whoever said they wanted to teach me a lesson just now, stand up for me!"

All the eyes of the sea of people converged on the body of the supplicant in an instant.

Years of experience have completely worn away the original immaturity of the invoker, and all that remains is the sharp edge of domineering.

The crowd that had been noisy and restless was completely shocked by the powerful aura emanating from the supplicants.

However, after a brief silence, the crowd began to riot again.

The crowd slowly parted, taking the initiative to make a way, and a stout shirtless man slowly walked out under the crowd, "I said it!"

The shirtless man walked up to the supplicant, looked around and said, "It's not just me, everyone here is not convinced of you. ”

As soon as the man finished speaking, he immediately attracted a chorus of echoes, and it seemed that this shirtless man should be the initiator of this group of troublemakers.

The corners of the supplicant's mouth slanted slightly, "I can see it, but you should also respect the Prophet, after all, this is under the World Tree, and it seems a bit too much to bring so many people here." ”

The shirtless man snorted coldly, "Don't use the prophet to press me, if his old man comes to persuade him in person now, I may be able to give a face, you, you are not qualified." ”

The supplicant said, "What do you want?"

The shirtless man said bluntly: "It's very simple, cancel the so-called magic guild, we elemental messengers don't need what protection you call it!"

"Yes, yes, cancel the Magic Guild!

As soon as the man's voice came out, it immediately attracted the crowd to shout in unison, which was obviously rehearsed a long time ago.

"Well, it's impossible! In that case, you can argue here for as long as you want, and I won't accompany you!" said the supplicant, pretending to turn away.

When the shirtless man saw that the other party was leaving, he suddenly became anxious and hurriedly shouted, "You stop for me." ”

The supplicant suddenly stopped, but did not turn his head.

The shirtless man took two steps forward and said, "It's okay if you don't cancel the Magic Guild, and it's okay if you want us to listen to you, but the premise is that you have to prove that you are stronger than all of us, and use your strength to convince the public, this is not too much to ask, right?"

A strange smile flashed on the face of the supplicant with his back to everyone, but he pretended to be casual and asked, "How can you prove it?"

When the shirtless man heard this, he immediately showed a treacherous look of success, and sneered: "I have selected the five strongest elemental messengers among us, as long as you can defeat them one by one." ”

As he spoke, four more men stepped out of the crowd and stood with the shirtless men.

"As for the challenge, you can choose!" the shirtless man's smile grew colder.

The supplicant looked intently at the five people in front of him, "It turns out that you have already arranged all this in advance, just waiting for me to jump into your trap by myself, right?"

The shirtless man ignored the sneer's sarcasm, "How can this be a trap? You want to prove it to us, of course, you can also choose to refuse, but as long as you refuse, you must cancel the magic guild for me." ”

The supplicant smiled and said, "I said, it's impossible, and secondly, I didn't say that I would refuse your challenge, so I won't be in trouble, just now, the five of you can go together." ”