In the northwest corner of the wizarding world, the central location of the three western islands, Mycia, Texas, and Ingley Island, is considered the mainland by ordinary people, and the central location of the islands is regarded by spellcasters and powerful knights, and on the sea level, a thousand-meter-high tower with a snow-white body stands over.

The white holy tower reaches into the sky, and below the holy tower is a giant forest similar to an ecological garden, which is inhabited by many terrifying beings with strength in the rank of the Rank and even the Rank of the Super Rank Beast.

And these magical beasts that have reached the first level or even the second level are just the watchdogs of the magicians in the Holy Tower, or just as experimental materials for their stocking.

At the bottom of the tower itself is a disk-shaped building, in which there are many magicians in and out, almost all of whom are high-level apprentices, and there are also many formal magicians mixed in, this is the school of the holy tower, and those few formal magicians are the mentors of these high-level apprentices.

Looking from the bottom of the Holy Tower, there are magicians living in each floor, and as the number of floors increases and the height increases, the strength of the magicians living in it also increases.

On the 436th floor of the Holy Tower, in a circular conference hall, there are more than a dozen magicians of various shapes wearing robes or high hats.

Why do you say that the forms are different, because some people's lower body has no legs, but a flame, some people's body is directly a white spar, and a few don't look like people at all, either with spider-like heads, or their faces are blank, like a piece of white and flawless skin sticking to their faces, giving people a weird and terrifying feeling.

Fortunately, these are only special cases, and the vast majority of magicians can still be recognized by their appearance, they belong to human beings.

"Master Panama's command came from the space fortress, the centaur world still needs a million slave corps and two thousand magicians to participate in the war, which of you goes?" As if an iron piece was stuck in his throat, a hoarse voice came from a black-robed old man, the old man's whole body was shrouded in black mist, no matter how close you were to him, you couldn't see what he looked like.

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, and no one had an interface.

After a while, an old woman with spots on her face spoke, "Isn't that centaur world about to be captured under the personal attack of the Panamanian master, why do you still need reinforcements?" ”

"It's as if their plane-consciousness has awakened for a few seconds. The old man explained.

The conference room fell silent again, and the plane consciousness awakened, which would at least temporarily increase the combat effectiveness of the races of the original plane, and if they wanted to take down the centaur plane, it was estimated that the time might drag on for another one or two hundred years.

"What about revitalizing the fairy world?" said a black crow standing next to a magician in the conference room, the crow's spiritual expression and fluent language showed that it had a lot of wisdom.

"Revitalizing the fairy world may have to be given up for the time being, and we will focus on the strategic focus of the Panamanian master. Another magician, half on fire and half on ice, said helplessly, his tone full of sourness.

"Hmph, that's a miniature plane that produces the essence of activation, and I don't believe you, the one who maintains the body of ice and fire, are not tempted. The crow glanced disdainfully at the magician.

"What do the people of the Knight's Hall say?" asked another magician in the room.

"The official knights during the conscription period are all on their way to the centaur world with Lord Gaia and Lord Zecre," said one of the mages.

"I heard that some time ago, they also transferred more than half of the official knights in the preparatory period to the centaur world. "This is another magician's message.

"Those two centaur gods are so powerful, and the Panamanian master, along with Lord Gaia and Lord Zecre, didn't take it down. ”

"After all, the dimensional consciousness was awakened by the group of centaurs. ”

"That shouldn't be. ”

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The quiet conference room slowly became as noisy as a vegetable market, and the black-robed old man in the abbot's meeting didn't even shout "silence" a few times, and in the last breath, a black light emanated from the seal in the old man's hand, and there was no sound in the conference room in an instant.

The black raven's eyes were wide open, and it looked at the magicians around him who had lips as wide as it, but could not say anything.

'Silent Light', the signature magic of the master of Panama, the owner of this holy tower, this is just a castrated version of the silent light, and under normal circumstances, this magic should solidify and dull all the elements around it, not just isolate the sound, as it is now.

When everyone in the conference room stopped talking, the old man sighed, took back the seal, and the black light curtain disappeared.

Not only the black crow, but everyone in the conference room took a solemn look at the seal, which was a token left by the master of Panama to the old man in black robe, which meant that in his absence, this old man in black robe was in charge of most of the things in the Holy Tower.

"The question now is who is going to fight in the Centaur plane. The black-robed old man sighed, he really didn't want to be the vice president of this Santa Academy, not to mention tired, it was easy to offend people, he wanted to indulge in his own laboratory rather than this boring argument.

"I'll go!" said a masked magician.

"I'll go too!"

"And me!"

More than half of the dozen or so magicians present raised their hands.

A quill pen appeared in front of the black-robed old man without wind, and 'rustle', a series of names, was recorded on the parchment scroll.

"Let's draw the Slave Corps from the Sand Lettuce World and the newly enslaved Lava Giant World. The black-robed old man proposed, and the people around him did not raise any objections.

At the end of the meeting, when the black-robed old man left with the parchment scroll with the names of several magicians, the atmosphere in the conference room was light.

"Eight more Level 3 mages have joined the battlefield, and the Centaur World will last for another 100 years at most. The black crow flew up and landed on the shoulders of the other magicians, chatting with them.

"What's the use of that, the more valuable Activated Fairy World has slipped out of our hands, and we don't know when the next time we will catch this kind of dimensional sign. "It was a middle-aged magician who was talking to the crow, and it was a pity to hear his tone.

"Not necessarily. The crow's eyes widened, first at the time when no one noticed them, and then nervously flew into the middle-aged magician's ear and whispered, "Don't forget that we have an Odyssey Lord in the Western Isles." ”

"Oh?" the middle-aged magician looked interested, "What's your news?"

The black crow did not speak, but squeezed its eyes and rubbed its wings very merciously.