Poof!

The calm waters of the lake were shattered by a figure that suddenly appeared above and fell, and a large splash of water splashed, startling a series of birds and a long shrill howl.

Lanlos kept thrashing in the water, and it was with great difficulty that he swam to the shore. Lying heavily on his back on the muddy shore, Lanloth's chest heaved violently, and his rapid breathing made one have to worry about whether it would suddenly stop.

What's even more palpitating is that a scorched black wound extending from the left collarbone to the right waist makes others involuntarily chill down their backs.

Moreover, the scorching flame causes a large area of necrosis of the cells and tissues near the wound, and the advanced regeneration takes effect slowly, and it is impossible to recover in a short time, and it is even difficult to stop bleeding. Blood gradually overflowed, and coupled with the use of teleportation by overdrawing his magic, a sharp stinging pain came from Lanloth's brain.

Soon, though, the pain grew numb, and it made Lanros smile bitterly.

Teleportation is, after all, the most expensive spell of the Six Rings, and this cost increases exponentially with distance, plus multiple uses of shapeshifting and indication. Even in the transcendent realm where his intelligence value reached 20 points after devouring Kergash, Kranloth's mana was still in the category of a mid-level spellcaster, which was not enough to bear such a huge amount of consumption.

It even caused a huge deviation in his own teleportation.

Headache......

Raising his hand and rubbing his temples with difficulty, Lanros felt a wave of exhaustion welling up in his heart, feeling his consciousness gradually blur, and the mage forcibly took out the Tirisfa badge from the space bag. Enduring the pinprick-like stabbing pain in his brain, Lanloth controlled a weak arcane energy to pour into it.

The lilac hexagram and incantation bloomed in bright colors, and a weak smile appeared on Lanros's pale cheeks when the magic signal had been sent. Originally, he wanted to specify the signal as the target, but the tidal wave of tiredness flooded into his heart, so he finally couldn't control it and closed his eyes......

Tower of the Sun, an empty room, boxy, small but not crowded. On the floor in the center, a unique complex circle is inscribed in it, not a teleportation, but a teleportation-like one.

"Wouldn't it be to gather us so early just to see the sunrise?" Magnus said with a smile as he looked around and saw that all the senior councillors were in place, scratching his bushy beard.

"Now is not the time to joke. Solania chuckled and shook her head, "I'm here for you to have something to say." ”

Walking to the side of the circle, Sorenia raised her hand and waved, and the majestic arcane energy was instantly poured into it. Soon, a slender phantus in a robe appeared in everyone's sight.

"You're fast. ”

The hoarse voice is very deep, but with the unique female voice, it is full of a desire to listen.

Solania is not a person who is good at beating around the bush, ignoring the other party's ridicule, and directly pulling the topic into the right track: "I have limited time, you better have something to say." ”

"Hmph, it's not really interesting at all. The woman shook her head, apparently not surprised by this. Then, she turned to look at Councillor Tirisfa beside her.

I have to say that the genes of the elf are indeed enviable, and the appearance of this elf is not that kind of stunning beauty, even the makeup is bland. No matter what the occasion, such a person will definitely be the one who goes unnoticed, but once you notice her, you will find that this woman's blue eyes seem to have a kind of magic that deeply attracts everyone who looks at her.

It seems that there is a brilliant nebula in it, and it is impossible to extricate yourself. But when you come to your senses, the nebula is gone.

A hint of surprise flashed across the faces of all the high-ranking councilors. How can a single magical projection affect their senses?!

"It's an honor to meet with all of you at the Tyrisfa Council. The elf bowed slowly, and the standard and elegant salute looked very pleasing to the eye, but in the eyes of some, it was not.

"Really, why don't you come here yourself, instead, using the projection?" Hagra smiled coldly, not showing kindness at the other man's actions.

The world itself is unfair, unequal, and the distinction between high and low is rooted in the hearts of all people. Compared with ordinary people, mages who can change the world with a wave of their fingers are destined to be arrogant, and the archmage is the best among them.

This time, even Eldagossa had the same look as Hagra.

"I'm sorry for that. He smiled apologetically, but the elf didn't seem to care, and simply said perfunctorily, "The nature of my job means that I can't leave the Tower of the Sunwrath at will. ”

Hearing her say this, everyone frowned again.

The Tower of Sunrage is the political center of Quel'Thalas, and with the exception of the maids and guards, there are people of the upper echelons who are either rich or noble. Obviously, this female elf is the latter.

Don't forget, not long ago, due to the turmoil in Silvermoon City, the Council of Tirisfa was almost blacked out by Quel'Thalas. Now the elven nobles of the Tower of the Sunwrath have found themselves, why?

Seeing that these archmages showed a vigilant look, the female elf smiled formulaically: "Don't worry, I'm not here for what happened in Silvermoon City before. ”

"It's about you. ”

Everyone fell silent, and their eyes were extremely unified on Verin, who was also a High Elf. Quickly receiving the meaning of his companion, the elven archmage stepped forward to attract the other party's attention: "Before this, we didn't know who you were. ”

This is an important reason why the Council of Tirisfa remains neutral and open its doors to all races, at least it is much easier and more peaceful to communicate with people of different races than with other races.

Looking at each other, the elf projection did not answer the other party's question for the first time, and the slightly curled curvature of the corners of his mouth made Verin's brows involuntarily wrinkle slightly. It's as if you're not wearing clothes in front of the other party, and you're thoroughly seen through by the other party.

It's a very bad feeling......

Just before Verin could urge, the female elf spoke first, "That's right. ”

"Introduce yourself. Turning her gaze at everyone and seeing that everyone's attention was on her, the woman continued, "But you must have heard of me. ”

"Solan Lian, the great star sorcerer of Quel'Salas. ”

！！！

Even the two Hagra brothers showed surprised expressions, which was enough to see how shocking the name was to them.

To be precise, it should be the meaning of the identity of this elf.

Astrologists are spellcasters who use the trajectories of the vast stars to strengthen their strength and wisdom, and use them to capture future traces.

To put it simply, they are arcanists who are proficient in prophecy spells, and at the same time, due to their exploration and specialization in the Void, they have a thorough understanding of the Star Universe and the power of the Void.

These spellcasters have existed in elven societies since ancient times, astrologers, astrologers, and they are all behind-the-scenes messengers who use the Void Universe to prophesy and advise leaders to circumvent them.

After all, the void is dark, and the prophecies made through this force only see future disasters and doomsday, not complete events.

While this can also help people to avoid or change those disasters to some extent, for most people this power is always unclean. Especially now that the Holy Light Priest reveres the Sunwell, the treatment of the Astral is not as superior as it seems.

They are even under house arrest in the Tower of the Sunrage.

Because of this, the group of astrologers is declining.

After all, the future seen through the prophecy of the positive energy of the Light is mostly bright and prosperous, and it is the future that the leader and his people of every land look forward to compared to the desperate catastrophe.

Of course, prophetic spells do not see a certain future, prophets only see the 'possibility' of the future, and how to turn this 'possibility' into reality still needs the world's own efforts.

And Solan Lian's name, the Great Star Sorcerer, how can I say it? In terms of status alone, it has a fight with the chief priest von Delors.

You know, the latter is the leader of the entire Quil Salas Priest Legion, and even the Archmage Birohua is very respectful to him. Of course, the relationship between them is also one of the reasons......

Solan Lian's self-introduction was simple, but it succeeded in making everyone put away the disdain that was not caring and faintly revealed.

After all, most of the time the astrologers prophesied all kinds of disasters and destruction, to put it mildly, they were all calamities everywhere, and they were all infidels who spread panic. According to the laws of many countries or territories, it is to be hung and burned to death......

"What you're talking about has to do with us. Magnus, apparently aware of the seriousness of the conversation that was going to be, immediately stepped forward, breaking the crowd's solemn atmosphere of surprise, "So, what is it?"

Staring at the other party's eager gaze, the smile on Solan Lian's face gradually retracted, and clear wrinkles appeared on her delicate eyebrows.

"I see the darkness ......"

"What darkness?" Magnus's face showed a faint look of displeasure.

No one wants a great star magician to look at them like this, just imagine that the doctor has just finished the examination and the doctor stares at you with a look of 'not long life' and sighs over and over again......

The corners of her mouth were grinning, and Solan Lian's smile was gloomy and cold, and everyone suddenly felt as if they were in the polar region, and the cold aura continued to invade the whole body.

"Darkness spreads in the hearts of rulers, the light of Quel'Salas will eventually be annihilated, and the destroyers of the realms will return again in the intermingling of light and darkness!"

"Our homeland and our world will sink in flames......"

Solan Lian's voice was hoarse and harsh like a wind pouring into a bamboo flute full of holes, and all kinds of words used to describe the noise could not explain her voice!

It's more terrifying than a ghost.

Luckily, all of them were strong-minded archmages, unaffected by Solan Lian's words of demagogy and panic.

However, in order to resist this change of mind, Verin was so attentive that he did not notice that a faint magic poured into his council emblem, which only flickered and returned to calm again.