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How long has it been since the Terrans convened the Council of Sharpness?

I don't know, most ordinary people have never even heard of the name of the No. 1 Council ranked first among the many councils of this human race, they have only heard of the Magic Heran Council, the supreme organization of magicians, the Council of the God of Light, which claims to be able to "hear the heartbeat of the Lord", and the most famous Council of the Golden River, which is composed of members of the four major chambers of commerce of the Terran race, etc., but they have no concept of the No. 1 Council with the longest history and the most powerful power, the Council of Sharpness. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After all, vision determines the field of vision, and for ants, the height of a tree is already the sky. But for some of the old things that are deep in the empire, the name is not so far away.

However, these people are a minority after all, even the newly appointed Abel the Great of the Oscar Empire and the President of the Killer Guild of Saren, they only vaguely know that the last Sharpness Council is related to the last alien race that was annihilated by all races tens of thousands of years ago for the disaster continent - the Nightmare Zerg, and the rest only know what history wants them to know, which is called in a beautiful name:

The weak who have been eliminated by history.

......

Abyss Mercenary Regiment Headquarters.

The landmark building of the entire Tagus City main area is the castle-like central main building of the Abyss Mercenary Group - the Odysseus Palace, which is nicknamed "the heart of Tagus", which is about 300 meters high and covers an area of more than 500 meters.

Mogulas, who had come all the way from the Oskar Empire, was given the highest level of treatment to the Lanthal - in fact, every member of the council who came to the great powers was given the highest treatment, and according to their own wishes, they were given a luxurious lodging in the palace of Odysseus, or a secluded manor in a secluded manor somewhere in the city of Tagus, in order to satisfy everyone.

At this time, the Titan Sword Emperor, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed in a quiet room somewhere in the Odysseus Palace, closed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and remained motionless indifferently, and the red giant sword lay flat on his crossed legs, like a table.

As for the red dragon, after sending Mogulas to Tagus, it flew straight to the St. Gulus Mountains, which are next to the giant city, a branch of the St. Gulus Mountains, to be exact. It can be that the size of the first mountain range in the Continent of St. Gurus, even if it is only a branch vein, is not comparable to a man-made giant city like Tagus City, you must know that the predecessor of Tagus City, Tagus Peak, is just a larger mountain peak around this branch.

Suddenly, Mogulas, who had closed his eyes and looked at the doorway, where a small piece of paper had somehow been silently caught between the cracks of the door, as white as an eye. With a slight movement of his eyebrows and a gesture of his hand, the piece of paper automatically flew to Mogulas's hand.

Mogulas, who had watched silently a few times, silently twisted the piece of paper in his hand into fly ash, and continued to sit on the bed with his eyes closed, as if nothing had happened.

......

"President Devore, we haven't seen our old friend for decades, and you already have a granddaughter! should I congratulate you, or should I make fun of you?"

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows let in the last rays of the setting sun, and in the palatial hall, the elder of the Wizards' Guild, Dvor, who wore a magic hat with a pointed hat and a red gold-inlaid magic robe, leaned his magician staff on the side of the long table full of delicate food, stroked his long white beard, and the long old face under the wide brim seemed to become longer at this time.

At the other end of the long table, a young man in a white court magic robe was elegantly holding a red wine glass, smiling and looking at Devor ten meters away from him, and his playful tone was full of ridicule.

Strangely, although the white-robed young man looked to be in his early twenties, he had white hair about the same color as Devor's beard, and it was neatly combed without the slightest sense of disobedience.

The first magician of the Qur'an Empire, Pasri.

"Don't make fun of me, an old bone, you don't know, my daughter and son-in-law didn't leave me a trace of bloodline inheritance when they died, and this child was accepted as my granddaughter out of desperation. The elder waved his hand, shook his head and sighed, and said with a wry smile.

Pasray's expression illustrated his surprise, and there were very few things that could make the white-haired teenager look like that. He put down the wine glass in his hand and leaned forward slightly, as if this would make the old man opposite him see more clearly:

"You old fellow, this is a little frightening to me, what is helplessness? What can make you feel helpless?"

The elder sighed again, as if he had been distressed all this time and no amount of sighing was enough: "Lola, that delicate and willful girl, she is the last heir of the Skarin family. ”

Looking at Pasrey, who had not reacted for a moment because of excessive unexpectedness, Devor's gaze became a little wandering, and the voice seemed to come from a long distance:

"Nineteen years ago, her father handed her into my hands as an infant and asked me to preserve the last of Skarin's magical bloodline...... It's just that I didn't expect that to be the last time I saw him. ”

"You've done something crazy. ”

The white-robed young man regained his composure, brushed his neat white hair, and tapped the ground with his staff: "You should understand that in the affairs of those two families, any interference is an insult to them. But not only did you allow Vic to become an elder of the Wizards' Guild first, but you also adopted the remnants of the Skarin family, which is not just a matter of rules, you are in a big trouble for yourself.

Pasri's tone was agitated, but the Elder remained silent.

"They're gone. Finally, Devor still opened his mouth and raised his head to look at the white-robed young man: "They were once strong, but now they have all declined, and if I don't make a move, they may really disappear forever in the long river of history." ”

"There are a lot of magical families, old man. Pasrui picked up the glass again, shook the crystal red liquid in the glass, and sighed: "Over the years, there are still fewer families that have decayed and disappeared? Shelby, Selhevin, and even the St. Herrell family have entered a vacuum. With the strength of us as individuals, we can't do anything at all. Moreover, the decay of Skarin and Sylot is still more beneficial than disadvantageous to the entire wizarding world in some ways, at least for hundreds of years, isn't it?"

Seeing that Devor was silent, Pasrui reluctantly drank the glass of wine in his hand, and finally laughed:

"Sooner or later, I'm going to be killed by you guy!"

......

In a remote manor in the city of Tagus.

When night fell, this palatial mansion was not lit up with bright lights, but a faint blue fluorescence came out, which inexplicably looked a little weird.

"Unexpectedly, this time it was the old guy from Nitvic who came in person, and it seems that he, who has always advocated penance, finally can't help but breathe. ”

The dark throne about three meters high and full of gloom was suspended in the air of the main hall, like a strange magic sun, the current female pope of the Dark Curia, Granna, sat lazily on it, her long black hair like a waterfall was scattered around her shoulders, like a small snake, and the pair of breathtaking dark eyes above the veil casually glanced at the four special deacons of the Inquisition who were standing in a straight formation below, and anyone who met her black eyes immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly.

"Hmph, don't think I don't know what the chief judge means by insisting on sending you with me, it's best to be honest with me, otherwise I can't guarantee that I'll be in a good mood every time!"

With a cold snort from Grana, the four iron-blooded deacons who had countless lives in their hands trembled in their hearts and did not dare to speak, and by the time they raised their heads, the Pope had disappeared from her throne.

Glancing at each other, the four hapless executioners shook their heads and sighed.

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