When Li Qian looked at it, it was the end of the three major witches.

At this time, it was the eighty years since the founding of the Argos, and their old lord had long since died, and the new lord was ambitious to open up a new atmosphere.

"The three witches will go, and the royal power will be in my hands."

The new lord pondered for a long time, and finally gave the order.

"The three witches have served the country and made countless sacrifices, and they deserve a grand funeral."

As long as the three witches die, no one in the world can suppress him, the lord of the country.

In this case, he will not be stingy with the three witches, the final glory.

"The Three Witches will pass away, and the nation of Argos will mourn for seven days to commemorate the magnificent contributions made by the Three Witches to the Kingdom of Argos."

The lord of the kingdom even urged the construction of three statues of witches, which stood in the square of the palace of the city-state of Konya.

Countless people took the initiative to mourn the death of the great witch.

Although Circe once became independent, it even broke with the Twelve Ancestral Witches for a time.

But in the face of Warcraft, the two sides still abandoned their previous suspicions and cooperated sincerely.

Over the years, Circe, Modea, and Kassandra have eased considerably, and although they are no longer as close as they once were, they were at least able to stand side by side.

In the grand square, three huge stone statues stand, and behind it is a towering temple that commemorates the great messenger Thoth, who once imparted knowledge to mankind.

On the ancient stone wall, there is a picture of Thoth coming to the world and imparting knowledge.

Thoth, the messenger of the gods, incarnates a three-legged and six-winged divine bird and brings the flame of knowledge to the continent of Arad.

In the temple, three witches stood side by side, each with different expressions in their eyes.

"Thoth, the great messenger of God, your most devout believer, will offer you one last prayer."

The three of them looked up at the huge stone statue with humble expressions.

Behind them, two young girls followed.

That was the apprentice they had taken in when they were dying.

"Cynthia, this is the oracle who imparted our knowledge back then, and from now on, you will worship the oracle on my behalf." Kassandra said.

Cynthia's gift of prophecy was very beloved by Cassandra, who had been studying witchcraft with her since Hercules' disappearance.

"Medusa, pay homage." Circe is concise and to the point.

The disciple she accepted was a descendant of a half-orc, born with the eyes of a snake, and is said to have extremely strange spiritual powers, which can imprison others when they look at them.

Only Modea did not take anyone as an apprentice.

In the bottom of her heart, she always thinks about Hercules, who disappeared back then, and Lilith.

"Lilith was pregnant when she was taken away by Barend, and I don't know what happened to that child......

She thought about it for a long time, and finally made a decision to collect her life's learning in the idol of Thoth.

Only those who have the blood of Hercules and Lilith can activate the witchcraft she left behind and obtain the inheritance.

After the prayer, the three of them stood high above the temple and looked down on the beings from a high position.

"I didn't expect it...... It's also the day we leave. Kassandra sighed.

"We've been fighting for so many years, but we still have to die together, and I'm really unwilling." Circe smiled and smiled, but his eyes flashed with an inexplicable brilliance.

She, unlike Modeya, is not prepared to leave a legacy.

Because, years ago, she had already understood the mysteries of alchemy.

"What you give, what you get, I hope that the means I leave behind can allow me to live a new life."

Modeya was silent, staring north.

"After Barend was defeated by us a few years ago, he has always had his eye on Argos, and if we leave here, I am afraid that the entire continent of Arad will fall into his hands."

She stared at the two of them and said in a deep voice, "It's time to make a decision, the future belongs to them, and we should face our own fate." ”

Circe and Kassandra looked at each other and nodded.

"We agree."

On this day, a piece of news came out that shocked the world.

The three witches will join forces with the remaining nine witches to work together to refine the twelve ancestral witch rings that originally symbolized the identity of wizards.

Fusing the power of the twelve witches, the Ring of the Twelve Ancestral Witches has become an extremely hot artifact in the eyes of people in the world.

As long as you have a Ring of Ancestral Witches, you can wield the power of one of the twelve Ancestral Witches.

Even an ordinary person can have great power.

In the eighty-fifth year of Argos, the refining of the ring of the twelve ancestral witches was completed, and the lives of the three witches also came to an end.

On this day, joy and sorrow coexist in the land of Argos.

Countless people looked in the direction of the temple and burst into tears.

"Thank you, Witch!"

The sorcerers in various places took off their hoods to show their mysteries and bowed deeply.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches may have shortcomings, but it is undeniable that they have made great contributions to this world.

In people's hearts, they who have personally faced the divine envoys have long been gods walking in the world.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, led by the Three Witches, rose in the era of human weakness.

When the beasts were rampant, brutal and bloody, and mankind was on the verge of extinction, the ancestor of witches, Modeya, single-handedly brought back the Eye Demon and opened up the era of witchcraft.

Kassandra developed the art of healing witchcraft, redeemed and healed many seriously wounded and dying, and mastered the art of prophecy to avoid evil and save countless people.

As for Circe, although his personality is perverse and difficult to figure out, his cultivation method can be called evil.

But in times of crisis, he stepped forward and repelled Barende's exploits are indelible.

The remaining nine wizards, each with their own contributions, are all great men of the day.

"You've done a pretty good job of being able to create a wizard's path with this little thing."

Li Qian sighed with emotion, if it weren't for them, he would still be an ordinary person now.

"They should be given a decent enough funeral."

Li Qian figured it out, it was impossible to show up, and the wizarding world today was not like the desolate world.

The population of the desolate world was small at that time, and it would not happen if he stepped on it blindly.

But the population of the wizarding world is now more than one million, and if the real body is born, it is estimated that there is no need for Barende to make a move, and he can trample the wizarding world by himself.

"Well, then use the projection to show them the gods, so that they can have the motivation to cultivate."

After all, the gods have all appeared, and it is not a matter for the gods to never show their heads.

As for how to make them not covet becoming gods, but concentrate on staying on the ground to cultivate, he had already thought of a method.

"As long as you make the Divine Realm appear more dangerous than the ground, you will find a way to enter the Divine Realm if your brain is broken."

Then, Li Qian took a portable projector from the room and placed it next to the ball in the wizarding world.

Press the switch, and a melodious music will play.