"For the first time since the destruction of the Three Peaks Tower, the mages of the Federation have come together, unsurrounded and unsurveilled. You can reach out and grab your favorite food, and you can exchange magical knowledge with confidence. Wendy propped her hands on the podium, and her words resonated with everyone. "I remember my days in the Crimson Spire of Fort Hub, protected by a powerful magical enchantment, but not at all safe. When the elves breached the outer walls and occupied the circle on the platform outside the tower, I thought I was going to die. ”

Many fell silent, and the mages at that time had indeed lost hope. The elves surrounded the Hub with a magic circle, limiting the teleportation spell's area of effect and ensuring that no mage could leave. There were also many voices of surrender at that time, some of which were rejected by the wizards of the Knox Guild, and others who died because of the elves' intransigence.

By the time the door of the Crimson Spire was opened, everyone was ready to fight to the death: if they could escape, they would be counted as one. However, it wasn't attack magic that came in, it was a letter. Peace talks have already been held with elves, and one of the demands is the release of all members of the Mage Federation.

"I'm not here today to thank anyone, because everyone is relying on themselves to survive. We would not have waited for victory without everyone casting spells to strengthen the Crimson Spire again and again, we would not have waited for victory without everyone not giving up in the crisis, and we would not have waited for victory without gritting our teeth and persevering again and again, believing that there would be a better tomorrow. ”

"After that, the Mage Guild came belatedly and hoped that we would be able to join them, of course, with years of research from the Federation. My memory may not be as good as that of Master Shelley, but I still vividly remember the price offered to me by the Mage Guild: two archmages as mentors, and exclusive research funds of 300,000 gold coins. An independent laboratory, an assistant to the god of lights. With these conditions, I have the confidence to become a new archmage before the age of fifty. However, I refused, because the Mage Guild wanted me to write a spell array for the Union Mana Pool, as much as I wanted. ”

Her words caused a whisper, and this was the first time anyone had talked about it in public. After the Elven Wars. The mages of the federation were more or less tempted, and some exchanged knowledge and resources to some extent even if they did not choose to join the mage association.

The Mage Guild also prepared a big gift for Siegel, but Edith decided that it would not be enough to win over Siegel as the victor and might make him feel insulted, so he terminated the offer after reporting it to his teacher. None of the other transactions went through Edith, but he knew more or less the inside story. Wendy's speech is very level, which does not match her usual performance, so the half-elf is thinking about who is the person who catches the knife behind the scenes. Segal?He was first suspicious of Lord Heim. But there was no clue in Siegel's expression. This person can make Wendy obedient and obedient, and he has the power to move people's hearts, and he can only be someone in the Federation.

Edith's gaze swept over each suspect, and he secretly guessed in his heart.

"As far as I know, none of the people present today have gone to the Mage Guild, and everyone still considers themselves members of the Federation. Why?" Wendy leaned forward and glared at the chubby Simmondon with ice-blue eyes. The latter kept stuffing food into Wendy's mouth while she spoke. "Semonton. Why don't you go to the Mage Society?"

He swallowed the meat roll first, wiped his thick lips with his hand, and then said in a deep voice: "The people of the association are bitter and persuade me to lose weight. If they're really that wise, why don't they persuade me before I get fat? They manage too much, like chattering old women. I'm not going to go!"

"What price did the Mage Guild offer you?" Wendy asked suddenly.

"You!" Semonton pointed his fat finger at Wendy. Cremation in an instant. However, all the sparks were concentrated within a few inches of the Sculptor's fingers, and he didn't recite the incantation, so it didn't count as a threat or attack.

Wendy looked at him without showing any weakness, her eyes not even panicking for a moment. There was silence in the tent, and many people made gestures of protective spells. If the Shaper recites a spell, they will block it as soon as possible.

Semonton waited for a moment, then burst out laughing. He lowered his fingers, grabbed a piece of fried cheese, threw it in his mouth, and replied vaguely: "Fried shredded wontons." ”

"What, no one understands. Wendy smiled, but asked reluctantly.

"You little girl, I didn't expect to be able to speak so loudly now!" Semonton's voice was still clear despite the food in his mouth. He likes to eat, but he has long practiced the chewing method that does not affect the chanting of mantras, and there is no problem in speaking clearly. "The Mage Guild promises to give me a Chaos Diamond, the kind that contains the four elemental energies. Firestorm, Ice Storm, Lightning Strike, or Acid Rain can be used twice a day. As you know, because it contains very primordial elemental power and is in a natural delicate balance, it is a good thing for us sculptors to promote perception and strength. ”

Simmondon looked around, licked his fingers clean of the fried cheese, and looked at the people around him. "If anyone from the Federation can get the Chaos Diamond, I'll support him. ”

Although he was talking about anyone in the Federation, his eyes were on Siegel. His gaze led the gaze of all to it.

Dead fat, I didn't have that at the time!Wendy clenched her fists. I'm worried that I've done Siegel a disservice.

"I don't have Chaos Diamonds, but I can give you this. Siegel thought for a moment, and stood his staff of defense to the side, his hands on his chest, as if holding something.

"I don't need extra air, I've got enough to breathe. Semonton said.

"If I don't chant a spell, it won't be a spellcast, right?" Siegel asked, "I'm just using the power of the elements, so it's okay, right?"

Everyone's curiosity was piqued to know what Siegel was capable of, so the tent resounded with shouts such as "No problem, come on!"

Siegel communicates with the Myr Core, ordering it to increase its output of energy and send it to his own hand through an energy-focused lens. He didn't chant a spell or make a spell cast. But the instantaneous gathering of elements is enough to release four fireballs.

Simmonton just frowned. The way Siegel gathers energy is interesting, but it's just an application improvement, and it doesn't involve any advanced magical truths, what is he trying to express?

The arrival of the fire elemental was only the first step, and the other three elements followed in turn. Between Siegel's palms, the four elements are isolated from each other and rotate in motion. Form a beautiful ring.

At this time, most of them involuntarily retreated, and some had already used spells to protect themselves against elemental damage. The elemental power on the site is already very high, and if it is not controlled well, it is likely to cause disaster.

Only a few people could see that Siegel had mastered the balance between the elements, and his ability to manipulate the macro and subtle aspects was enough to ensure the safety of the elements. Semonton nodded, his three-layered chin trembled, and said very sincerely: "Siegel, it's not easy for you to reach this level at a young age. It looks like you've found your way to the Archmage. I congratulate you. ”

"Thank you. ”

"But I can do that, it's not enough to impress me. ”

"I know, so I'm going to keep trying. Siegel said to Master Semonton, "If something goes wrong, I hope you can control the energy that escapes and don't hurt everyone." ”

"Okay, just show what you think. Semonton said, "Let me see how strong you are!"

Siegel first closed his eyes, reminisced about the whole process, and then squeezed his hands. It directly crushed the barrier between the four elements.

The elements mingled, and the opposing elements tried to explode. Similar elements are constantly trying to push up the power. Instead of dissipating the elements in his hand, Siegel continued to compress them.

"Are you crazy, trying to kill everyone?" shouted some mages, protecting themselves with layers of spells. Some tried to use teleportation to leave, but were despised by other mages. Using teleportation in a place of elemental rage really feels like I'm dying too slowly.

Fat Semonton's eyes lit up, and he took a step closer. Staring at Siegel's hands. His voice spread through every corner of the tent: "Shut up, don't make noise! I'm still here, what are you panicking about!"

Siegel focused on adjusting the sensations in his hands and finding the right moment. It's like cutting a crystal out of a stone, and you need to see it, you have to do it. He kept kneading the elemental mass in his hand. Circulation, transformation, and mutual growth.

He experimented on this occasion according to the idea of elemental aggregates.

Although it was his whim, it was indeed carefully considered. Elemental aggregates require a large amount of energy to be gathered, and they need to be perceived and manipulated accurately, which means that they must be performed by hand, not with the help of magic arrays. There is no safer occasion than in the presence of the Federation's protectors and shapers.

In meditation, he had done this many times, and the number of successes was much smaller than the number of failures, but this time he was very confident that he would be able to do it without a hitch. When the initial cycle of the aggregate was established, the power of the elements appeared insufficient, and Siegel ordered the energy focusing lens to continue to be deployed.

This concentration of elements basically reproduces the power of the Mir Energy Core when it was born, and the iridescent sun is shining again. Siegel concentrated all his willpower and commanded the elements in his hands to obey. The furious power flew out of his fingers, but they were all guided aside by Semonton, causing no damage. The sculptor was eager to try, and he almost rubbed his hands against the ball of energy.

A black flame emanated from Siegel's palm, calcining around the elemental aggregate. In meditation, Siegel experimented with methods such as blood magic, but flame calcination was the one with the highest success rate. The black flames amazed the mages, including the Sculptors, who had never seen such a strange state of energy before, and found that their senses of the elements had been cut off.

There was no more overflow of energy, and everyone felt much safer. Everyone regained their composure and quietly waited for the results. Siegel's casting process continued for a while, and the black flames were finally removed.

He spread out his palm, and a tetrahedron lay quietly in the palm of his hand. Each side of the tetrahedron is different in color and exudes the power of an element, but they are always changing order.

It's very similar to the Chaos Diamond, except that there is no natural balance of Karakuri and it's all man-made perfection. Siegel threw the elemental aggregate tetrahedron to Simonton, and said, "My strength is not enough, this thing is only the first step in the elemental aggregate." In my meditation, it will be even more powerful. Are you interested?"

Simmondon looked at the tetrahedron and threw it back. "Siegel, don't let me down, don't let me down. You have piqued my interest, but today is to discuss the matter of the Federation. He pointed to the podium and said, "I'm interested in hearing what you have to say when Wendy finishes in a moment." (To be continued.) )