Sazastan floated in the space of the mage's tower, and below him, several red-robed mages stood respectfully.

"The head of the spell system and the plastic energy department have arrived in Ximen City, but there is not much to discover." A red-robed mage reported with some trepidation: "Those traitors should have fled, and even those four people have lost their news. ”

"We've destroyed several known strongholds, but we've achieved nothing."

"That's all?" Sazastan's voice was low, and there was no emotion in his tone.

The red-robed mage hurriedly lowered his head: "Chief Regent, those traitors you know are very capable of hiding."

"That's not what I want to hear." Sazastan interrupted: "I just want the result, a few months have passed since my order was issued, but I still haven't seen the person I want." ”

"It makes me wonder if I'm being too lenient with you."

Several red-robed mages were so frightened that they fell directly to the ground.

"Let the chief of the school of prophecy come to me." Sazastan didn't continue the conversation, but several red-robed mages knew that they were going to be unlucky.

Sazastan has never been a tolerant person.

Just then, a voice rang out inside the Mage Tower: "Master, Eldofer asks to see you." ”

"Huh?" Sazastan was somewhat surprised.

Eldofe is the chief of Serge's school of prophecy.

The other party's prophecy ability has increased recently? I just summoned the other party, and the other party has already arrived?

This made Sazastan's rotten face a little colder.

It seems that it is time to suppress the other side, and everyone must know that Serge is the Serge of Sazastan, and the civil strife that used to be will never happen again.

As his mind moved, a portal appeared, and a red-robed lich floated in.

"Your Excellency the Chief Regent." The visitor bowed respectfully: "I feel—"

"Let you find a way to predict the location of those four people, you already have the result?" Sazastan directly interrupted Erdofe's words.

"Not yet." Erdofe was stunned for a moment: "It's strange, I can't find the location of the fate vein. Especially the spellcaster named Townsen, I didn't see any signs at all, and the other three omen became more and more obscure. ”

"Can't the school of prophecy even do such a simple thing?" Sazastan sneered: "Maybe I should consider banning this school, it just so happens that there are already too many necromantic mages, and if I allow it, I may be able to give birth to a new necromantic legendary mage." ”

Erdofe was slightly frightened in his heart, he did not dare to disobey the moody leader, but bowed his head and said: "Your Excellency's will is Serre's will." ”

Then he said quickly, "However, I was about to bring the latest prophecy of His Excellency the Chief Regent, when I saw a catastrophe. ”

"About the disaster in Serge."

Sazastan did not speak, just stared at him indifferently and condescendingly.

"I saw the dragon, an angry ancient dragon." Erdofe withstood the pressure and said, "Danger is already approaching, even imminent. Serge needs to prepare early. ”

"Dragons?" Sazastan said: "Serre's disaster? ”

"You think I need to worry about an ancient dragon?"

"Nothing can threaten your presence." Erdofe hurriedly said: "But. That would indeed be a disaster, and I saw the deaths of countless nobles and mages. ”

"Moreover, I have a feeling that there is a deeper conspiracy lurking in our territory." He paused, "But I can't be exact—"

"That's enough." Sazastan's eyes shone with a piercing light: "There is something about the dragon, you let the council discuss it, your task is to find the traces of those four people, I will not give you too much time." ”

For Sazastan, the death of his subjects did not matter at all.

What he cared about was the Core of Mythra, a legacy from the Nethrel era.

As long as you have it, you not only have a floating city, but also an almost endless magic power that directly communicates with the magic network.

However, Sazastan soon discovered his omission.

Erdofe's prediction was right, and a day later, an ancient black dragon hovered above the sky of Mount Searle, but what he didn't expect was that the ancient black dragon would be so huge.

No, it's even close to the level of the Ancient Black Dragon.

When people saw the scars on the dragon's face, they realized in disbelief that they were the owners of the images they were looking at for fun.

It's just that compared to the miserable appearance in the image, the other party's current posture obviously only means one thing.

Destroy.

There was barely any reaction time, and the monstrous acid had already invaded Mount Searle, which had not been invaded for many years.

Even though the Council of Red-robed Mages had already prepared for a long time, and several of the chief mages who remained in Serre joined forces to fight against the incomparably huge black dragon, even the siege of several legendary lichs could not stop the black dragon's ravage.

The chanting of dragon magic resounded throughout Searle, and the light of legendary magic continued to light up above people's heads.

The power of the legendary spell from the dragon was undoubtedly able to destroy the entire city completely.

Fortunately, Sazastan made a timely move, and with just one spell, the huge body of the ancient black dragon fell, and its incomparably powerful body was almost directly disintegrated.

However, it didn't end so easily.

When the ancient black dragon flew up again, it looked intact, the only difference was that it was even more furious and furious.

This unwarranted disaster made Sazastan quite irritable, the challenge level of the ordinary ancient black dragon was only level 21, and the four chief red-robed mages could completely resist each other, but this one was obviously much more than that.

Even if you add your own shot, it is quite difficult to stop the other party in a short time. Moreover, he had never seen such a manic black dragon, and generally speaking, as long as he made his own move to make the other party feel threatened, the other party should have retreated a long time ago.

Where did this black dragon come from? What is the deep hatred with Searle? An immortal look?

Just as Sazastan was wrestling with the ancient black dragon, he suddenly sensed that a magic trap in his treasury had been triggered.

"Someone hacked into my treasury?"

His face sank completely, "At this time, it seems that the arrival of the black dragon is deliberately done by someone." ”

Another legendary spell was cast, the ancient black dragon was temporarily imprisoned in the half-plane, and Sazastan's figure flashed, appearing directly in the underground cave where the treasure house was located.

Then, a flaming whip had swept towards him.

(End of chapter)