The appearance of Misrela sparked a wave of enthusiasm between the venues.

All the red-robed mages hoped that this ** master could bring them true hope.

Compared to the forces of the upper realm, which were easy to arouse their fears, the head of the Illusion School, who was completely homegrown, was obviously more able to gain their trust.

However, a few red-robed ** masters were secretly worried, and the appearance of Misrila brought them new worries.

While Penny can't reassure them, neither can Misrila.

If Misrila is indeed under the control of Sazarstan as rumored, then choosing her as the ruling chief is tantamount to pushing the already dying red-robed mage into hell, and if Misrila shows evidence, how to deal with the defeated Penny is a big headache.

Although many of the mages present believed that the power of the upper realm could not be trusted, there were also many who had personal grudges with Misrila, and they were not disgusted with Penny, if Misrila won and these people switched to Penny's command, then another consequence that all the ** masters did not want to see would happen:

The red-robed mage society, which has only a few mages left, is about to fall into a split.

Dilemma.

The red-robed ** masters pinched a handful of sweat in their palms and focused their eyes on Misrila's body, the key now is how the head of the illusion school washes away the unfavorable suspicions on his body.

It's still a hassle after the wash, but it's not going to be as difficult for wizards as it is now.

"Mistress-Misa, who is this child?"

As Lulan Bouvre asked, the wizards suddenly saw that behind Misriela was a little boy in a black robe, with pale pupils and a strange smile on his face as he walked through the door.

Seeing the appearance of the black robe in such a bright and open manner, Penny himself was also stunned for a while, he looked at him with some incredulity, and all the red-robed mages present could hear the surprise in his tone: "Mr. Black Robe, you are actually ...... And so it appeared?"

"What's not to do?" Helast?The black robe glanced at him, "Isn't your plan to force me out here, and then recruit this group of red-robed mages with unclear brains by revealing our true colors?" ”

The strange little boy's words made the hearts of all the red-robed mages present pound, and the evil eyes made people shudder, and they suddenly began to feel restless as they looked at Misrila, who had said a word when they entered the venue.

"Who are you?!" Neildron snapped.

Helast handed a look that made this ** master stiff, and in an instant let all the ** masters know that the little boy in front of him was not a real little boy, but a monster with mysterious powers, it could be a devil, it could be a demon, but it would never be a human.

"I, you ask me who I am?" Hylast's smile became even more evil: "More than three thousand eight hundred years ago, my compatriots called me Hyruster, and in the last few hundred years, the people of the deep water have called me the mad mage Hylaster Black Robe, and now I am still Hylaster Black Robe, oh, although many people think I'm dead, but I'm still alive, of course, stupid red robes, the question of who I am has nothing to do with you, the point is that you only need to know one thing now!"

A black mist filled his pupils, and his voice was as sharp as a ghost: "Surrender to me now, or nothing awaits you is destruction!"

The red-robed mages were in an uproar, and the ** Master Lulan Bouvard stared at Misrela with a snow-white face: "Lord Misrila, what do you mean?"

They all vaguely understood, but couldn't imagine that the rumor would be verified in this way.

"Lord Sazastan wants us to return to his command, dear colleagues. Misrila's eyes flickered, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "What's the point of fooling around with this hopeless little imp? Wouldn't it be nice to recreate the world with Lord Sazastan and become the creator of a new world?"

"You're crazy, Misrila, what kind of whimsical idea is this?" Cohen Fils scolded, his voice sternly retorted, "Sazastan is against all of Torreel, and no red-robed mage who is not crazy would make such a stupid decision!"

"So what?" Misrila glanced at Penny, "Now that the future of the whole Torel is in your hands, this wizard has made it very clear, you should not be unaware, as long as you take refuge in it, you will immediately become the new god of creation." ”

The tickling among the red-robed mages present made Penny feel troubled.

Hylast's straightforward showdown with Misriera was much more than he expected, and it was clear that Hyrest was well aware of the resources that Penny held in his hands about the ancient evils, and since Misrila couldn't fool him through disguise, it didn't make sense to be a snake, so he chose to tell the story directly, and used the temptation to become the creator of the new world to lure the red-robed people who were not strong-willed.

Now it seems that this temptation cannot be said to be ineffective, and Penny observed the reaction of the red robes to the temptation of Misrila, and knew that a considerable number of red robes did not necessarily reject this idea.

Become a god of the new world, even if it is a vassal and puppet of Sazastan...... There was a tingle in Penny's heart, and he remembered Yafan, who was still sleeping in the astral crystal.

If you are a person of right mind, you probably won't be tempted by this temptation, but as an evil wizard organization, there are also quite a few members of the Red Mage Guild who are used to being enslaved and have a fiery hatred for the world - although such an extreme methodology can hardly make a mage go too far on the arcane path, there is no doubt that it exists.

"I do! I do!ah, I'm willing to surrender to Lord Sazarstan!" Several low-ranking red-robed mages rushed out of their seats, shook off their superiors and mentors, and crawled to Misrila's side, kneeling down humbly, with a blazing face: "Mistress Misrila, we are willing to follow the will of Lord Sazarstan. ”

Those high-ranking red-robed people who had been betrayed in person by their subordinates or students suddenly turned pale.

The wizard who watched coldly relieved slightly, a high-level wizard with a mature methodology probably wouldn't be so easily tempted by Misrila, and the ones who walked to Misrila's side were just some small characters.

Helast, who had received the loyalty of these small characters, was very happy, smiling as if flowers had bloomed on his face, and nodded at the group of new lackeys who were loyal to him, obviously very appreciative of their knowledge: "Okay, well, you have made a wise choice, and your mana is low? It doesn't matter, soon you will get extraordinary power." ”

"But what about you?" Helast looked up again, squinting at the large number of red-robed mages who had not yet spoken.

The hearts of the red robes were worried, and Lulan Bouvard clenched his cane, beads of sweat appeared on his foreheads, and of course they understood what would happen to them if they defected to Sazastan.

There are few things more unacceptable for a mature wizard than to be controlled by others, and in general, they will never willingly become another person's lackeys or puppets altogether unless they are threatened with death.

The relative maturity of their minds also allows them to understand the madness of Sazastan's behavior, and the possible blows - it is not fun to be enemies of the whole world, and it is inexplicable if they take refuge in the past and become cannon fodder for Sazastan, and die.

Intolerable.

They stared at the smiling Helast, their gloomy emotions accumulating, waiting for a moment to erupt.

Penny raised his hand to support his chin, tilted his head slightly, and looked indifferently at what was happening, but contrary to this look, his heart was as nervous as a longbow full of strings.

Just like the smile on Helast's face, the more nervous she is, the more leisurely she looks, but it puts even greater pressure on those red-robed mages who are in a dilemma!

"Damn, damn it, damn it......" A red-robed man muttered a few monotonous words over and over again, and gradually his voice grew louder and louder, until he became hysterical: "Hell, damn shit! Whether it's Sazastan or the hell of the upper realm, to hell with me! I don't want to mix it into this pot of rotten and smelly soup anymore! You idiots, to hell with me! I won't play! I won't play! You're all listening to me! goodbye! I'm leaving!!"

He unleashed a teleportation spell with a frantic expression, but the magic light only flickered slightly, and then it was extinguished by the suppression of another force.

Like him, the other red-robed people who were about to use teleportation spells to escape stopped their actions at the same time.

The crazy smile on the face of the red robe who failed in the teleportation technique suddenly stiffened, and gradually distorted into a kind of hollowness caused by despair, he looked at the wizard with a flat expression on the other side of the venue, and then turned to Helast, who was smiling even brighter, and slowly opened his mouth with a cry in his tone: "Let me go! Let me go! No matter who it is! I won't get in your way!!"

The words "No—permiss—go—" The initial bytes representing three meanings were unusually harsh in Helast's deliberately elongated tone, and he shook his head slowly, and a large shadow surrounded the venue from all sides!

Dozens of pairs of eyes as gloomy as him stared at the red-robed mages in the field in this black mist, and Hylaste slapped his palms lightly: "I just seemed to say, two choices, if you don't surrender, you will be destroyed." ”

The red-robed robe let out a scream of despair, and collapsed directly into his seat.

"Now, can you make a choice?" asked Helast with a smile in his black robe.

The red-robed mages looked at each other with pale faces, and they all felt their hearts begin to chill.

The powerful power in this black fog made them feel desperate, and they could still feel that inside the black fog that was getting thicker and thicker, the dark power was still growing rapidly, and soon they began to feel suffocated.

It's an absolutely terrifying force.

At this moment, a dazzling light bloomed on the other side of the venue, and the red-robed mages cast their eyes to the source of the light in disbelief, and heard Penny's loud voice amplified hundreds of times as the light appeared:

"You seem to have deliberately made everyone here ignore the other option, Mr. Blackrobe. ”

The expressions on the faces of the red-robed mages became stunned, but the smiles on Helast's faces became even brighter.

(To be continued)