Warhammer Wizard

The last day of August.

There was a heavy rain just yesterday, which brought a bit of coolness to the hot summer. The rising sun was not too dazzling. The weather was clear and cloudless.

For the millions of residents living in Northrael, today is nothing special,

In the morning, people leave their homes to start their day.

The streets gradually became lively, with cars galloping and pedestrians like weaving; the children in the school read aloud to the teacher in unison, someone in the Church of the Gods was praying in a low voice, the machinery of the factory was started, the workers on the assembly line were numb, the farmers Working in the manor and farmland outside the city, the shop clerk was on duty to entertain the guests.

All living beings did not notice any signs of change.

Some people who are more concerned about current affairs have read the contents of the newspapers, and only talk to the people next to them in their spare time about holding a plenary meeting of the empire today.

The theme of the meeting was to set up a campaign committee and arrange the election process for the new consul.

The vast majority of people have no interest in discussing this. In their opinion, there is no suspense at all for the next consul.

There is no one more suitable to be a consul than His Excellency Ren Augustus!

In the past ten years, the political achievements of the consuls have been seen by everyone. The empire has expanded, the businessmen have made a lot of money, the wages of the common people have increased, and the children of poor families can also enter the school and have the opportunity to become extraordinary.

New buildings, neighborhoods, and marinas have been built in every city, streets are getting wider, there are more cars on the road, and living conditions have improved significantly.

The number of extraordinary people has more than doubled, and the average strength has increased by more than one rank compared to ten years ago.

The city's security has improved, crimes and cases of evil **** believers have been greatly reduced, and even the incidence of the curse of the blood and soul has been greatly reduced.

Whether it is aristocrats and rich people, or extraordinary people with power, ordinary people and commoners at the bottom have clearly felt the huge changes.

The empire is thriving and everything is going in the right direction.

This is the best time!

Of the dozens of consuls and emperors in the history of the empire, none of them can achieve the achievements of Lord Renn. If he does not serve as the consul, then who is qualified?

Almost no one thinks that the consul will fail to be re-elected, and, at least, must serve at least four terms!

Only a handful of people who could reach the upper echelons of the empire smelled a tinge of unease. Undercurrents surging under the calm situation seemed to be brewing a terrible storm.

Eight O'clock.

The parliamentarians who rushed to the imperial capital from all over the empire arrived outside Fuberden Castle one after another. Some were waiting at the door and did not immediately enter the Temple of Truth. Some directly entered the meeting room of the Temple and sat in their seats.

Whether it is a veteran member or a young new member, everyone's expressions are serious, even solemn.

There are more than 300 imperial parliamentarians, but only 20 or 30 can attract attention. They are all representatives of various forces. They can get in touch with the top big figures in the empire at any time. , play a pivotal role in their own faction.

In the past, these imperial parliamentarians with powerful hands would be surrounded by many people.

Their conversation is the weather vane of the parliament.

But today, there is silence inside and outside the Temple of Truth, and the imperial parliamentarians occasionally exchange a few words in a low voice. Most of the time, they use eye contact to observe their colleagues in the parliament.

The lawmakers' eyes were full of scrutiny, vigilance and suspicion.

"when…"

When there was a quarter to nine o'clock, a magic bell rang in the Temple of Truth.

The more than 300 seats in the chamber have been filled, and the imperial parliamentarians are waiting for the arrival of the consul and the rotating representatives of the Supreme Council.

The next time the magic bell rings, the meeting officially begins.

The ruling hall.

Ren walked to the window of the office, looked at the Temple of Truth from the magic bell, stared for a few seconds, and glanced at a magnificent palace north of the Palace of Holland, paused for a moment, there was the Palace of Rik, Orien The seat of the emperor's throne of the Se Empire.

"The day has finally come."

Ren whispered to himself, turned around and went downstairs without hesitation, and came to the door of the ruling hall under the adoring and awe-inspiring eyes of all the officials of the Lotus Palace.

The Rick Guards came up, and Heskto, headed by him, saluted, "Your Excellency the Consul."

Ren nodded slightly, rode on Borch who turned into a golden-scaled pegasus, looked up at the sky, and suddenly smiled: "The weather today is good, suitable for big things."

Heskett's eyes changed slightly, and he whispered: "Yeah..."

"Let's go." Ren waved his hand.

"As ordered!"

The team of Rick's Guards moved. At the front were four tall knights, holding the double-headed eagle flag representing the imperial consul. A group of knights surrounded Ren in the middle, and the whole team exuded chill and majesty. breath.

Sicarius followed with the Ultramarines on both sides of the team. The tall and burly Ultramarines wore heavy power armor, and their tyrannical aura was terrifying.

The consul's team walked out of the Lotus Palace, passed through the huge square in front of the Rick Palace, and arrived at the Temple of Truth on the other side of the square.

Finally stopped in front of the statue of the goddess of magic.

Ren dismounted and prayed silently in front of the statue, then stepped up the steps and entered the Temple of Truth.

"The Archon is here!"

Heskto took a few quick steps into the council chamber of the temple, and the loud voice spread throughout the hall. The guards standing at the gate of the temple, under the pillars and around the hall stood at attention, and lightly touched the weapon in his hand to the ground, making a bang. sound.

The imperial parliamentarians stood up with a clatter and turned to look at the door of the council chamber.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Ren stepped into the hall of the temple, and all the imperial parliamentarians saluted him and watched him pass through the aisle in the middle of the seats. The congressmen on both sides of the aisle, whether they belonged to the Nesser faction or the balance faction, all showed respect on their faces when Ren passed by in front of him.

The eyes of the Modus deputies are full of worship and fanaticism, just like devout believers.

Ren walked down the aisle step by step, crossed the front row, and boarded the rostrum in the conference hall, which was filled with a row of wide seats.

He stopped on the middle seat and turned around to face the audience.

"I've seen the consul!"

The imperial deputies saluted loudly.

The consuls are elected from among the imperial councillors. They are not only members of the imperial council, but also the head of all councillors. They also serve as the speaker of the imperial council. They are responsible for presiding over plenary meetings. above.

Ren raised his hand and said softly: "Members of the Congress, please sit down."

The Imperial MPs took their seats.

Ren looked at a chair next to him, and soon, an elf figure appeared, with a handsome face, a pair of pointed ears, a pale red magic robe, and a white crow embroidered on his chest.

"Master Yofu Ma." Ren said hello.

"Consul."

The Supreme Council has a rotating representative every month who attends important meetings of the Imperial Council and generally does not participate in speeches. This month, it is Yoof Ma's turn to be on duty. For such an important event as the establishment of a campaign committee, it is imperative to attend.

"Master, please take a seat." Ren said: "The meeting will start immediately."

Youfu Ma suddenly said, "Consul, please wait a moment."

"What's the matter with Master?" Ren took a deep look at Yofu Ma's projection.

Although it was just a projection, Yoof Ma's real body was far away in the Floating City of Flannes, but with just one glance, Ren's gaze made Yoof Ma feel pressured.

The elf archmage's eyes flickered, and he seemed to be afraid to face Ren, and clenched his hands subconsciously.

He took a deep breath and said loudly: "I ask the Supreme Council to hold an emergency temporary meeting, right here, in front of all the members of the Empire, instead of going to the Supreme Palace."

"Wow..."

There was a commotion in the chamber.

At least half of the more than 300 imperial parliamentarians have changed their faces. They are all people who know the inside story in advance, and they can't help but say: coming!

Everyone looked at the consul on the stage.

"Oh?" Ren asked with a calm face, "Master Ma Youfu, tell me your reason." Generally speaking, only the three giants of the empire are qualified to initiate the convocation of the Supreme Council, and there must be sufficient reasons, and it is not the turn. Yoo Ma.

Not to mention, Mayuf wanted to convene the Supreme Council in front of the Imperial MPs.

Obviously came prepared.

Youfu Ma did not speak, but a deep voice responded for him: "I asked for it."

A tall figure appeared next to Youfu Ma, wearing a thick black magic robe, with a strong body, shaved head, a sharp chin beard, a majestic face, showing a sturdy temperament, it is Tim, the Duke of Grey Eagle. Kenan.

After his projection appeared, he said: "Today, there will be a major proposal concerning the future of the empire, which will be submitted to the imperial parliament for voting, and the Supreme Council will also vote on the spot to make the final ruling."

"Consul, is my reason enough?"

Tim Kennan stared at Ren when he spoke, making no secret of his intentions.

Before Renn could answer, he received a magical summons from the Supreme Council. It was from Tim Kenan in front of him. He didn't want to ask his consent at all.

Almost at the same time, one figure after another appeared on the stage.

Kelston, Duke of Redstone, Great Sage Congerald, Master Huo Huai, Magna, Duke of Purple Flame, Tuztu, Duke of Black Robes, and Kronor Manthor, who was promoted to Holy Spirit Wizard a few months ago .

Add Tim Kennan and Yof Ma, and the eight members of the Netherite and Balance groups are all there.

Exactly half the members of the Supreme Council.

Ren's face was solemn.

A projection array is arranged on the rostrum of the Imperial Chamber, and Holy Soul Wizards and Archmages can directly project over them from their towers or floating cities. But this is not the Supreme Palace after all. In the history of the empire, the Holy Soul Wizards convened outside the Supreme Palace. It has only happened two or three times. The members of the two factions have arrived so quickly, obviously they have already discussed it.

The imperial parliamentarians also reacted, the Netzer faction and the balance faction are really going to attack the consul!

The atmosphere on the stage froze.

The deputies in the audience did not dare to make a sound.

The palms of some imperial congressmen were sweaty, and their hearts were extremely nervous. At the same time, they also gave birth to a kind of excitement and anticipation of being in a big event. Being able to see the confrontation of the Supreme Council with their own eyes may be their only chance in this life!

The projections of the two holy soul wizards sat silently on the chairs, all sitting on Ren's left hand side.

Ren's eyes swept across them, and he said blankly, "Since it was Master Kenan who initiated the call, let's do it like this."

He stood in front of his seat and waited.

After ten seconds.

The Holy Soul wizards of the Modus faction came to project one after another, Anse Verdas, Master Oroin, Prophet Medif, Queen of Storms, Duke of Silver Star, Dean Sabra and Oxilia.

When they saw the situation on the stage, their expressions changed.

Anse Verdas asked in a deep voice, "Grey Eagle, why did you call us to the Imperial Chamber?" Oroin also frowned.

"Why do you ask knowingly." Tim Kennan replied quietly.

Anse Waldston looked displeased.

The purpose of Gray Eagle is not difficult to guess. It is nothing more than that the later proposal will be passed in the Imperial Parliament, allowing the Supreme Council to vote on the spot, and not giving the Modus faction a chance to discuss. At the same time, voting in front of imperial parliamentarians can put more pressure on the Modus faction.

The Balancing faction and the Nether faction have only eight votes in the Supreme Council and are tied at most.

Grey Eagle makes this sudden attack...

An aura flashed in Anse Waldos' mind. If he wasn't sure, Tim Kennan's character would definitely not create such a big battle, which meant that he had nine votes in hand!

Modus has sent a traitor!

Which one is it?

Anse Waldos quickly glanced at the allies around him, but for a while, he couldn't tell which one had defected.

He hurriedly winked at Ren, only to find that Ren did not respond.

Ren said softly, "Teacher, please sit down."

Anse Waldston understood at the time that Ren had expected this situation and even knew who the traitor was, which made him even more anxious. No matter who succeeds today, it will tear apart the Supreme Council and the Empire. The probability of Gray Eagle's victory is very low, and his actions will only accelerate Ren's plan.

"Grey Eagle, you'll regret it." Anse Verdas sighed, delaying the arrival of this day intentionally or unintentionally, but ultimately failed.

"Ha ha…"

Tim Kennan responded with a sneer.

The Holy Soul Wizards of the Modu faction had different expressions, and took their seats on the right hand side of Ren.

Sixteen members of the Supreme Council lined up on the stage, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com Ren lived in the middle and said aloud: "Goddess shelter, truth lasts forever!"

"The truth lives on!"

Everyone in the council hall followed the prayer, and the statue standing in the temple trembled slightly.

After praying, Ren announced: "The meeting begins. Today's first topic is to set up a campaign committee and start the campaign for the next consul..."

The Holy Soul Wizard and the Archmage on the stage said nothing.

The lawmakers listened quietly. Many people have experienced many elections and are familiar with the process. The campaign committee is not the focus of today, and there was no obstruction throughout the whole process. In a solemn and strange atmosphere, Renn successfully selected a group of imperial parliamentarians to set up a committee.

Suddenly, a hand was raised.

Everyone looked at the past, and saw a legendary wizard standing up and saying: "Consul, my colleagues, I propose a proposal to the parliament: Formal legislation, Holy Soul wizards are not allowed to serve as consuls!" Yes, please visit the mobile phone Please visit: