Warhammer Wizard

Ren stood outside the projection array, his figure did not enter the projection range, but he could see everything clearly.

After Dean Sabra sat down, one figure appeared one after another.

They sat on the high-backed chairs on both sides of the long table in turn, sitting opposite each other across the table, keeping a distance from the people on both sides. The light and shadow projected by the spell constituted their appearance, and they could not sense the real breath. .

But in this imaginary supreme palace, the atmosphere is solemn, and Ren didn't dare to make mistakes.

He held his breath as he watched the wizards who were seated.

The main seat at the end of the long table was still empty, and the first one on its left was his teacher, Anse Waldos.

At this moment, the teacher with white hair and beard still has a calm face, and there is no clue.

Sitting opposite the teacher was a big bald man with a neat black beard. He looked to be around forty years old. He was wearing a thick velvet-like black magic robe. Eyes, reminiscent of an eagle, seem to be able to see into any reality.

Ren had seen his portrait and recognized it at a glance.

Master Tim Kenan, the owner of Flannes Floating City.

One of the three giants of the empire also has his own fief. It is the city of Lumpis where Flannes is located, so he has an official title of "Duke of Grey Eagle", but people are used to calling him Master Kenan.

To the right of Master Kenan is a male.

The first impression he gave was that there were twelve gems floating on the top of his head, of different colors, only half the size of a fist, emitting colorful rays of light.

His appearance is a little weird, his skin is not like ordinary people, it reflects a metallic luster, his facial features seem to be carved, and he cannot tell his age. people's anger.

But Ren didn't dare to underestimate it at all. This robot-like wizard is the greatest alchemist in the empire, the great sage of Congerard of the Alchemy Association!

Opposite the great sage is also an old man with white hair and beard.

At first glance, he was somewhat similar to his teacher, Anse Waldos, with long white hair and beard hanging down, neatly combed and meticulous, wearing a fitted white simple robe, with a kind face and gentle eyes, containing With bottomless wisdom.

When Ren saw him, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Master Oroin!

As a battle wizard, he has long admired Master Oroin, the founder of the battle school. Unfortunately, this master's whereabouts are hidden, and he finally saw him today.

The three to the left of Master Oroin are the Prophet Medif, the Queen of Storms Xingbu and the Duke of Silver Star.

Ren has already seen them.

However, when he saw the Queen of Storms and the Duke of Silver Star sitting next to each other, he suddenly realized something. The temperament of the two female holy soul wizards is too similar, and their appearances are also five-point similar, except that one has long silver hair and the other has curly black hair, so I didn't think of it for a while.

The first time the two appeared, they greeted each other, and it was obvious that they had a close relationship.

They are sisters!

Ren suddenly realized that when he met the Storm Queen in the mountain city of Jubilee, he always felt that she was a little familiar.

The Duke of Silver Star turned his head three thousand and played the man with applause.

The Queen of Storms is not too conceited, she is romantic and has countless ministers under her skirts.

The Duke of Silver Star is the elector of the Goddess of Magic, and the Queen of Storms is also the goddess of the goddess. They have been promoted to the Holy Spirit for decades. There are too many similarities between them, and their backgrounds are mysterious. So far, no one knows their origins.

There must be some arrangement from the goddess.

Ren thought of another woman, Ms. Lyra, the wife of the Lord of Hasstaff!

It is said that Ms. Laila and Hastaff had many lovers before they got married. Later, because of her beauty, she even attracted the covetousness of a lich. The lich did not hesitate to control her with a piece of legendary equipment. He was rescued by the city lord, and was deeply moved to commit himself to him.

Ms. Lyra is also the goddess of the goddess of magic. She has long silver hair and looks similar to the two female holy spirits.

Unsurprisingly, Lady Lyra is also the sister of the Storm Queen and the Duke of Silverstar.

I just don't know why she hasn't been promoted to Holy Soul yet?

Ren's gaze returned to the right row. Sitting on the right hand of the great sage Congerard was an old man with white hair and gray beard, with a weather-beaten face, shrewd eyes, and sloppy clothes. It was a magic robe, with a pipe still in his mouth, he was smoking, and plumes of white smoke rose.

This old wizard is out of tune with the surrounding holy soul wizards.

If you meet on the street, no one will regard this bad old man as a wizard, let alone a great Holy Spirit wizard.

However, Ren was very clear about his identity.

This lousy old man is one of the earliest members of the Supreme Council, the only holy soul among the thousands of wizards, and Master Wantusri Huohuai, who has been in seclusion for many years.

This Holy Soul Wizard was once a man of the year, but his active period has been too long since now, and he did not seek fame, nor did he record it. Now few people know about his deeds.

Ren heard the teacher talk about it.

Master Huo Huai's strength is unfathomable, probably no less than the Big Three, but he doesn't ask about world affairs, and he doesn't know where he lives in seclusion. He hasn't seen him make a move for hundreds of years.

Sitting on the right hand of Master Huo Huai is the third woman in the Supreme Council.

Magna Ellen, Duke of Purple Flame!

She is the same as Master Huo Huai's, who doesn't ask questions for a long time. The difference is that Master Huo Huai lives in seclusion in an unknown valley, while she lives alone in the floating city of Tiris.

As we all know, the floating city of Tiris hidden in the sky above Isrek City is the palace of Duke Ziyan alone, and few outsiders enter.

Duke Ziyan wore a plain white and lavender magic robe. Even in the Supreme Council, she did not reveal her true face. Her face was hidden under the hood of the robe, with only a few strands of golden hair sticking out from her neck. In the high-back chair, motionless, like a sculpture.

Ren was keenly aware that when Duke Ziyan sat down, the prophet Mediver, who was opposite her to the left, cast a concerned look.

Those eyes were full of respect, love and admiration. It was definitely not a relationship between men and women, and it was closer than teachers and students, as if they were the closest people in the world.

They are family!

Duke Ziyan is also one of the founding members of the Supreme Council. He was a powerful wizard more than a thousand years ago, and Prophet Medif was promoted to Holy Soul more than five hundred years ago. Obviously, there is a huge age gap between the two.

Ren recalled the information of the two and immediately guessed some truth.

Is the Prophet Medeve the son of the Duke of Purple Flame?

Even if they are not mother-son relationship, they must be very close in blood, no more than three generations, and they have lived together for a long time!

This is a great secret.

Ren couldn't help thinking to himself, did other Holy Soul wizards know about this?

He didn't look at Duke Ziyan again, his eyes turned to Duke Ziyan's right hand, another "old acquaintance" he had seen before, Tuzre, Duke of Black Robes. His image in the Supreme Council is exactly the same as the simulacrum avatar he saw in the dead forest sea. He looks ordinary, has pale skin, has a pair of strange golden pupils, and wears a black robe that seems to never be changed.

To the right of the Duke of Black Robe is Dean Sabra, who has just been promoted to Holy Soul.

He is the last member of this side. There are exactly six wizards on both sides of the long table, and directly opposite Dean Sabra, sitting on the left of Duke Silver Star is a very young wizard.

His appearance is less than thirty years old, which is in sharp contrast with many old men in the Supreme Council. He is handsome, dignified, calm and atmospheric, wearing a dark red magic robe, and flashes in the depths of his eyes from time to time. A trace of sharpness, unpredictable.

Kelston Carlser, Duke of Redstone!

Ren also had a relationship with the other party, and looked at this "human first genius" with some curiosity, the holder of the record of the youngest holy soul wizard.

The Duke of Redstone sat at the end, and was the closest in Renn's field of vision.

He just took two more glances, and the Duke of Red Rock seemed to have noticed something. He frowned, glanced over, and quickly turned his head away.

Fortunately, this is just a projection. The real body of the Duke of Redstone is thousands of miles away, and it is impossible to really see Ren.

Not all meetings of the Supreme Council are completely secret.

Sometimes it is also made public, allowing some people with sufficient qualifications to attend, and even assigning students to participate on their behalf. If necessary, others will stand outside the projection array to watch, just like Ren is now.

Of course, if the meeting is held in the Supreme Palace, then no outsiders are allowed to participate.

Under normal circumstances, the consul, as the representative of the Supreme Council to govern the empire, will attend the meeting and record the content of the meeting with his staff.

Ren knew that there must be others watching the projection at this moment.

Therefore, even if the Duke of Redstone noticed that someone was watching him, he would not pursue it. This was a common situation in the past.

Ren took a deep breath.

A total of twelve holy soul wizards!

Every wizard present here is a great figure well-known to hundreds of millions of people in the empire, with a great reputation. Even if you look at the entire Alanus, it is difficult to find a more powerful force than this. Especially in the main material world, the Supreme Council is the most terrifying organization. The other two of the three major empires, the Ramon Empire and the Salev Empire, are slightly weaker in terms of momentum and national strength.

The resolutions formed by the Supreme Council have a decisive influence on Alanus.

And anyone who is eligible to attend the Supreme Council, even if he does not appear in the projection, but only watches from the outside, also represents the highest decision-making level of the empire.

However, the most crucial person in the Supreme Council did not appear.

The high-back chair at the head of the long table was empty.

There was silence in the projection.

Every Holy Soul Wizard kept silent. At the beginning, they thought that Master Ogulevi was just late, but after waiting for half a minute, there was still no movement.

Even the Duke of Purple Flame and the Duke of Black Robe turned their heads.

Everyone looked at the chair, their eyes were solemn, doubtful, or indifferent, and their reactions were varied.

Unless there is a force majeure factor, the convocation of the Supreme Council cannot be absent.

If you cannot attend, you must send a representative to attend.

Otherwise, it will be regarded as giving up his power in the Supreme Council. There is no valid reason, and he or she will be absent for more than three times without any reason, and no matter who it is, he will directly deprive him of his power and lose his qualifications as a member of the Supreme Council.

This is the rule set by Master Ogurevi himself.

From the day the Supreme Council was established, Master Ogulevi has never been absent, even for major magical research. For the Holy Soul Wizard, it is easy to send a clone to attend or have students replace it.

Ren was also surprised.

He and the teacher had expected a lot of situations, but they never thought that Master Ogulevi was absent from the projection meeting.

The projection conference talks over the air, the real body is thousands of miles away, and it is too easy to hide one's physical state. Even the Holy Soul Wizard cannot see through disguise or polymorphism through projection.

In the past few hundred years, Master Ogulevi didn't show any clues.

"Did he notice?"

Ren suddenly had a bad feeling.

Could it be that his provocation to Nether was too fierce and unscrupulous, and Master Ogulevi found some clues and knew that this meeting might be aimed at him, so he was directly absent?

But the absence of a person is meaningless.

In name, the Supreme Council has equal status for all Holy Soul Wizards. Whether they are the founder or the Big Three, they have no substantial additional power, and everyone has only one vote.

As long as more than half of the Supreme Council agrees, the resolution can be passed.

Ren was in shock. Master Ogulevi must be very aware of this. Perhaps his absence was not to prevent Dean Sabra's application, but for another reason.

The teacher's plan is not to attack at the meeting, but to catch Master Ogulevi.

But before the hook was hit, the fish ran away!

While thinking about ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Anse Waldos, who was sitting first on the left, said: "Everyone, Master Ogulevi has been late for more than five minutes, and has been absent for no reason. Let's start. "

The expressions of the other Holy Soul Wizards changed slightly.

A few of them noticed something and took a deep look at Anse Verdas, but they didn't object. This is the rule of the Supreme Council.

"The truth is forever!"

The twelve holy spirit wizards sang the goddess of magic in unison, representing the beginning of the meeting.

"The first is the vote of the new members." Anse Waldos took over the meeting process very strongly, "The Empire has not had a Holy Soul Wizard for 98 years, and the members of the Supreme Council have increased to thirteen, making our strength To grow, this is not only the blessing of the goddess, but also the efforts of Dean Sabra."

"I propose here that Sabra Percival officially enters the Supreme Council!"

"If you object, please raise your hand."

The voice of Anseworth Daws fell, and the Holy Soul Wizards turned to look at the back of the long table. Rao Sarab has lived for hundreds of years, and he knew that this was just a process, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

After waiting for half a minute, no one raised their hand.

This was the hardest half-minute of Sabra's life.

Anse Waldos announced loudly, "Welcome Dean Sabra to join us!"

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