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Klinglinburg.

At the bottom of a well-guarded secret hall.

A huge light beam with a diameter of 100 meters floats in the center of the hall, and maintains close contact with hundreds of thousands of magical witches in the surrounding area through countless silver-white beautiful bands.

The light band is not a pure energy flow. If someone is fortunate enough to capture a segment and magnify it for a million times, it will be found that the so-called light band is actually a jet of energy formed by the tiny runes of the densely twisted links.

Each tiny spot is a miniature rune light array.

And the light belts are hundreds of thousands, the light spots above are dense, they are entangled with each other, linked to each other, and then sketched into a more complex, more grand rune light array system.

In the light group, a pair of indifferent strange eyes are silently watching the operation of the entire rune light array system. Behind the light group, there is a body of an old wizard who is thin and withered and whose hair is almost lost.

Just as the entire rune light array system was perfectly self-consistent, an unusually bright band of light penetrated countless layers of stone walls, crossed hundreds of thousands of defensive sorcerers, and straight into the thin brain of the sleeping old man in the light group. in.

"Yuri, wake up, you wake me up..."

The sound was unusually large*, and the surrounding light belts began to show some distortion and shock. However, all of this under the watchful eyes of a pair of indifferent eyes, and quickly returned to normal, did not interfere with the run of the rune light array.

Finally, under the pressure of the grand voice, the thin and dry old wizard slowly opened his eyes.

"Damn, which **** is running to disturb my old man's sleep? Don't you know... Hey, Fried, how are you?"

The old wizard just woke up, his mind was still a little sullen, complaining about the broken thoughts, and connected to the stream of spiritual consciousness. His spirit of 'weakness' and the other side touched each other, and then he recognized the unique spiritual fluctuations of the latter, and quickly closed his mouth to reveal a charming smile.

"Yuri, you have promised me that the activated Ke Silin is completely under our control. So what happened to the violation of the previous two days? Why is it suddenly out of control?"

"It turned out to be this!" Yuri is a 3rd-level wizard. It is also a slap in the face, but in front of a 4th-level wizard who rushes to ask for sin, he can only nod his head and hurried. Explain: "This is a small mistake I made when setting the rules of empowerment..."

"What mistakes?" The big voice was dissatisfied.

"When I decided to run the rules for Krislin, the 3rd-level wizards within the association had 2 privileges..."

"Is there any agreement between all the 4th-level wizards in the association? Is there any problem with that kid?"

"The problem is that Krislin perceives the same kind of atmosphere in him, so he is also classified as his own, and it triggers the empowerment mechanism simultaneously!"

"Same? What do you mean... that kid has some kind of activation life?"

"Yes." But the old wizard added a sentence: "Of course, it may be something like activating life!"

The grand voice was silent for a moment, and then he said: "This is a bit of a possibility. According to the information collected by the association, the Grimm is bound by a soul armed, and I heard that he has been trained to become a class with autonomy. The spirit exists. Isn't Kesilin sensing that thing?"

"It's possible, but it's exactly what it is. I am afraid that only by grasping the kid and scrutinizing it can you really be sure. President, you see..."

"Forget it! The kid can't move for a while." After a long time, the grand voice sighed: "The association has recently held a competition, the kid is the protagonist we have carefully prepared, and can't move him casually. So You still keep an eye on Keithlin, but don't let it make a similar defensive loop!"

"Yes, the president is an adult, everything is as you wish!"

"Well, just like this!"

As the grand voice dissipated, the singular and colorful light band disappeared instantly.

"Similar? Hey, would it be a simple thing for Qi Ling? But this adult has heard that the kid can control a huge war scorpion of 100 meters in size, and hides a different kind of magic metal in the outside world. Blame. If you can dig out the secrets of his body, it will be of great benefit to the master of the control of Ke Silin."

When only the old wizard himself was left in the secret hall, he finally couldn't help but start to mutter.

"However, the kid is now the heart of the association, and he is pointing to him as a ghost! I want to move him at this time, I am afraid..."

After thinking for a long time, Yuri, who is a 3rd-level wizard, did not dare to disobey the will of the great 4th-level wizard. He could only gnash his teeth and remember all of this. Then he fell asleep again, and the spiritual consciousness and the huge light group merged into it. One.

............

Klinglinburg.

Inside a fantastic room.

Sanazza handed off the remote contact crystal on the wooden table, and the whole person fell into a long silence.

Just as her heart was raging, the wooden door of the room was ringing.

Opening the door, Sanaza was surprised to find that the two powerful wizards with strange costumes stood outside and smiled at her.

"Galo, Dante, what are you two running?" Sanaza, who was invisible in the purple mist, was a bit sharp.

“Why don’t you welcome us? Even the room doesn’t let us in?” The sculpt of the sorcerer’s sorcerer’s glamorous singer’s singer’s face is too sultry. The dense stitches begin to wriggle together, and the strong visual impact is by no means affordable to ordinary people.

After hesitating, Sanaza finally let the door open and watched the two competitors come in and out.

Closing the door and reopening the shield protection, Sanaza sighed: "Let's say, what are you two looking for?"

The broken face wizard, Garro, looked around at the room, and then turned around. The stalwart figure of up to 2 meters plus the horrible face was full of pressure.

"Sanaza, how much do you know about this competition?"

The singularly imaginary Dante sorcerer also stared at the purple mist outside Sana's body with great interest.

Sanaza did not rush to answer, but stared at Galo coldly, and asked: "How much do you know?"

Garro grinned: "There is not much to know, but it is enough."

Sanaza smiled coldly: "You are the most promising Clara master to advance to the 4th-level wizard, she will not take care of you in advance?"

The smile on Galois' face is more radiant.

"The adults really took care of me, but..."

"Isn't the care of the adults of Clara not what you want?"

"Humph……"

Sanaza turned to look at Dante, and the other party hurriedly waved: "I don't have to look at me, I was seriously warned."

Sanaza nodded and said with a sigh: "It seems that some of the news we got are the same. The winner of this competition must be the Grimm!"

"Yeah!" Dante's sorcerer's face showed a bitter smile: "I was also warned, and you can do both with you, but you must lose if you meet that limem!"

"The care I received was very similar to yours!" The Galo also looked angry and angry.

"That kid has just offended Dicklan, the association can't turn to support him. So, I doubt the association is interested in wanting Greem to become the 4th-level wizard of the association as soon as possible! Is there any inside information for both of you to disclose? "Sanaza stares at the two 'companions'.

Dante shrugged and made a look that he didn't know.

Only Galo bowed his head and said nothing.

After a long time, he raised his head and whispered with the horrible face that was stitched up later. "The association currently has an annoyance. The big wizards outside the field demand that all major forces must choose to send one." 4th order to perform a task, I heard that it is very dangerous."

"The meaning is obvious. This competition is a trap. The association wants to send out not the source, but the identity of the association. We have reached the 3rd-order peak, no matter who gets the source, There is a maximum probability of advancing to the 4th order, and it is possible to comprehend some of the rule powers in advance..." Speaking of this, even with the calmness and calmness of Sanaza, I can't help but feel anxious and urgent.

"Maybe we can also fight for it... After all, the tasks of the extraterrestrials are dangerous, but they don't necessarily die! And..." The voice of Dante's wizard suddenly fell: "On the potential of talent, you two Everyone is much better than me, and the hope of advancing to the 4th order is bigger than me..."

"What is the potential of talent?" The broken face is calmly said: "Which crossover level is not a life and death! The current 4th order of the association is all the most powerful 3rd order at that time. Hey, all efforts made by individuals always have an upper limit. What really determines our destiny is still that **** luck!"

Having said that, the three wizards present at the scene could not help but be a bit confused.

Even if they stepped out of the house, any of the three of them were the arrogant eyes of the outsiders. However, they know their own family affairs, and the illusory glory of the past has no help for the promotion of the 4th order. No one of them has more than half the probability.

This means that the promotion is a gamble!

If the gambling wins, it will naturally take it to the next level and become the top wizard in the wizarding world. But if the gambling loses... too many losers will retire, and since then, there have been countless things that have become marginal figures.

Looking through the history of Tallinn in the past, so many days of pride, where is the sky now? After all, you can only remember these fourteen successful people!

This may be the deep darkness hidden behind the brilliant glory of the wizarding group...

"No matter how you think about it, anyway... I have to fight for the source!" The broken face glared and smiled. After throwing this sentence, he turned and left.

Dante’s sigh sighed again, and he could only leave with a heartfelt resignation.

When there was only one person in the house, she was also in a long silence...