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Inside the secret room.

A deserted floor suddenly bulged a strange human figure.

Then, as the mask's faint yellowish fog disappeared silently, a stranger who was older than Domnar, whose face was wrinkled and almost invisible, appeared.

He leaned over his body and glared at a yellow wand that was taller than himself. His hair was unkempt, his eyes were white and he couldn't see half a silk. And his body is covered with an old robes that have not been cleaned for countless years. The wrinkles and greasy on the top have covered the original color of the robes, which makes it impossible to see the texture at a glance.

At first glance, this is simply a poor wandering wizard who can't fall behind again. He can't be in the elegant hall, and should not appear in this tower of high hopes that represents the highest achievement of the Wizarding Association.

It is a pity that he not only appeared here, but also accepted the initiative of the Vice President of Domnal, who did not change his color.

"Mastan, you are already the highest predictor of our association. How can you not even see the future of this Grim?"

"Domnal, I have already said that someone has taken the initiative to cover the fate of this young man..."

"That's not that you can't see it?" Domnar couldn't help but frown. "Mastan, the association has not been treating you for years. Every year, the funds allocated to these prophets are the highest in each branch, and they also The top floor of the tower is also given to you. Are you ready to send me in such a sentence?"

"I can feel that there is a strong destiny in the north that is rising. And she is always paying attention to this young fire witch. We predict that if you intervene, I am afraid... will provoke an invisible fate. war!"

"War?" Domnar sneered: "When did we start, our wizards are also afraid of war! We have been raising you for so long, isn't it hope that the key moments will come in handy? Why, you want to refuse My order?"

"Domnar, we have been very happy with each other for hundreds of years. What's wrong with you today?" That Mars raised his head, and the milky white gaze was staring at the 'old friend' for a moment. He said: "What is there in this young man, is it worth your effort?"

"Danger... I felt dangerous in him!" Domnar said with a sigh: "It's just a source of danger that I haven't been able to find, so I want to use your strength to find out why!"

"Understood, then I... do my best! I will go back. With the power of the tower, maybe I can see more things..."

After all, Marshall’s wand, the whole body disappeared in a rising yellow smog.

After the disappearance of Marshall's breath, Domnar couldn't help but whisper again: "Central...where the entire sorcerer's mainland has the richest resources and the most densely populated areas. Our wizarding association can't get it, nor will it Allow other forces to intervene, and will not allow it to grow up... Hey, Grem, it’s best that you don’t have the ambition to integrate the middle, otherwise...”

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

Look at the tower.

Seventy-seventh floor.

Looking down from here, the layers are stacked, and the soft, white-like clouds float on the half-waist of the tower, obscuring most of the visual space. Only occasionally through the layers of the white clouds gap to see the deep and fresh colors of the earth.

Within the hall of the Great Witchcraft, with a burst of yellow smoke, the small figure of Marstina appeared.

As soon as he appeared, he walked straight toward the back of the temple with a wooden pole.

The hollow muffling caused by the wooden stick hitting the floor lingers in this empty witchcraft hall for a long time.

As the only 4th-order prophet in the association, Marshall has the status of endless ‘sublimity’. Although every 4th-level wizard can occupy a single floor, but he can only occupy the top of the tower like Mars.

This... is both a glory and a burden!

Whenever the association moves to a critical moment, the chief prophet like him becomes a guiding light that opens the fog and gives all wizards a way forward.

However, only Master, who has practiced the technique of destiny, understands that he wants to help the Wizards Association such a huge ship to modify the navigation channel, always driving in the wind and the beautiful sea, which requires a powerful force to do. To.

In the thousands of years of vicissitudes of Domnal, the Wizards Association has been smooth and peaceful, but has experienced several terrible disasters. It was the prophet of the chief prophet, coupled with the enormous power of the association's wizards, that pulled the wizarding association out of one scary vortex.

The position of the chief prophet is not so good!

At least, before Mars, as far as he knew, there were three chief prophets who died under the terrible fate.

The position of chief predictor is not fixed.

Who can become the only 4th-level prophet of the association, can sit firmly in this position, give orders and enjoy the best resources. But these resources are not so enjoyable, and often they need to take their lives to pay back!

At each moment, there can only be one fourth-order prophet inside the association. Only when the prophet is degraded in destiny, the association will select one of the best performers and the strongest ones from the many 3rd-order prophets, and re-train them into 4th order.

Before the death of this new prophet, the rest of the prophet was always a reserve, but also an insurance!

Therefore, there is no family relationship between the prophets within the association, but the competition relationship between the red fruit and the fruit. The following are those who can't wait to climb up, but those who already occupy the high position are trembled, lest one day become a stepping stone and a victim of the association's reversal of fate.

He may be able to master the fate of thousands of wizards, but he can't master his own destiny.

In this respect, Mars is actually quite envious of the colleague who can make a name in the north!

Perhaps, that is what the fate messenger should look like.

And he is nothing but a poor slave before his fate!

The entire 707th floor of the tower is only one of Mars, this is his rules, and his only remaining pride.

At least until he dies, he will never allow any outsider to set foot on his ‘land.’

As the chief prophet of the association, Marstein naturally has the highest authority to look at the tower, and his control over Taling Lafatus is second only to that of Domnar.

This also allows him to arbitrarily mobilize the energy reserve of the tower, maximizing the power of destiny consumed in the fate ritual with witchcraft energy.

Looking at the tower... Looking at the tower...

This tower has such a name because it is the tallest witch temple in the entire wizarding world. Standing on the top of this tower, as long as the vision is good enough, you can even look at the strange dark blue at the end of the sky.

That is the color of the endless sea!

Through an empty and lonely corridor, Marstein came to a spiral metal escalator and circled along the escalator, eventually boarding the astrological platform.

The arrangement of the astrological platform is very simple, a small space placed under the spire of the tower.

Above the astrological platform is the spire of the tower overlooking the tower. A ten-meter-long metal spike stands tall and screams with scary witchcraft energy. The four walls of the astrological platform are hollowed out, and the cold wind from the high air rushes from all directions. When the pattern on the metal wall is penetrated, a ghost like a ghost is crying.

In the center of the narrow space is a round stone pillar with a height of more than one meter. The top of the stone pillar is inlaid with a strange crystal of the size of a human head.

At this moment, the thick clouds in the crystal are rolling, and the dense fog is confusing, which is completely chaotic and confused.

Marstein walked into the narrow space along the escalator.

As soon as he set foot here, he tightened his robes, but he still couldn't cover the cold wind from the robe of all corners, and wrapped up the only remaining warmth on his body.

Here is the place of destiny, rejecting any power other than the power of destiny.

Therefore, Marstein did not give himself any witchcraft for heating or protection. The robes on his body are also the most common fabrics, without any special witch effect.

If it is not the physical condition of the 4th-level wizard, I am afraid that with his weak body, there will be danger of being frozen for a while.

The 11-point physique is undoubtedly too low for the other 4th-level wizards. For Mars, it is enough.

For professional reasons, their vitality is always in a state of serious loss. Even if they raise their bodies better and their physical fitness rises higher, a large fate ceremony will be held, and vitality will be absorbed.

If you want to peep into your destiny, you have to pay the price!

The association's prophet can have the same fate affinity as the fate witch. They want to peep into the fate and need to sacrifice their lives. The most serious loss is the upper limit of physical fitness!

The moment when the upper limit of Mars's constitution is cleared, it is the moment when he is completely degraded.

Before that, his physical limit was 11 points, enough for him to do a lot of things.

Marshall trembled to the front of the stone pillar, extending his right hand over the crystal, slowly rubbing.

The huge tower energy spread along the tower, lighting up all the patterns and symbols on the four walls of the astrological platform, and even the stone pillars were bright in one inch and one inch.

In the end, when the witchcraft energy poured into the strange crystal, the spire of the entire tower overlooking the tower has become dazzling and unobtrusive.

The wind is strangely stopped!

The fog and dark clouds in the crystal are also slowly dissipating, revealing a magnificent picture of the world inside...