The naked Raistlin looked exactly the same as before.

But this death was not entirely without cost. He immediately found that his strength had regressed. The water level of the "Lake of Stars" in the soul drops, and each strand of lake water represents mana. The deeper and bigger the lake, the stronger the mana.

After closing his eyes for a few seconds, Raistlin snorted in his nostrils, expressing his dissatisfaction.

His mage level has dropped to eighteenth level.

This price is not small, but it is not so heartbreaking. When the teleportation array in the pyramid is completely built, go out to the setting sun desert outside to hunt demon souls, and you will soon be able to return to the legendary peak, but if you die once for no reason, everyone will Not happy.

And if you delay like this, the time to go to the New World will be delayed.

The legendary high-level can master 8th-level spells. He has been building an interplanetary teleportation array in the pyramid. There is not enough time. Until now, he has not even built a model of an 8th-level spell.

If you don't want to die again, you must be fully prepared and leave later.

Raistlin picked up the Nebula Ring from the sky and put it on the index finger of his left hand. He took out a black magic robe and put it on, while the other held the Arcane Torrent Staff.

While putting on his clothes, he said, "Leave this to me, you should go back."

Ren nodded.

The incarnation is himself, and there is no outsider present, so there is no need to be polite.

He glanced at Thor's Hammer. He would see the Holy Soul Wizard frequently in the next few days, so he decided to keep it temporarily.

Immediately, he turned around and stepped into the teleportation array, returned to Glamorgan in a blink of an eye, spent a few hours dealing with the affairs of the territory, and then went to Kingsland to have dinner with Emilys and his mother, teased for a while, and teleported back overnight. Browards College.

There is no rumor about the big event that happened during the day today.

Only a few teachers in the academy knew that the dean had been missing in the projection room for a period of time. Fortunately, the dean quickly returned safely without causing much disturbance.

Silent all night.

The next day, the knockout round continued, and the game became more and more exciting. However, rumors began to spread. Yesterday, there was turmoil in the Supreme Council!

No one knows where the rumors come from.

I don't know what exactly happened. All the floating cities and academies with the background of holy soul wizards have more or less heard some rumors.

Those who are relatively close to the Holy Soul Wizard, the legendary wizards aloof, when someone inquired about them, they all kept a secret expression on their faces, but they did not deny that it was a rumor.

Newspapers across the Empire also ran some snarky stuff.

Some people have collected and found that most of the rumors and news in the newspapers point to the floating city of Nether, or, in other words, to the leader of Nether, who has guarded the empire for more than 2,000 years, the founder of the Supreme Council, the strongest in history Sorcerer - the great Master Ogurevi!

Master Ogrevi is missing!

The whole country was shocked.

Countless people were stunned by this news, whether in prosperous cities or remote towns and villages, people gathered in groups of three or five, arguing whether the news was true or not, and if it was true, what would be the consequences for the empire. What impact will it have.

Within half a day, the human kingdoms outside the empire also heard about it.

Even, the news reached the elves of the Demeter continent, causing a lot of discussion.

Within the empire, the capital of Northrael is even more turbulent. People in the streets and alleys look up to the floating city of Nether in the sky from time to time, but this magnificent city hovering overhead is as quiet and quiet as ever. It was over, and the wizards who came in and out seemed to disappear.

The elders of Nether also did not show up.

Some high-ranking nobles and imperial congressmen asked to see the consul, and wanted to know the news, but the reply they got from the consul was the same: don't listen to the rumors, go back and wait for the official announcement.

This is almost waiting for default.

As soon as the reply came out, the entire imperial capital seemed to have exploded, and magical messages flew to all corners of the world, setting off a terrifying wave in the hearts of countless people.

In the afternoon, Bluewarts was still playing.

There was a lot of shouting in the Phoenix Arena. Several groups of opponents were fighting on the field. Ren was also present to watch Polaris on the field.

As a gifted student, he has shown amazing strength, and he has never been defeated.

Many viewers also got to know her. They were surprised by her powerful strength, and she was likely to win the championship in the high-level group. They also admired her peerless beauty. In just a few days, they captured the hearts of most male viewers, and they kept going for her. She cheered.

At this moment, Polaris' opponent is a ninth-level elementalist from New Oram College in Shenzhen Hong Kong City.

The strength of this wizard is very strong, specializing in the two elements of wind and fire, the explosion of the fire element and the control and restraint of the wind element, perfectly integrated, it is rare to have an opponent below the legend, but unfortunately he met Palaris , a ninth-level arcanist with perfect soul transformation.

Polaris is not a typical Mordu wizard, but more like a Netherite, somewhat similar to Netherite's Elder Innorra.

She is proficient in displacement and field control, and she has multi-layered protection spells on her body, and she also hides her figure.

Then he mainly attacked his opponent with the "Yofo Ma Micro-Meteor".

The wizard couldn't see through her invisibility and couldn't find the target. From the very beginning of the battle, he was extremely passive. The small meteors continued to bombard his shield, and a few disturbing arcane spells fell from time to time. He was very embarrassed. To prevent his own shield from being cracked, he fell into a predicament in a hurry.

The meteors are flying horizontally, the spells are flying horizontally, and the duel scenes are quite exciting.

The scale of victory tilted toward Polaris.

Ren couldn't help but applaud.

Polaris casts spells very fast, and below the legendary, few wizards can keep up with her spellcasting. There are endless arcane spells, both killing, protecting, trapping enemies and destroying demons. He has fought magical duels with people in Wezeland all the year round, and has accumulated rich combat experience. His spellcasting skills are also quite superb, coupled with a cautious and steady personality. , leaving her with little weakness.

Ren couldn't help thinking that if he played against Polaris when he was not promoted to Legend, he would definitely win, but it would not be easy.

At least it takes some effort!

It can make him feel a little tricky, which shows how strong Paulares is.

The audience in the arena watched with excitement. Even though most of them couldn't see where Polaris was, it didn't prevent them from waving their flags and shouting.

The deafening cry affected the mind of the elementalists on the field.

The outcome is about to be decided.

"Ren, you are a really powerful student. You are strong and popular. You are better than the other contestants." Speaker Ronnie, who was sitting next to him, retracted his gaze, knowing that there was no suspense in this duel anymore, his face was full of expressions. is envy.

He also accepted a few students, but none of them could compare to Polaris, and only one was barely able to survive in the knockout rounds.

"hey-hey……"

Ren has a great sense of accomplishment, which is better than hitting the opponent himself.

He smiled proudly: "I have seven students as good as her!"

Ronnie's gaze swept behind Ren, the high elf Dalama, and the half-elf Anvera, were not much worse than Polaris on the field. There is also the half-orc Garu, although he is only a sixth-level wizard, but he is the contestant with the highest voice in the middle-level group, and he also has a promising future.

He also heard about the few students who didn't come. They were all young wizards with great potential.

It has to be said that Renn's eyesight in selecting students is too sharp.

When recruiting students a few years ago, Wezeland's most talented and potential new wizard was wiped out by Ren, and the rest were more than one step behind.

Of course, talent alone is not enough, Ren must have devoted a lot of resources and energy to his students.

Ronnie sincerely admired it, and was about to ask Renn for his experience in cultivating students. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the auditorium in the arena. The enthusiastic shouting decreased and became sparse. Magical duels lost interest.

The wizards in the stands of the ten towers also whispered and talked a lot.

"What's wrong?"

Just as Ronnie asked the question, a Wezeland wizard teleported to the stand with a look of shock on his face, and hurriedly handed over a few newspapers.

This is the just-published "Aureense Times", which is one of the newspapers with the largest circulation in the Empire, and its authority is second only to the "Empire Daily" representing the official mouthpiece.

The writing on the paper was not completely dry, and the fragrance of ink was emitted.

The newspaper with only two pages was very light and didn't contain much content. It was obviously printed on a temporary basis, but the bold headline on it made Ronnie feel that the newspaper in his hand weighed more than 1,000 kilograms, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. stand up.

"Master Ogrevi is missing!"

This line of deliberately bold black fonts, and the explosive meaning it represents, made the wizards in the stands lost their minds.

Ronnie took a deep breath and quickly browsed the content.

The news with only a few hundred words has only one main theme. According to multiple reliable sources, Master Ogulevi disappeared not long ago, and His Excellency the Archon did not deny it.

The Oriente Times has a good reputation and is by no means an unscrupulous tabloid. They dare to print and publish it, and they must have confirmed the accuracy of the news. In the arena, most of the high-ranking spectators saw the newspaper and immediately got up and left.

At this moment, no one cares about the magical duel on the field.

"The goddess is above!"

"I don't believe it! Master Ogulevi is the strongest wizard in history, how could he disappear?"

"The Oriente Times has been published, how can it be fake? Unless they abandon their reputation for hundreds of years and don't want to hang around in the empire."

"yes……"

"Hey, you say, where did Master Ogrevi go?" Someone couldn't help but guess: "The strongest wizard in history, it is impossible to leave for no reason, will something happen? Or is he dead, or even Killed by a terrifying enemy..."

"Shut up!" The other person interrupted with a look of horror: "Are you going to die?"

"Whether it is really missing, Oriense Times is just guessing. Although there is more than 90% certainty, it may be wrong! Let's not guess, let's wait for the announcement of the Supreme Council and the Consul."

The sound of discussion came from all over the auditorium of the arena.

The wizards on the tower also looked at each other.

For ordinary people, they can't get in touch with Master Ogulevi, they are too far away, no matter how big the news is, it's just an extra talk after dinner. However, for wizards, as a member of the ruling class of the empire, they are hit harder, which is closely related to themselves.

Master Ogrevi is a beacon on the magical path, guiding countless wizards forward.

Now, the lighthouse is out.

More specifically, the empire lost its strongest guardian, the Supreme Council lost its founder, the Nether Floating City lost its leader, and the idea of ​​Nether lost its great symbol.

The pattern of the empire will definitely be affected, and it may be necessary to reshuffle the cards and distribute power.

Some people see the crisis, and some people see the opportunity.

Ronnie looked at the towers around the arena. Most of the wizards from the various floating cities and academies were in shock, and a few looked thoughtful. Ren, who was beside him, was also a little unusual. He was much calmer than everyone else. When he thought about the secret plan of the Great Speaker and Ren, it was obviously related to this.

He shook the newspaper and asked in a low voice, "Ren, is this true?"

"Yes."

Ren nodded.

He looked around the Wezeland wizards, and everyone was full of shock and curiosity, so he added: "In a few days, at the canonization ceremony of Dean Sabra, it will be officially announced by His Excellency the consul. This news."

"Hiss..." The wizards were in an uproar.

However, there are also a few wizards whose minds turn fast. There is no Holy Soul wizard in Nether Floating City, and their faction will lose power.

Thinking of this, some people are secretly happy, but they dare not show it.

In Ronnie's eyes, it suddenly dawned on him that the plan of the Chancellor and Ren was really related to Master Ogulevi. They must have known something long ago, and it would never be as simple as disappearing.

Although he was very curious, seeing that Ren was unwilling to elaborate, he did not ask any further questions.

Ronnie has always been able to distinguish between priorities. If there is something that he should know, even if he doesn't ask, the Speaker and Ren will tell him; if he can't ask, he won't get an answer.

The audience is getting smaller.

The magic duel on the field was decided, and Polaris won.

When she was released from invisibility, she was about to accept the cheers of the audience, but found that the audience had already left most of the time, and her face was full of astonishment.

In the next few days, the knockout rounds continued as usual~lightnovelpub.net~ but there were not many audiences, and there were very few times when the seats were full. Even if they came, they would discuss with the people around him about the disappearance of Master Oglevel and occasionally applaud A few times, one by one was absent-minded.

Until the last day of the championship game, the situation did not improve much.

Only the battle in which Anvera unexpectedly defeated Polaris and won the championship of the high-level group attracted the attention of the audience a little. Garou won the intermediate group championship and no one talked about it, and no one knew who the junior group champion was.

This may be the most memorable wizarding exchange game in history, but the game is just a footnote, like a background board, and not many people really pay attention to it.

Instead, people have an idea that the game is finally over.

The award ceremony is also the canonization ceremony of Dean Sabra. The Holy Spirit wizards of the Supreme Council will gather at Bluwarts College, and tens of thousands of spectators will watch the ceremony in the Phoenix Arena.

Three days later, the date for the ceremony arrived.

A few hours before the ceremony, Ren was waiting for the opening ceremony in the garden villa room of the academy. A flame passage opened in front of him, and the figure of Anse Waldos came out.

"Teacher." Ren stood up and shouted.

Anse Verdas nodded slightly, took out a soul stone in his hand and handed it over, and said, "Take a look, is this demon soul suitable for you?"

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