When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

The power of magic lingered at his fingertips, and Leopold felt his whole body trembling slightly with excitement, and the powerful magic power gathered around him again.After meeting the black-robed mage from another world, he once doubted his prophecy, and realized that the laws of the world are not the only thing that frightens and fascinates people. After all, the application is only a side branch. What he specializes in and loves with his life is the prophecy magic, which can only be prophecy magic.

Now, the enchanted ring containing the warning spell awakened him again.In the face of the unknown and the danger directed at oneself, what spell is better than the divination system?

With the sound of singing, a red light surrounded the whole body of the gray-robed mage. In his out-of-focus eyes, the scene flashed rapidly. The prophecy system could not show the whole picture of the incident, but the correctness of these fragmentary information was beyond doubt.Facing the scene in front of him, Leopold opened his eyes wide and let out an exclamation sound.

"I didn't expect that", "No, it's impossible", "Ouch, this is not good" intermittent words made him look like a madman possessed, if it wasn't for the spell requirement, he might have started dancing.

After about half an hour, the red light finally dissipated, and the gray robe, which had exhausted all its strength, lay down on the ground with a thud.

"This is very interesting... It seems that I have to go back and have a look. I want to say hello to the black robe..." The muttering became smaller and smaller, and after a while, the old man who had exhausted his mental strength closed his eyes , snoring.

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In the southeast of the mainland, there is a legendary Great Mage Tower on the vast Mattimon Plain.Everyone knows its existence and understands its power, but few people have actually seen it.Just like a city of ghosts, only those with permission can see its true face, and only true mages can step into this magical realm.

It is the residence of the Oren Continental Mages Guild: the Tower of the Grand Mages of Saran.Established at the beginning of the mage era, it was jointly built by the three greatest mages at that time. It combines the most powerful protection and illusion magic in the world. It is a top creation in the magic world that is more gorgeous than the legendary elven kingdom. .After the establishment of the Mage Guild, each elected leader will sit here. Ten archmages of different robes form a council, where rules are formulated, talents are selected, and tens of thousands of mages are supervised.This is the heart of magic in Oren Continent, and it is also the hub that keeps the world order from chaos.The great war waged by mages thousands of years ago is a common nightmare for almost all species. Only the existence of the mage guild can offset their fear and maintain enough trust in the magical power of magic.

However, in this almost the safest and most mysterious place in the world, an unexpected guest appeared.

A young waiter in a dark blue robe rushed into the study in a panic and reported to the old man sitting behind the desk, "Your Excellency, the half-elf is here."

The word "that" was obviously accented, and the old man frowned, but before he could answer, a frivolous voice sounded behind the waiter.

"I thought someone had told you I was coming, old friend." Following the words, a man walked in.He is very tall, and the gorgeous light green robe that wraps his body is covered with silver threads flowing like water waves. Gemstones and fine gold are dotted between his fingers and hair, giving his handsome face a condescending arrogance. His long, loose hair covered his pointed ears, and no one would have been able to spot his elven blood without looking carefully.But the decorations on his clothes and appearance still couldn't cover up the laziness exuding from his whole body, he walked straight into the room, and before the owner of the room could speak, he leaned back and sat in the large chair.

The old man looked at him for a while, and finally waved his hand, making the anxious waiter back away.

"Why did you come to Saran?" The old man leaned lightly on the back of the chair and looked directly at the man in front of him.

The half-elf who still looked very young turned the wide ring on his hand nonchalantly, showing a slight smile, "Of course it is for your great affairs, my respected Lord Casper."

"The Holy See has always been in touch with me, not you." Ignoring his pretentious mystery, the old man replied dully.As the leader of the white-robed mages and the current president of the mages' guild, Archmage Kasper hated this court-style communication very much.

"Oh." The half-elf sat up slightly, resting his chin with one hand, and said unhurriedly, "I thought you were interested in the recent predictions that Dafa frequently failed."

"What do you know?"

"Not too much, but it has something to do with the artifact that the elves chased and lost."

The old man raised his eyebrows, "Continue."

"The failure of all prophecy spells began with the appearance of that artifact. The elves reported that this was another evil conspiracy of the Spider Goddess, but the information I collected was not the case." The half-elf smiled, as if I thought of something very interesting, "Although the origin of the female black-robed mage carrying the artifact could not be found, the dark elf did not come from the Underdark Realm. He was a defected drow who haunted Sanjiang City. Moon Valley just accepted a task from a thieves' union to steal 30 Silver Star Grass. I think you are very familiar with the person who issued this task."

Silver Star Grass, Sanjiang City, prophecy spells... It didn't take a few seconds for Casper to think of a possibility, and he couldn't help frowning deeply, "You mean that gray robe?"

"That's right, it's the gray robe."

All the senior members of the mage guild knew who the prophecy Dafa was hiding in Sanjiang City, and there was simply no one more difficult to deal with than him.

"Leopold was actually dragged into this..." Even Casper felt a little headache, "But we can't find him with prophecy spells, no one is better at avoiding prophecy spells than him."

"We can't find him, but we can let him come to us." With a sly smile, the half-elf leaned back in his chair, "This doesn't conflict with your plan, does it? Your Excellency the White Robe."

Casper tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, pondering.This does not conflict with his plan, but what about his agreement with the Holy See?Glancing at the leisurely half-elf, Kaspar finally opened his mouth, "Is this what your father meant?"

"Of course, without my father's will, what can I do?"

So is this a contest between the Fiji Sen Temple and the Holy See?Casper didn't want to intervene in the battle inside the Temple of Light. The current situation of the Mage Guild has left him at a loss for what to do. However, if the pursuit of the defected mage is used as the clarion call of the battle, it is indeed a very effective method.

"Does anyone else know about this?"

"A secret will always remain a secret."

"What good can I get?"

"When Father ascends to the bishop's throne, the Mages Guild will receive even stronger support from the Holy See."

Casper pondered for a moment, "What about the artifact?"

"Of course the artifact must be dedicated to His Majesty the Pope, my dear old friend, this is not something you and I can covet."

Although a little unwilling, Casper accepted the assignment. The Holy See is now connected with the guild, but the arrogance of the bishop is not what he likes to see, and regardless of whether they can get the artifact, they always have enough before handing it over. Time to study the efficacy of this item...

"The crusade against the rebellious mage will start next week." Finally, the white robe mage finally came to a conclusion.

The half-elf stood up from the chair and bowed gracefully to him, "Wise choice, Your Excellency."

Caspar looked at the young man in front of him who looked the same as 50 years ago, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.Maybe he didn't make a wrong choice. Compared with the current bishop of the Holy See, Fijisen's high priest who married an elf is indeed a potential investment target. He only hopes that this person's ambition will not engulf those who should belong to the mages. Benefit.

The Tower of the Great Mage of Saron is still as mysterious and peaceful as before, but the ambition hidden under the magic has begun to move around.

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After leaving the Purgatory Desert, according to the legend of Oren Continent, Hong Ming and others set their next destination in the hinterland of the Red Sea.

The boundless sea located in the easternmost part of Oren is the border of the entire continent. There were countless human beings who multiplied and lived there, relying on the gift of the ocean to live a rich and happy life.However, during the Great Cataclysm, huge rocks fell from the sky and hit the Red Sea, terrifying tides and whirlpools engulfed cities hundreds of miles along the coastline, the land sank and turned into lonely islands, and countless people died.However, after the catastrophe, the death vortex that appeared that night did not progress or expand, it just turned the outer sea into a forbidden area that cannot be entered.Hundreds of years later, the tauren established the Miris Federation on the archipelago, making it a settlement for non-human races.

Of course, these are not important to Hong Ming and others. What is important is that, like the Purgatory Desert, the Red Sea is one of the most affected areas in the cataclysm. If the Purgatory Desert can find immortal artifacts, then the Red Sea should be no exception.

However, at dawn on the third day of departure, Leopold approached Hong Ming.

"You want to leave?" Hong Ming frowned slightly, "What happened?"

"Hehe~~" The gray-robed mage didn't feel worried at all, but rubbed his hands excitedly, "Yesterday I performed the magic of prophecy, and those old perverts in the guild finally couldn't help but want to do it!"

"Guild?" Hong Ming asked in confusion.

"Of course it's the Mages' Guild!" Leopold patted his thigh, "Since the establishment of the Temple of Light, the priests and those idiots in white robes have been hooking up." He didn't seem to notice that he was also a white man before. Robe, "The red robe and the black robe were squeezed together. Before the appearance of the Lich King, there were almost no undead arts on the mainland. And with the increase in the number of mages, the guild has not stopped very much these years. I originally counted A few years later, there may be mages fighting among themselves, but yesterday’s prophecy actually told me that this battle will be brought forward! It’s still because of me!”

The gray-robed mage shivered excitedly, then shook his head again and again as if remembering something, "No, no, it might be because of you in theory, but it's not important!" He continued, "It's just that the situation is beyond Maybe this is an opportunity, a crucial opportunity, an opportunity to completely change fate!"

The old man's eyes shone brightly like stars, he clenched his fists, "So I have to go, I have to go back. That's where I'm needed!"

Seeing the gray robe mage trembling with excitement, Hong Ming thought for a while and asked, "Do you need me to go with you? I can also help you..."

"Don't! Don't! Don't!" Gray Robe immediately shook his head, "If you participate, the variables will be too big, and even I can't predict it. This is our battlefield, not yours!"

The sun finally jumped out of the thick clouds and sprinkled its light on the earth, even the dirty and worn robe of the gray-robed mage was coated with a layer of shining light.

Hong Ming stared at the agitated gray-robed old man, and after a while, he finally smiled, "I wish you invincible and victorious."

Leopold laughed loudly, "Yes, yes. Those ambitious guys will come to you after I've dealt with it, boy in black, don't forget to leave some artifacts for me to see!"

With the laughter, a portal opened behind him, and the figure of the gray-robed mage flickered in it for a few seconds before disappearing.Looking at the empty ground in front of him, a voice suddenly came from behind Hong Ming.

"Isn't this guy unable to predict your location? He's thinking about how to find you later."

Facing the dark elf's disdainful complaints, Hong Ming couldn't help but smile.

"If there is a destiny, there will be a day when we will meet again."

Chronicle of Oren Continent

In cataclysm 2501 (632 of the Guangming Year), the Mages Guild launched a large-scale hunt for defected mages, but this hunting turned into an infighting among mages in just two months. Suppress other robe colors, especially the evil black robe mage.The opening of this battle marks the coming of the Dharma-ending era.