Blood of Mercury

"No! It's too risky!"

In the conference room of the third tower, a middle-aged wizard slapped the table heavily with a look of anger: "Who knows what happened to the medical department? What if the enemy is lying there waiting for us to go there?"

"The medical department must help," an old wizard with white beard and hair looked serious. "There is no wizard who is good at medical treatment. Once we are dragged into the war of attrition, we will fall into an overwhelming disadvantage."

"So the enemy must think so too! They won't be stupid enough to just leave the medical department for us after blowing up most of the white tower!"

The middle-aged wizard's fists on the table were clenched tightly, and the knuckles were white and creaking.

He finished speaking in one breath, took a deep breath, and his flushed face subsided a lot.

Afterwards, he added in a slightly calmer tone: "Leave the medical department alone. Especially now that the detection function of the 'Overlooker' is completely paralyzed, it is really hard to use precious combat power to detect a place that is likely to be set up in an ambush. It's a no-brainer."

"If the medical department is wiped out, we have no hope of victory!"

The old wizard stubbornly objected: "Anyone should know that the Great Barrier has a detection function. It is impossible for the enemy to set up an ambush inside the White Tower - as long as the combat wizards carry out a round of bombardment, their troops ambush there will be destroyed. All destroyed."

"But now the detection function of the Great Barrier has been paralyzed!"

"They don't know about it! Even a great wizard probably doesn't understand the meaning of every rune on the Great Barrier. How could these priests of false gods know!"

The old wizard frowned, and the old voice rumbled in the conference hall.

His words immediately angered the middle-aged wizard: "What do you mean, let's assume, they think our enchantment detection is not broken?"

As the middle-aged wizard said, he raised the corner of his mouth disdainfully: "Fuck it! You are not sick, right? It's not you who went to the front line anyway, right!"

"Watch your words! Great Wizard Crick!"

The old wizard was so angry that his beard trembled at once.

"-Silent!"

Just before the tactical discussion was about to turn into a tear, Anvilia's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the fierce discussion among the great wizards. Suddenly, everyone turned their attention to Anvilia, and the meeting room fell into a brief silence.

just before. This kind of ripping is going on around the round table in the conference room with two, three, and five people as a group. Although there are some people in a more harmonious atmosphere of discussion, more people have fallen into the mode of tearing and pressing without progress—

It can be seen that the wizards are already in a hurry.

No wizard of this generation has ever experienced such a scene - except for a few tower owners. All wizards who have experienced the war of the gods have all died of old age.

An Ruosi took a deep breath.

This ** city with a thousand years of history, the paradise of wizards, once faced the real test, it will reveal its weak background.

Rather than saying that the White Pagoda is decaying, it is better to say that this is the limitation of the White Pagoda.

Overlooking the White Pagoda from its inception. It was decided that this is the sanctuary of the wizard, the paradise of the wizard.

But at the same time, this also limits the upper floors of the White Tower to only wizards. Whether it's politics, diplomacy, economy, military...all of them are part-time jobs by wizards. Before their social identity, they were first and foremost a wizard.

—A scholar who is better at teaching and research than management.

"An Ruosi."

"exist!"

Suddenly, Anvilia's soft voice sounded from An Ruosi's ears, which made him shudder.

"Look at it all. Remember it, never forget it."

Anvilia's arm rested on the table. Her hands were crossed and placed in front of her to block half of her chin.

She looked forward with plain eyes, without the slightest expression on her face: "This will be your mission."

Anverya's endless words. But An Ruosi was startled.

After about three or four seconds, An Ruosi lowered his head and replied softly with an extremely serious attitude: "...Yes."

"very good."

Anvilia nodded with satisfaction, just sat in the seat plainly, looked at the great wizards who looked at him, and announced softly in a plain and confident tone: "Then everyone, I heard you talk for a while. Now, let me talk about the next course of action."

"First of all, completely abandon the area outside the sixth ring, and shrink the defense force to the area with large equipment." Anvilia said almost cruel words, "Leave one-third of the large equipment as a low-level wizard. Substitute, the others with small and medium-sized equipment that can move all withdraw within the third ring. And open the distorted enchantment at the fourth ring position."

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Just give them up like this? That's more than a thousand people!"

Immediately, the inside of the conference hall exploded.

The number of large-scale instruments in the Sixth Ring is only a thousand or so. That's as long as there's a wizard manipulating it. A weapon exclusively for wizards that can unleash the destructive power of silver. If ritual objects such as staffs are compared to hand guns, then these murder weapons, which are simply collectively referred to as "devices", are equivalent to machine guns.

Whether it's the Meteor Tower or the blaster guards - before the operator's mana is exhausted, they can instantly cast silver-level sorcery indefinitely. Even if their magic power is exhausted, they can continue to manipulate for a while at the cost of their lives.

Now more than 80% of the wizards are concentrated in the sixth ring, ready to use these instruments in a rotating manner to cause a devastating blow to the army of the gods - and Anvilia means. It is to let more than 70% of the wizards who are currently preparing for the battle in the sixth ring withdraw, and then leave a small number of people to consume the number of enemies.

And after opening the distorted barrier, it is equivalent to separating the inner and outer of the barrier into two worlds. Unless the enchantment is shattered by a long-term bombardment, there is no possibility for outsiders to come in.

Anglia is like saying clearly, "Anyway, the large equipment can't be moved, so it's better to send a thousand people to use it."

In the face of the dissatisfied great wizards, Anvilia did not say anything.

"Humph…"

Scott let out a cold snort and lightly pressed his hand on the table.

Suddenly, the world in front of all the great wizards quickly faded into a dry and monotonous scene.

Then they start to twist.

It's like thick cardboard that has been wet and then grilled at high temperatures. All the things in the horizon quickly lost their image, everything became absurd, and the chattering noise sounded in the ears.

Not to mention witchcraft, they almost lost their ability to think together in the twisted world.

After about half a minute, everything gradually returned to the way it was at the beginning.

The conference hall of the third tower was silent again. Some of the great wizards were pale, others were blue, but they all kept their mouths shut.

Scott raised a finger and put it to his mouth. His icy blue one eye narrowed slightly, revealing a icy smile without any smile.

"Don't be noisy, okay..."

As if afraid of waking someone sleeping, Scott shook his head slightly, but didn't look at anyone: he murmured to himself, "Be obedient, children."

Creepy.

It's like being watched by wolves before learning sorcery. Although Scott didn't stare at anyone from start to finish, didn't intimidate or threaten, the backs of several of the most ferocious wizards who had made trouble before were completely soaked.

"Can I go on talking?"

Anvilia asked softly with an expression on her face.

No one responded, and therefore no one refuted.

So Anvilia spoke and continued to read: "Abandon the medical department and the search and rescue department, and the combat wizard will carry out coverage bombing."

"Wizards of the black iron rank and below do not participate in the battle, and all enter the shelter."

"Directly open the enchantment of the old city, without considering the consumption."

"Notify the non-wizard residents that the war is coming, UU reading www.uukanshu.com let them leave the White Tower..."

Anglia read out dozens of decisions in a row, all of which were discussed by everyone before and did not reach a consensus.

Although one-third of the great wizards here are dissatisfied with Anvilia's decision, they have no heart to resist.

They had never seen Anvilia's power with their own eyes. Therefore, although he respects Anvilia, he is not afraid.

Before, Scott abolished the ability of all of them to cast spells without doing anything, and suddenly let them know a little about what height Anvilia was at.

So, under Anvilia's arbitrary iron fist, the slow-running White Tower started to run at a surprisingly fast speed for the first time.

Because Claudia was sleeping in the first tower, Anvilia did not leave the White Tower; the civil strife in the White Tower caused by Yali did not appear. This has led to Anvilia now being able to command here, and the White Tower's active force has doubled compared to the past, and all large-scale equipment is working well.

The changes brought about by Roland have once again reversed key historical events. (To be continued.)