The Wizard World

At the border of the Tali River Basin, in front of a certain mountain wall in the huge sea of ​​trees, at the entrance of a huge black mountain cave, there is a circular puddle on the ground, forming a small lake, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds in the sky outside.

A dozen or so figures were standing or squatting by the small lake without saying a word. These people were all dressed in black robes, keeping a vigilant distance from the others around them. At the same time, most of the cities and counties were still watching faintly at the entrance of the cave, a man in red robe who was half leaning on the ground.

"We've been waiting for two days. I only have five days off this time. I'm afraid I'll be suspected if I don't go back." A woman squatting by the puddle asked with a frown, "Is the purple-eyed leader here yet?"

"Wait a minute, it should be about this time." Another person replied in a low voice. "That Turin has already gone out to pick up people."

The woman fell silent, and simply walked aside to practice meditation with her eyes closed.

Time passed slowly, and it was noon outside. The wind at the entrance of the cave was getting louder and louder, faintly howling like a ghost crying.

The whistling sound also slowly woke up all the wizards who closed their eyes and meditated.

"Here we come." I don't know who said something.

The wizard standing at the entrance of the cave looked into the woods from afar.

Among the dark green trees, two figures are slowly approaching here, walking through the woods.

No one made a sound, and all the squatting people stood up and fixed their eyes on the person in front of them.

This person was dressed in a black robe, with long dark red hair that couldn't be concealed behind his back, and his glowing red eyes stared back at him indifferently and calmly. But what attracted more people's attention was the purple eye-shaped ring that this person was wearing between the fingers of his left hand.

"It seems that he is Ziyan." A deep voice rang out from the crowd.

Angelet walked ahead of Turin. He stared intently at the wizards at the entrance of the blue-gold cave.

A piece of information slowly flowed through my heart, corresponding to the identities of these wizards standing here.

Walking slowly to the entrance of the cave and standing still, he looked around.

"I'm very glad that you are able to gather here on your own initiative today. As a leader entrusted with important tasks by the upper echelon, although I think that I am not strong enough to fully lead everyone, but..." Angelet paused, "In the process of making the plan go smoothly Think about it, and I hope everyone will cooperate.”

No one said anything right away. It seemed everyone was waiting for someone else to speak up first.

The hole behind where more than a dozen people were standing. Looking into the cave, it was a mass of darkness that could not see anything clearly. Gusts of cold wind gushed out from the cave, adding a faint chill to the whole scene. . .

Angelet stopped talking: "If you have anything to say, just bring it up? If not. Then I will arrange instructions for everyone according to the rules and regulations."

"Wait a minute." As soon as the words fell, someone came out.

This is a man in a red robe, with a thin figure. Skinny and bone-like, but with a strange purple-red color in his eyes. The large red robe was draped over him, like a child wearing adult clothes.

"I want to ask a question." The man looked at Angelet in a low voice.

"Are you Blood Bedoria? Excuse me." Angelet's face remained unchanged.

Bedolia chuckled: "What I want to ask is, what kind of treatment will we receive if we fail to fulfill your order?"

Angelet glanced at the others, with a smile on his face: "I will definitely not randomly issue instructions that are not in the interest of everyone, or instructions that everyone cannot complete. Of course, the people we gather here should all know some inside information The changes of the times cannot be violated by individual strength and will. This is why we gather here. As long as everyone does not oppose me, I will naturally safeguard the interests of all of you."

"Besides, if something really happens, you have to follow the rules and regulations." Ange raised his left hand and showed the purple eye ring between his fingers. "This ring is the evidence of my being the leader. It has the qualifications to deprive these members of their rights and identities. So if something goes wrong, and some of you openly disobey the order, don't blame me for following the rules."

Angelet sneered: "I think everyone knows what the consequences will be if you are deprived of your identity and qualifications when you know the organization's secrets."

"Of course we know this. They will be hunted down thoroughly. Or refined into puppets." A middle-aged witch replied in a low voice, "Then according to the standard, what kind of situation is the big leak you mentioned?"

Angelet's eyes immediately fell on Bedolia in front of him. "This requires everyone to restrain their behavior in the future. As long as it hinders the plan to start the layout, I will prohibit it."

paused. He continued: "Turin was on the road before, and killed a group of robbers and a convoy surrounded by robbers. I have no objection to this. But I hope you will try not to use such drastic means to handle affairs in the future."

"Oh? Then what method should we use to deal with it?" Du Ling stood up from behind Angelet and asked with a chuckle.

Angelet glanced at him. "You can pretend to be a good person who kills robbers and hates evil forces. You can also pretend to be a powerful person passing by by chance to intimidate them. However, killing everyone at will is to push yourself to the opposite of everyone. This is Pretty stupid behavior."

"It seems that it is indeed my fault." Du Ling laughed and bowed slightly. "I will definitely pay attention next time."

"That's good." Angelet nodded. His gaze shifted to Bedolia in front of him.

The man in the red robe had a calm face at this moment, watching him quietly.

"The other thing is you, Bedolia. Among us, you are the one who makes the most noise." Angelet looked at him, not avoiding the eyes of this powerful blood man. "As a wizard, we should focus more on the pursuit of strength and self-improvement. Meaningless killings will drag you into the abyss of revenge, and you cannot extricate yourself."

"I have my own way of doing things." Bedolia replied lightly.

"This type of killing at will is detrimental to our covert plans."

"Do you think you can order me? I never need others to tell me what to do." Bedolia narrowed her eyes, "Or do you think I dare not kill you?" A thick bloody liquid slowly flowed from the surface of his robe emerge. It made his whole body shrouded in a red mist, and his eyes shone with a purple-red light. A terrifying and huge sense of oppression spread out in all directions.

call...

With Bedoria as the center, the huge pressure formed a whirlwind and slowly spread.

"I didn't think I was ordering you just now, I just told you how to be a real wizard." Angelet said lightly.

laugh! ! Bedoria raised her hand.

A red light flashed between the two, instantly condensing into a red cross sword.

The point of the sword pointed straight at Angelet, hanging on the tip of his nose. Draw traces of blood.

"Are you teaching me how to behave?" Bedolia's voice sank. A cold killing intent slowly surged out of him.

Angelet was expressionless. "I'm just saying what I want to say. You have two choices, kill me, or obey me."

Bedolia pointed at Angelet. His eyes moved away slowly, and fell on the purple ring between his fingers.

With a swish, the blood-red cross sword instantly dissipated. It turned into a ball of blood and merged into his robe. A gentle smile appeared on Bedolia's face immediately.

"How dare I kill you? You are the real person in power who led us to complete the plan on behalf of the upper echelon. You have purple eyes that deprive us of our identity rights. No matter how ignorant I am, I won't make things difficult for you, do you think so?"

"It's best for you to think so." Angelet didn't care about the cut on the tip of his nose, and a smile appeared on his face. "After all, if you kill me, you have to bear the anger from the top. Of course, in this case, if I deprive you of your identity and rights, the top will send people out to clean up any omissions that may leak. Presumably everyone will not think about it." Do such omissions get cleaned up?"

"This is natural." Bedolia stood beside Angelet, taking a position with Turin. To show his temporary submission.

"Did I ask you to come over?" Angelet's tone suddenly changed. Staring at Bedolia coldly.

"You!" The expression on Bedolia's face froze. He stared fixedly at Angelet's eyes, his face darkened, and a faint murderous intent permeated between the two of them.

Angelet calmly raised the ring. "Looks like I need to exercise my rights."

"I'm sorry, leader." A smile appeared on Bedolia's face again, he raised his right hand, and a red light flashed with a snort.

His entire right palm fell directly to the ground. Blood water kept surging and rolling at the severed wrist, but not a trace of blood flowed out.

Bedolia's expression remained unchanged.

"This is the price for offending you just now, please forgive me."

Only then did Angelet smile again. "What are you doing, Bedolia? Even if you cut off your own wrist, you will lose part of your spirit. There is no need for the misunderstanding just now. I am not such a stingy person, are you right?"

"Hey, that's my subordinate's recklessness." Bedolia picked up her right hand and stood beside Angelet.

Most of the others would not be so crazy, after learning the real situation. These people came here on their own initiative, and they also had the intention of sincerely submitting to Angelet. Except for the two unpredictable Turin and Bedolia, most of the others were willing to obey Angelet's leadership.

After all, they did not surpass Angelet's strength.

"Since Master Bedolia is willing to obey your arrangement, we naturally have no objection."

"As Purple Eye, obeying your reasonable request is the purpose of our visit this time."

"It's a pity that there are always people who want to challenge your rights and status. I don't know the depth."

Amidst a group of approving voices, a cold voice suddenly came out.

The crowd's voice suddenly dropped. A figure wearing a black and silver-trimmed robe walked out of it.

The figure tore off the hood, and it turned out to be a mature and beautiful woman. There was a seductive and charming look between the woman's eyebrows.

"If I were the leader, I wouldn't be as magnanimous as you. A black sheep like Bedolia would have been ordered to be cleared out a long time ago." She made no secret of her dislike for Bedolia.

"It's you, Laila!" Bedolia seemed to recognize the woman. His eyes were very strange, instead of staring at the woman, he kept scanning the surrounding environment, as if he was vigilantly looking for something.

"Where are your little cuties? Why didn't you bring them here?"

Laila smiled. "Of course I brought it. Otherwise, how dare I show my face in front of you?"

Angelet glanced at Turin, Laila, and Bedolia.

He faintly noticed that after Laila revealed her identity, the other wizards present seemed to be in awe of her. It seems that this woman is much stronger than others regardless of her status or strength. This person is also one of the few characters for whom he has not found detailed information.

"Then, let's talk about my arrangement." Angelet clapped his hands, drawing his attention to himself. "For those who came to the party today, all of us must have agreed to form a small group, and Ms. Leila, Turin, and Bedolia will be in charge. Presumably, you will not be simple people in your own territory. , the resources and powers in charge are different, so the intelligence part will be collected in Leila's hands and handed over to me after sorting out. And Bedolia and Turin are in charge of Zhenghe and your troops, and they must integrate a powerful force that can be mobilized at any time. Force. The form of the army is mainly elites, and the weak are not needed as cannon fodder. I hope that everyone will contribute some elite subordinates as dispatched forces. The proportion of strength contribution will be exchanged according to the mission points."

What Angelet meant was to pull out some elite powerhouses from everyone and rebuild a top-level powerhouse troop that could be dispatched at any time. Everyone's contribution will be exchanged for the task points of the Black Witch Tower.

As soon as the words fell, everyone below began to think carefully about the pros and cons.

Although they all want to attach themselves to the top power like the Black Witch Tower and gain the vitality of survival in the coming troubled times, but if they pay too much foolishly, they will become useless cannon fodder later on. This is what everyone is worried about. How to grasp this degree is the key.