Chapter 560

Raistlin, naked, looked exactly the same as before.

But this death was not completely free, and he immediately found that his strength had regressed. The water level of the "Lake of Stars" in the soul drops, and each wisp of lake water represents mana. The deeper and bigger the lake, the stronger the mana.

After closing his eyes and sensing for a few seconds, Raistlin snorted out of his nostrils, expressing his dissatisfaction.

His mage level has dropped to level 18.

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

And with such a delay, the time to go to the New World will be delayed.

The legendary high-ranking man can master eight-ring spells. He has been building an interplanetary teleportation array in the pyramid. Time is not enough. Up to now, he has not even built a model of eight-ring spells.

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

Raistlin took the nebula ring from the ground and put it on the index finger of his left hand. He took out a black magic robe from it and put it on, and held the arcane torrent staff in the other.

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

Ren nodded.

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

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

Then he turned around and stepped into the teleportation array, and returned to Glamorgan in a blink of an eye. He spent a few hours dealing with the affairs in the territory, and then went to Kingsland to have dinner with Emily's mother and son. After teasing for a while, he teleported back to Blueworth Academy.

The big event that happened during the day today has not been rumored.

Only a few teachers in the college knew that the dean had been missing in the projection room for a while, but fortunately the dean returned quickly and safely without causing much disturbance.

Nothing to say all night.

The knockout round continued on the second day, and the game became more and more exciting. However, rumors gradually began to spread that there was turmoil in the Supreme Council yesterday!

No one knows where the rumors come from.

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

Those who are closer to the Holy Soul Sorcerer, the aloof legendary wizards, when someone asks them for information, they all have a secret expression, but they don't deny that this is a rumor.

Newspapers across the empire also published some speculative content.

Some people collected and found that most of the rumors and news in the newspapers pointed to Nether Floating City, or to the leader of Nether, the founder of the Supreme Council who guarded the empire for more than two thousand years, the strongest in history. The wizard - the great master Oglevi!

Master Ogulevi is missing!

The whole country was shocked.

Countless people were stunned by this news. Whether in a bustling city or a remote town or village, people gathered in groups of three or four, arguing about whether the news was true or not, and if it was true, what would happen to the empire. What kind of impact will it have.

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

Even, the news spread to the elves in the Demeter Continent, sparking quite a discussion.

Inside the empire, the capital Northriel is even more undercurrent. People in the streets and alleys look up from time to time to look at the floating city of Nether in the sky, but this magnificent city hovering above their heads is as quiet as ever, and it is as quiet as ever. Too much, and the wizards who came in and out seemed to disappear.

Nether's elders did not show up either.

Some high-status aristocrats and imperial councilors asked to see the consul and wanted to inquire about 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 pretty much waiting for the default.

As soon as the reply came out, the entire imperial capital seemed to explode, and one after another magic messages flew to every corner of the world, setting off shock waves in the hearts of countless people.

In the afternoon, Blue Watts was still playing.

The roar in the Phoenix Arena was loud, and there were several groups of opponents fighting on the field. Ren was also present, watching Polaris on the field.

This talented student of himself has shown amazing strength and has never been defeated so far.

Many viewers have also known her. They were amazed at her powerful strength, which is very likely to win the championship of the high-level group, and admired her peerless beauty. In just a few days, she captured the hearts of most male viewers, and they kept cheering for her. She cheered and shouted.

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

This wizard is very powerful. He specializes in wind and fire elemental spells. He combines the explosive damage of the fire element with the control and restraint of the wind element. It is a perfect integration. It is rare to have an opponent under the legend. It is a pity that he met Polaris. , a ninth-level arcanist with perfect soul transformation.

Polaris is not a typical Mordu wizard, but more like a Netherite, somewhat similar to Elder Enola of Nether.

She is proficient in shifting and field control, with multi-layer protective spells on her body, and she is invisible.

Then mainly attack the opponent with "Ma Youfu Micro Meteor".

The wizard couldn't see through her invisibility, couldn't find the target, and was extremely passive from the beginning of the battle. Small meteors continued to bombard his shield, and a few interfering arcane spells fell from the top of his head from time to time, which made him very embarrassed. Prevent your own shield from being cracked and fall into a predicament of being in a hurry.

Meteors are criss-crossing, spells are flying, and the duel scene is quite exciting.

The balance of victory tilted toward Polaris.

Ren couldn't help cheering a few times.

Polaris casts spells extremely fast, and below the legendary level, there are very few wizards who can keep up with her spellcasting. There are endless arcane arts, including killing, protecting, trapping enemies and destroying demons. He has fought magic duels with people in Wezeland all the year round, and has accumulated rich combat experience. His spellcasting skills are also quite superb, coupled with his cautious and steady personality , leaving her with almost no weaknesses.

Ren couldn't help thinking that if he played against Polaris before he was promoted to a 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 Polaris is.

The audience in the arena were all excited. Even though most people couldn't see where Polaris was, it didn't stop them from raising their flags and shouting louder and louder.

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

The outcome will be decided soon.

"Ren, you are a really good student. You have strong strength and high popularity. You are better than other contestants." Speaker Ronnie, who was sitting next to him, looked away, knowing that there was no suspense in this duel. It's envy.

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

"hey-hey……"

Rennes has a great sense of accomplishment, which is even better than hitting his opponent on the field.

He laughed triumphantly: "I have seven students who are as good as her!"

Ronnie glanced behind Ren. The high elf Dalamar and the half elf Anvira were no worse than Polaris on the field. There is also the half-orc Garu, although he is only a sixth-level wizard, he is the contestant with the highest hopes of winning the championship in the middle-level group, and he also has a bright future.

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

It has to be said that Ryan's vision in selecting students is too sharp.

During the recruitment a few years ago, the most talented and potential new wizards in Wezeland were wiped out by Rennes, and the rest were more than a notch behind.

Of course, talent alone is not enough, and Ryan must have invested a lot of resources and energy for his students.

Ronnie admired him from the bottom of his heart, and was about to ask Rennes about his experience in cultivating students. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the auditorium in the arena. Lost interest in magic duels.

The wizards in the stands of the ten towers were also whispering and talking.

"What's wrong?"

Just as Ronnie asked a question, a Wezeland wizard teleported to the stands, with a startled expression on his face, he hurriedly handed over several newspapers.

This is the just-published "Auriense Times", which is one of the newspapers with the largest circulation in the empire, and its authority is second only to the "Imperial Daily", which represents the official mouthpiece.

The handwriting on the paper was not completely dry, exuding the fragrance of ink.

The newspaper with only two pages was very light, and the content was not much. It was obviously printed urgently, but the bold headline on it made Ronnie feel that the newspaper in his hand weighed more than a thousand catties, and his hands trembled uncontrollably stand up.

"Master Ogulevi is missing!"

The bold black font on this line, and the explosive meaning it represented, made the wizards in the stands lose their minds.

Ronnie took a deep breath and quickly browsed through the content.

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

The Oriente Times has a good reputation and is by no means an unscrupulous tabloid. If they dare to print and publish it, 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 magic duel on the field.

"Goddess is above!"

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

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

"yes……"

"Hey, tell me, where did Master Ogulev go?" Someone couldn't help guessing: "The strongest wizard in history can't leave without a reason. Could something happen? Or is he dead, or even dead?" Killed by a terrifying enemy..."

"Shut up!" The bystanders interrupted with a look of horror: "You don't want to die?"

"Is it really missing? The Orienth Times is just guessing. Although it is more than 90% sure, it may be wrong! Let's not guess randomly, let's wait for the Supreme Council and the Consul to announce."

Waves of discussions came from all over the auditorium of the arena.

The wizards on the tower also looked at each other in blank dismay.

For ordinary people, they cannot get in touch with Master Ogulev, and they are too far away. No matter how big the news is, it is just an extra topic of conversation after dinner. However, for wizards, being a member of the ruling class of the empire, they are hit more strongly, which is closely related to themselves.

Master Oglevi is a beacon on the road of magic, guiding countless wizards forward.

Today, the lighthouse is extinguished.

More specifically, the empire lost its strongest guardian, the Supreme Council lost its founder, the Nether floating city lost its leader, and the Nether idea lost its great symbol.

The structure of the empire will definitely be affected, and the cards may have to be reshuffled and rights allocated.

Some see a crisis, while others see an opportunity.

Ronnie looked at the towers around the arena. Most of the wizards from the floating cities and academies were in shock, and a few were thoughtful. Renn beside him is also a little abnormal, he is much calmer than everyone else, and thinking about the secret plan of the Great Speaker and Renn, it is obviously related to this.

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

"yes."

Ren nodded.

He looked around at the Wezeland wizards around, everyone's face was full of shock and curiosity, so he added: "In a few days, at the canonization ceremony of Dean Sabra, His Excellency the Consul will officially announce This news."

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

However, there are also a few wizards whose minds are quick to change. There is no holy soul wizard in Nether Floating Void City, and their faction will also lose power. How can they fight against the increasingly powerful Wezeland in the future?

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

It dawned on Ronnie that the plans of the Great Speaker and Rennes were indeed related to Master Ogulev. They must have known something a long time ago, and it would never be as simple as disappearance.

Although he was very curious, seeing that Ryan was unwilling to elaborate, he didn't ask any more.

For a long time, Ronnie has been able to distinguish between the important and the important. If he should let himself know something, even if he doesn't ask, the Great Speaker and Ren will tell him; if he can't ask, he won't get an answer.

The audience is getting smaller and smaller.

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

When she lifted her invisibility and appeared, she was about to receive the cheers from the audience, but found that most of the audience had already left, and her face was filled with astonishment.

In the next few days, the knockout rounds continued as usual.

But there were not many spectators, and it was rare for them to be fully seated. Even if they came, they would discuss the disappearance of Master Ogulevi with the people around them, applaud occasionally, and everyone was absent-minded.

Things didn't get much better until the final day of the title race.

Only the battle where Anvira unexpectedly defeated Polaris and won the championship of the advanced group attracted the audience's attention a little bit. No one discussed Garu's victory in the intermediate group, and no one knew who the primary group champion was.

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

People instead had an idea that the game was finally over.

The awards ceremony was also the canonization ceremony of Dean Sabra. The holy soul wizards of the Supreme Council gathered at Blue Watts Academy, and tens of thousands of spectators would 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 college, when a flame passage opened in front of him, and the figure of Anse Wodos walked out.

"Teacher." Ren stood up and called.

Anxi Wodas 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?"