It's possible." Shaoke tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth so that he could not do it at all. "Do you think the three most powerful institutions of the Empire have no right to order a small magic family to join this battle? If so, they will not be able to suppress those mages who do not want to participate in the battle. I think the number of mages who do not want to participate in this battle is many times greater than the total number of mages in hundreds of magic families."

"Some noble magicians and mages from magic families, during the war, most of the positions they served were relatively safer." Mage Iga, who had half-squinted his eyes, finally spoke. "Mage Xueye, although our family is relatively small, I think after the war is over, we will definitely become a middle-class family."

"Master Yijia, if there is nothing else, I hope you can leave here. I have more important things to do." After saying that, looking at Master Yijia with a little displeasure, Shaoke added: "I hope as you said, but I don't think things are that simple." When he said this, Shaoke waved his hand and asked the mages to leave here. After all, he was really not used to others showing him his face.

The conversation between the four mages this time was very unpleasant. Perhaps because of the increase in family affairs, Master Yijia had the attitude of a superior, and gradually abandoned his attitude in the foggy forest. Master Fei and Master Loki, who were formerly seniors of Master Yijia, had to bow their heads to rely on each other because of the other's family power. This made Shaoke feel unworthy of the two mages, but he knew that all this was just a personal choice. After all, everyone's values ​​are the same. Therefore, the results of handling the same thing are also different.

As the war approached, the number of mages in the imperial capital began to gradually decrease. First, the wandering mages disappeared on a large scale in the imperial capital, followed by mages affiliated to the Mage Trade Union, and then the mages from the military mages transferred from various places. However, some mages affiliated to various legions, including Shaoke, left the capital with some noble mages and mages from the mage family. As for whether there is a mage team to join later, it is not something that Shaoke can know.

Nearly 10,000 mages gathered in an underground space in the military headquarters. Shaoko and hundreds of Blizzard Legion's mages gathered together. After passing through a short low passage, a space carved with a huge teleportation array appeared in front of Shaoko and the others. As the team advanced, the huge teleportation array could teleport hundreds of mages at one time, and soon, they arrived in Shaoko and the others' team.

Standing on the magic circle, Master Roman grabbed Shaoko's arm and the arm of another female companion, looking a little nervous. "Snowy Night, I'm a little worried.

"The female mage tried to lower his voice, "I don't know if we can return to the imperial capital this time." As he said that, he looked down at his flat belly and sighed with some loss.

Shaoke comforted her softly and emphasized again that they could return safely. Of course, all this was Shaoke's comfort, after all, he was not a real mage who made orders and tactics.

When a mage saw that the teleportation array was full of mage teams, he activated the teleportation array. A purple crystal stone the size of a human head was placed on the stone pillar next to it. After he fiddled with it for a few times, the mage began to operate, and a large number of white light spots surrounded the mages. Then, Shaoke felt a familiar dizziness and appeared on the ground.

A familiar smell came from the air, and a strong bloody smell came from him. This smell made many mages uncomfortable. Fortunately, the female mage Roman had been in the bloody fortress for many years. Therefore, he didn't feel anything wrong. He had been taking Master Di Iser in the Imperial Capital Military Department, but he grabbed the arm of the white-robed scholar on the side with a pale face. It seemed that he wanted to use this to divert some discomfort. However, the white-robed scholar gently comforted her. And another golden-robed monk also gently comforted her.

"Leave the magic circle. There is a team behind it!" The mages guarding the teleportation magic circles on the side loudly reminded Shao Ke and the others. A black-robed mage led them to the camp not far away.

"Death Mage Group." Looking at the mages guarding next to the teleportation array, Shaoke quickly recognized their identities and recognized that these mages were all fifth-level mages based on the other party's magic staff. The death mages guarding the magic field also quickly recognized Shaoke from the hundreds of mages. The mage who led Shaoke and others to stop and ask Shaoke after a distance from the teleportation array.

"Are you the resident mage? Why did you join this team?" The Death Mage asked without any emotional fluctuations, which made the wizards around Shaoke feel a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, Shaoke quickly stepped forward to answer the other party.

When I learned that Shaoke had been promoted to the fourth-level mage Li

After the mage group, the fifth-level death mage was silent for a long time. In the end, the other party wanted to return to the death mage group. They were welcome at any time. Of course, now Shaoko temporarily rejected the other party's invitation. Then the mage didn't say much. He took them to an open space where nearly a hundred tents were built. He pointed here and signaled the mages to go in and rest.

The camp does not look big, but if you connect this small camp with the next camp tent, you will find that the tents here are not far away. A large number of mages of various levels are entering and leaving here. When the team of Shaoke and his team just entered the camp, a patrol team of hundreds of seventh-level mages drove horses to patrol the camp to prevent unnecessary fights from happening in each mage who does not belong to the other.

In the camps around the teleportation array, there are a large number of high towers standing. From time to time, some professionals who can fly away from the towers and fly in. All of this surprised the mages who rarely see so many high-level professionals.

Although the fifth-level death mage brought everyone to their camp, he ignored whether the mages went in to rest. Instead, he nodded to Shaoke and quickly left here and continued to guard the huge teleportation array.

After a little look at the surrounding situation, the six or seven hundred mages allocated their own tents. However, most of the mages gathered in the same tent, and only a few mages chose to live alone like Shaoke. Of course, most of these mages were advanced mages.

After a night, most mages did not rest, because in the west not far from the camp, there were violent spell fluctuations and huge explosions. The mages actually knew that this was a battle between the top-level mages. Shaoke covered himself with his cloak for the whole night, standing outside the tent with his staff alone, quietly feeling the spell fluctuations coming from afar. However, there were not many mages like him.

In the following days, batches of mages were arranged to new positions to leave the temporary camp, while Roman and some other alchemists were also transferred from the camp. They would be greeted with safer logistics positions. However, the auxiliary mages such as the White Robe Sutra were left behind. Even if they were smaller, they were smaller.

The departure of the female mage Roman made Shaoke much easier. He was really worried that the military headquarters would arrange for the female mage to follow them to carry out missions. If there was a fierce battle, the lives of the alchemists who lost the vast majority of the ability to release attack spells would be absolutely not guaranteed.

After another four or five days, two eighth-level mages came to Shaoke and their camp and arranged them according to their different levels. Shaoke and the fourth-level mages were transferred from the camp and left together, as well as those low-level sutra masters. Not far from the camp, an eighth-level mage led them into a huge tent.

The tent was empty, with only a huge obsidian stone slab carved with a teleportation array laid on the ground, and some white-robed seventh-level mages were quietly guarding the edge of the array.

"You will arrive at a new location through this teleportation array, where an eighth-level mage will give you a mission." The eighth-level mage who had been floating in the air glanced at Shaoke and the others and continued: "I hope there, whether it is the mages of the Mage Union or the wandering mages, I hope you will not have conflicts with each other. I believe that if you violate what I said today, what awaits you will be severe military punishment." After that, he signaled Shaoke and his group of four or five hundred mages to stand on this teleportation array so that they can teleport away from here.

"What if they have a conflict with us?" A fifth-level mage thought for a while, and still asked this question here.

"What is waiting for them like that is also the punishment of the military." The eighth-level mage did not care at all, but he explained in detail: "If there is no enemy, I hope you will not release spells in any form." At this point, he once again signaled the mages to stand on the teleportation array to wait for departure.

After Shaoke took the lead in standing on the teleportation array, the other mages followed. After the eighth-level mage told a place name to the seventh-level white-robed mages guarding the teleportation array, the white-robed mages stood up and began to debug some stone pillars outside the magic array, and placed several special crystals. Then they chanted a spell to teleport Shaoke and the others away.

"I hate this kind of teleportation." The white-robed scholar grabbed Master Iser's arm tightly, but she was very uncomfortable with the brief dizziness caused by the teleportation.
Chapter completed!