Only after the number of members of various organizations has dropped to a certain number will the Shaoke organization engage in a real battle. This battle is not carried out in the fallen capital or outside the capital, but in the dungeons below the capital.

Shaoke didn't know what promises the Blue Feather Empire had made to the Wandering Mage Alliance and some other organizations, but according to his speculation, if these organizations were not secretly controlled by the Blue Feather Empire's military headquarters, or because of the promises that the people in power in various organizations felt crazy. After all, when facing enough temptation, few people could resist that temptation. This also included various high-level professionals.

Since the golden horn merged into Shaoko's meditation space six years ago, he found that his meditation speed has increased again, and this increase seems to be an essential improvement. He estimated that with the help of the silver light, his meditation speed is now more than six or seven times that of ordinary mages. And after the passage of time, the words transferred from the golden horn to the altar no longer appear when they merge into the space wall, but some special fluctuations appear.

By sensing these fluctuations, Shaoke clearly felt that his progress in spell casting over the years. The most obvious point is that he has now been able to perform any flicker within a thousand meters three times in a row. If this situation is put on other seventh-level mages, those mages will either not have enough magic power to maintain so many flickers, or because the meditation space is not strong and cannot maintain the output of this continuous large amount of magic power and mental power, which will lead to turbulence or even collapse of the meditation space.

This kind of continuous flashing is not only because of his deepening of the mage's perception, but also because the flashing magic array was embedded in the seven-pointed star magic array by him.

The battle outside the city has been going on for a month, and at this time, the eighth-level female mage suddenly passed the message to him through the scepter. "Mage Snow Night, now lead your team and gather at the destination immediately." Through the spell projection, the blue-robed mage added again: "I don't want the existence of level six in your team, which will delay our pace." After that, the eighth-level mage closed the communication on the scepter and ignored him.

Shaoko held the small scepter in his hand tightly, and through the influence of the golden horn on him, he was tired of obeying other people's orders. He didn't like the situation of being unable to fight.

After pondering for a long time, Shaoke sorted out his robe. After sending some messages to the scholars and the scholars, he carried the strange staff and led more than a hundred sixth-level mages and seventh-level mages to leave the manor and slowly headed towards his destination.

The gathering place was not in the city, but on a hill in the territory of the Blue Feather Empire, which was only half a day away from the fallen emperor. After the mages activated the auxiliary spells, they arrived here after spending less than two magics. Here, more than a dozen eighth-level professions and other powerhouses all arrived here. Those who had no combat ability gathered here.

The eighth-level existences were very dissatisfied with Shaoke's arrival so late. The old mage in charge looked at Shaoke with dissatisfaction and asked him to explain to everyone the reason for the late arrival. After Shaoke gave them etiquette, he made an excuse to meditate and recover, so he came late.

"I hope there is no next time." The only archer pulled the corner of his mouth. He was very dissatisfied with Shaoko's reasons.

"If there is another time, I think you will learn about your underground venue. Don't use the Death Mages to comfort yourself. They cannot protect your area here." After saying this, the archer closed his eyes and rested. Shaoke nodded slightly to indicate that he knew.

Regarding the behavior of Shaoko, others are not saying anything. Because it is not the time to punish a person in power. Now they still need to have some competition and other uses.

The old mage confirmed that Shaoko brought the wizards and nodded with satisfaction. Then he slowly floated up and began to chant spells in a language of the same era as the ancient magical language. Shaoko and others stood quietly aside, waiting for the old mage to end the casting of the spell.

The spell is very long. Since Shaoko does not have such magical characters, the nature of the spell cannot be judged. However, based on the fluctuations of the spell in the air, he still keenly felt that this spell is a forced cracking spell. It is specially used to crack restriction and some magic positions.

Nearly half of the magic chanting ended. The old mage paused for a moment and then continued to chant spells. This time, the spells formed physical magical words and slowly merged into the top of the mountain. After the spells ended, the top of the mountain suddenly cracked open, and a dark passage

In front of Shaoko and the others.

"Let's go in." The old mage waved his hand and signaled everyone to follow. The few powerful people who had no combat power were kept by the old mage, and dozens of high-level warriors protected them. Shaoko and the others entered the passage according to order.

The staff was carried by Shaoko, and a ball of green flame was burning at the top of the staff. From time to time, flames exploded and floated around him. Some of the flames fell into his hands, allowing Shaoko to pinch them into various shapes until the mage took the initiative to disperse them.

"Can't you be quieter?" It was the God's archer again. The God's archer looked very well maintained. Now he looks a little older than Shaoko, about thirty years old. "I think you should carefully observe the surrounding situation. I don't want your flame to fall on the wall, triggering the restriction or magic circle there, and causing us to suffer unnecessary losses."

"Enough, Klar, can't you be quieter?" The old mage who had been leading the team in front suddenly stopped flying and turned his head and scolded him loudly. "You should believe in a mage's control skills. If you don't believe it, leave here now. If you are saying boring words like this, I will kill you." After that, the old mage waved the staff in his hand vigorously and smashed heavily on the wall beside it. The hard wall was completely smashed into a deep pit the size of a fist by his staff.

“I just don’t like him making those flames.

"The archer replied calmly, but his hand involuntarily touched a small short bow on his waist, "He is such a bad habit."

"You have no reason to talk about a mage's habit." The female mage of blue robe flew to the divine archer suddenly. Her face looked very beautiful under the light blue crown, but Shaoke did not feel any adverse effects the crown had on him this time. "I hope you can be quiet for a while." After saying that, the female mage flew back to her original position, because now the old mage set off again. She had to follow the team and continue moving forward.

The quarrel between the eighth-level mages surprised Shao Ke and the lower-level beings. But they just rushed to the road and didn't dare to talk about anything anymore. Because they couldn't confirm whether the archer would deliberately deal with them when they saw that they were uncomfortable.

The passage was facing downward and wider. Until everyone quickly marched two magical movements, a huge space appeared in front of everyone. In Shaoke's sense, this space was several times larger than the space of the death garrison in the Bloody Fortress. Hundreds of stone pillars of dozens of meters thick stood alone in this space, but some had collapsed, and some still firmly supported the space. There were also strange magic fires circling on the stone pillars. A large number of magical characters and magic arrays were carved on the walls and on the ground, but most of them were broken and unable to operate.

There were only some gravel and destroyed magic materials on the ground. The violent magic turmoil in the air made the mages nervous. The old mage, who was in charge, closed his eyes and felt it for a while, led the team to continue walking inside. Perhaps it was the arrival of the stranger, and some magic fires on the stone pillars kept exploding, attacking Shaoke and his team of about 1,000 people. However, these magic fires were easily dispersed by the high-level existences.

Some other low-level existences thought that these eighth-level people were very powerful, so they felt a lot more nervous. But Shaoke knew that this was because these magic fires were not controlled. According to his understanding, there were definitely hundreds of eighth-level mages in this hall at that time.

This was completely what he learned through the Death Station. He heard some advanced mages say that at the top of each stone pillar, an eighth-level mage was in charge. Their mission was to control the magic circles on the stone pillars and attack foreign enemies. Of course, these eighth-level mages were selected from those mage groups. They were very special, but the special thing was not something Shaoke could understand.

After avoiding the magic fire from time to time, Shaoke and the others chose a passage to enter temporarily. Here, everyone divided the work, forming a team of almost every two hundred people, led by two eighth-level professions. Shaoke and a warrior were assigned to the team of the old mage and the blue-robed female mage.
Chapter completed!