The dark area, ancient Orence City.
At that particular moment, precisely preset by ancient prophecies, the city of Ancient Orens - a magnificent city hidden deep underground and intertwined by magical power and wisdom, is filled with a tense and mysterious atmosphere in every corner.
Those mages who are well-known in the magic world followed the unignorable throbbing deep in their hearts and quietly escaped into their own secret and magical private realms to respond to an unprecedented summon.
The residences of these mages, either hidden in fluorescent towers or hidden in underground maze-like secret rooms, are all unique spaces filled with personal marks and family glory.
They performed the ceremony solemnly and devoutly, as if they were participating in a major event that determined the fate of the world.
Each mage holds a small bottle of infinite energy in his palm, and is engraved with the clan emblem passed down from generation to generation by their families. It is not only a symbol, but also a profound magical inheritance flowing in the family's bloodline.
They opened the seal with cautious and firm actions. In an instant, the surging mist in the bottle erupted like an elf that broke out of the cocoon, circling in the air, forming slightly shiny channels.
These magic channels are like time and space tunnels, connecting reality and unknown worlds, shining with strange and attractive light.
The Zoer masters, with firm eyes but awe, and straight but slightly nervous, stepped into this magical door leading to the unknown one after another, and entered a new chapter that might change the pattern of them and even the entire dark area.
In a mist filled with ancient wisdom and mysterious power, the Drows gathered in the same magnificent and magnificent foyer like bright stars.
This foyer is hidden deep in the folds of time. Perhaps it is sitting safely under the stone road eroded by time in the ancient Orence City, or perhaps it has surpassed the mortal world and shone with an attractive glimmer in some distant and unknown plane.
In this endless and broad space, every inch of the air is permeated with a strong magical aura, as if telling its owner, Haizhuofu, the chief wizard of ancient Orence City, an existence that all wizards are awe-inspiring and yearning for.
This gathering was not an ordinary gathering, but an unavoidable call of fate. Every invitee knew that they had no other choice than to respond to this call.
Even those mages who belong to the third family that is unique in the world with magical power are gathered here at this moment. Their famous powerful magic power seems particularly subtle at this moment, as if hidden in the tension and expectation in their hearts.
Seven great wizards who are in high positions and serve as mentors in the Warlock School and even the entire Magic Academy are now in contrast to their usual calmness, and each sits on the luxurious seats carefully prepared for them. Although their bodies seem calm, their hearts are like waves.
In the magnificent mage council hall, the wizards stood solemnly and patiently.
Their eyes were filled with anticipation and prudent interest. While waiting for the supreme chief wizard to appear, they looked at the long-lost companions around them.
Some of these people have been scattered since their youthful years in the Warlock School of Medicine and their connections remain only in ancient memories.
After all, in this cruel and competitive dark area, the Drow Mages always take the protection of their respective magic secrets and family glory as their primary principle.
For the sake of the family's power inheritance and glory of honor, they are willing to hide their merits and fame and explore alone at the junction of darkness and light.
Status and glory are given extremely important significance in this world. Even in the bustling and noisy city wizard guild, this law still exists like an iron law.
The badges worn on each mage's chest are like silent declarations, and the glittering family emblems that symbolize the family's glorious history and outstanding contributions are proudly embedded in the most conspicuous position, as if telling legendary stories.
At the same time, there are also some mages who are not so prominent but have extraordinary strength. They choose to wear jewelry full of magic to show themselves. The gems are as dazzling as stars, and the power contained in them is as deep as vortex, which is awe-inspiring.
The entire hall is like a galaxy. Hundreds of gems bloomed with faint but lasting light in the interweaving light and shadow. Their colorful colors reflected a gorgeous picture on the black and smooth outer skin of the Pivafrey cloak that all the mages wore, forming a picture of intertwined power and mystery, vividly showing the unique style of the mage group in this fantasy world.
Some mages also brought their followers: spiders with eight scarlet eyes flashed with strange light in the darkness, and the dark bats were like erratic shadows, quietly passing between the light and shadow, and the sharp hissing sound echoed in the quiet hall.
The magical transformation beast carries a peculiar form of machinery and organisms. The spell energy flowing in its body leaps under the skin, like a metal sculpture with life.
Not only that, there are some mages who are more heretical and terrifying, monsters, little demons or even deeper and unknown existences from the bottomless abyss.
These twisted and deformed living organisms seem to crawl out from the deepest part of a nightmare. Their existence makes the atmosphere in the hall more depressing and deep, which is a unique atmosphere mixed with awe, fear and curiosity.
As the Drow wizards passed through the ancient gate carved with complex magic circles one by one, this magic house carrying endless wisdom and power gradually became full of vitality.
Their figures appeared faintly under the flashing candlelight, and every subtle movement seemed to touch the magic particles in the air, causing the entire hall to instantly exude a strong magic aura.
The mages' conversations were like singing softly, intertwined in this solemn space, and the noisy was particularly depressing, making the already deep atmosphere of the hall more quiet and solemn.
All kinds of mages gathered together, some with sharp eyes as sharp as eagles, and some with calm faces as lakes. They each occupy a corner, sitting or standing, as if vivid magical scrolls were frozen in the hall where time flowed.
When the last magic chair carefully carved and inlaid with rare gems, a mage in a complex robe and mysterious halo was finally settled. His arrival was like the strongest note of the final chapter of the music, officially announcing the peak moment when this magic event that gathered countless wisdom and power had reached its climax.
In this moment of ever-changing change, it was like stars breaking through the dawn in the darkness, tearing apart the sky and breaking the silence. In a deep and confused nothingness, a majestic and solemn figure suddenly appeared - that was Hai Zhuofu, the chief wizard of ancient Orence City.
I saw him walking out of the invisible border calmly, as if he had traveled through the boundaries of time and space. His figure gradually changed from blur to clear, just like a portrait on an ancient scroll was gradually given to life.
Finally, Master Haizhuofu stood firmly on the magical floor in the center of the hall with dazzling magical brilliance.
Chapter completed!