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Three middle-aged mages wearing strange robes escaped from the void one after another.

One of the mages, tall and thin, with a rigid face, glasses, and meticulous hair combing, has a typical retro mage temperament.

He swept the void around him slightly, and then said lightly to the other two:

"Although the teleportation at HQ has been checked, I suspect that we have been lost in the stars. ”

It's not a very funny joke, especially with the serious expression on the man's face, his words are at best some kind of black humor with regional characteristics.

When a short and fat mage heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly a few times, looked at the empty darkness under his feet, and said helplessly:

"Unfortunately, I have some doubts about this. ”

The third mage was a middle-aged gentleman with yellow hair. Compared with the other two, he looks more calm, and with his handsome appearance, he has a bit of a dashing bearing. His eyes are deep, the bridge of his nose is straight, his facial features are like a knife, and his whole person looks capable! In addition to not having that stereotypical taste, he is still somewhat similar to the first mage in terms of image, which is the resemblance of the old school mage and the ancient school mage.

"Well, don't go on with that boring topic any longer. ”

"There is no doubt that we are now outside the Blue Star Plane. ”

"As for why the entire Blue Star Plane and the Steel City have disappeared, I'm afraid it's because they're already in great trouble. ”

"Maybe a group of Sky Devouring Beasts happened to be passing by, or maybe it was the Zerg who almost threatened the Magic Continent in the record and happened to be eyeing the Blue Star Plane. ”

"In short, most of our colleagues have become fish in the pond that have been affected. It's a pity that their sacrifice didn't leave us any valuable clues!"

Moore Moult said, but the expression on his face was very happy, and there was no regret. In addition, there was a clear hint of essence in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Hearing his words, the other two mages' faces also changed! This was not because they sensed the meaning of Moormot's words, but the content revealed in the words themselves, once confirmed, was enough to make people frightened!

Whether it's the Sky Eater, or the legendary Zerg, or anything else that can devour the entire plane within three years of the Blue Star Plane, and have wiped out one hundred and twenty-eight demigod mages before, plus a steel battle castle, they won't be able to fight against it!

"Sky Eater... Zerg... You... You must be joking, Moore Mot!"

Humpty Dumpty mage laughed awkwardly, hiding the fear in his heart.

Will be sent to this kind of ghost place to find clues to the disappearance of the Dharma God Regiment. Except for Moormat who took the initiative to ask for his life with factional tasks, there are probably only a few strange demigod mages who are often excluded in the Council of the Gods.

After all, everyone knows that this kind of task is simply thankless, and if one is not careful, there is a high possibility that he will follow in the footsteps of those one hundred and twenty-eight demigod mages!

In fact, in addition to Moormott, the other two mages are also the same. They have no place in the Council of the Gods, they have no background, no prospects, no strength, and they are completely unhuman.

Neither Moormort nor the other mage commented on Baker's words, and the expressions on their faces were full of ridicule and disregard for Baker.

A trace of anger flashed in Baker's eyes, but he quickly suppressed this emotion!

After taking a few steps in the void at random, and chanting a few sentences in certain directions, almost imperceptible magical fluctuations began to spread. Under the surprised looks of Baker and Skulla, Mollmort quickly groaned, almost just a few breaths, and he recited a slightly longer incantation.

Baker and Skullah's expressions were even more surprised, but because of Moormot's strength and status in the Council of the Gods, they didn't dare to bother.

It is easy for a mage to be disturbed while casting spells, and although an unfathomable demigod like Mormot is not an exception, it will certainly not be very pleasant to be disturbed.

In addition, although Baker and Skula were very puzzled by the spell that Moormat was casting, due to the vastness of their own strength and the other party, there was still room for their own clumsiness and unclear intentions in their hearts, until-

Wow!

Like the sound of the water curtain cracking, a portal that only allowed one person to pass through appeared in front of the three of them.

Beck and Skula saw that Moormort had chanted an otherworldly teleportation spell before, but instead of the slightest prescient joy, they were shocked and almost bulged out their eyes!

"Lord Moormot, !! you"

Compared to Baker's coarse exterior and fine interior, the old-fashioned Skola was noticeably more direct, and although he had a visceral awe for Moormot, it was based on Moormot's position in the Council of the Gods far above him. It's not so much that Skula respects Moormot's strength, but he values Moormot's status more, and the Dharma God with this concept is indeed wonderful!

In the wizarding world, in the Council of the Gods, unless you have considerable strength, background, or potential, no matter how much you memorize the rules, strictly follow them, or are good at drilling, you will end up a pile of scum. Mages value strength more than ordinary people, and only ordinary people will stare at a little temporary status all day long!

"I'm done scouting and I'm ready to go, what's wrong with you?"

Half of Moormot's feet stepped into the portal, but he resisted the power of spatial absorption and tearing, and stopped! This kind of mastery of spells is definitely the top level among demigod mages. However, this shocking performance, in the eyes of the other two, especially Skula, was not as lethal as Moormott's slightly confused and indifferent expression.

And the strange look in Moore Moorte's eyes when he stared at the two of them, where it looked like he was looking at some kind of colleague, he was simply looking at one or two fools!

Skula's face darkened for a moment, but she didn't say much. He was outraged, he felt insulted for what he was holding onto. However, the reality is that the person who insults the belief he holds on to is the one who is more responsible and qualified to uphold that belief than he is. This is undoubtedly unacceptable to Skula, but this is not the first time he has encountered such a situation!

On the contrary, Baker, at this time, it seemed that he could not feel Moormot's attitude at all, and said to him with an embarrassed face:

"Moore Mot... My lord, although you have finished... Investigation. But we haven't yet, and the council's task is to ask for the traces left by those 'people', you just ...

Baker wanted to say bluntly that Moormot had only released a few simple life detection spells just now, although whether it was Moormot's spell-casting skills, the penetration shown by the spells, or the extent of the spread of magic fluctuations, all of them secretly shocked himself as a demigod mage. But to say that the task has been accomplished is obviously too perfunctory. Of course, this is not the key, the most critical question is that Moore Moore left like this, leaving the two of them behind, what is the matter? Even if he wants to leave, he should be together, and when the time comes, the council will ask for the guilt, and someone will take the blame!

Baker saw that Moore Moult's face gradually showed a trace of impatience, and immediately changed his words:

"My lord, we are here together, are you really sure you won't take us with you?"

The implication is that he no longer cares about what tasks are not tasks, and is willing to unite with Moore Moort.

At this time, Skula's expression was a little gloomy, and his heart was obviously more dissatisfied, but because of Moormot's status, he couldn't attack.

When Moult heard this, he glanced at the fat mage Baker and the old-fashioned Skula with a slight surprise, and said:

"Come together, we have to go together?"

"You are also the speaker of the council, and you are also a demigod mage, so you won't even know how to recite the 'Otherworldly Teleportation Spell'!

Speaking of which, the meaning of Moore Mote's sneer is already obvious. His attitude, not to mention that Baker was embarrassed to hear it, even Skula was on the verge of exploding.

"Waste, no wonder the council is not as good as a year, and it's a waste of time to come here with you. ”

Leaving this sentence unceremoniously, Moormot immediately stepped into the portal and walked neatly!

In fact, he didn't particularly insult the two, but just stood on his own position and told the truth. If it weren't for the fact that the mana of the two of them was far lower than him, with two oil bottles with neither high nor low achievements, with the strength of Moore Mot, they would have made a few round-trips.

"Bastard !!"

Skulla obviously didn't think so, and after Moormort disappeared, he couldn't suppress his anger anymore, and his whole body erupted with a sky-high momentum!

An instantaneous small forbidden spell "Star Annihilation" slashed in front of Baker's eyes in an instant, striking a void rift in the place where Moormort disappeared!

However, because this kind of venting is useless at all, it will only make the pale Skula look even more powerless!

Baker was shocked by the strength shown by Skula, he didn't expect that this recognized waste wood had left him far behind, although it was not as strong as the first-line powerhouse like Moormott, but it basically belonged to the middle and upper class level of the Council of Gods!

Of course, Baker knows very well that even if Scoola's strength is far stronger than outsiders think, in the eyes of people like Moore Moort, he is not much different from himself, and he is still a waste!

Thinking so in his heart, it was a little dark, but Baker had a look of hatred on his face.

"Forget it! Lord Moormott, but he is an outstanding person who is close to the top 100! plus the Juilliard Star, I'm afraid that even the real top 100 adults are not willing to provoke him more!"

"The owners of Juilliard's Stars, every one of them is a madman. Ordinary demigods like you and me, what do you want, so why bother with him!"

Baker was faintly persuasive on the surface, but in fact he secretly provoked, pointing out that most of Moore Moth's strength was on Juilliard's Star. Although Moormot himself is not to be underestimated, and he is not known to be better than Baker and Skulla, but what he is really afraid of is that it is only a magic guide, which is recognized.

And these words fell into the ears of the old-fashioned Sculla, who had never won the favor of Lady Luck, apparently with spikes.

"Humph!"

Skulla glared at the innocent Baker fiercely, and in the harmless expression of the other party, he said something that made the muscles on his face throb.

"You shit! deserve to run me!"

Baker looked at Skula with a sneer on his face, and it was easy to resist the urge to throw a fireball in his face!

was sarcastically ridiculed by Moore Mott, even if it mattered, the other party had this qualification. But being ridiculed by Skulla, who has always been a difficult brother and a strange nickname in the parliament as "Silly Goose", the resentment in Baker's heart immediately couldn't help but pop up!

At this moment, even Baker almost forgot that Skoula's strength far surpassed him, and he was afraid that he could be killed in an instant!

Look at Skula as she turned to leave, scouting the surrounding void.

Baker smiled sinisterly, and then returned to that harmless look on his face.

After Moormot returned to the Magic Continent, he directly released the Blue Bird Courier to compile the results obtained after the reconnaissance into an oral report and pass it back to the school headquarters.

The gist of the report is to show that it has searched carefully and found no signs of survivors. This conclusion is worthless, you can guess it, but there is a certain amount of evidence, even if it is a worthless conclusion, it is a conclusion.

As for the school headquarters, this is not something he needs to think about. In the Magic Continent, whether it is the Council of Gods or the various sects, everyone speaks with strength. If you have strength, you have the right, and you are qualified to trample on the rules!

Molmat finally sent a report to the school, which was also a fig leaf, and as for the Council of the Gods, he didn't even bother to give a verbal report because he was angry.

I don't blame Moormot for acting like this, it's really a lot of anger in his heart, and he doesn't vomit or feel unhappy.

The two people who traveled with him felt that Moore was arrogant and rude, but Moore thought that those two wastes were simply dragging down his own baggage!

This back and forth, Moore wasted three full months, far more than he estimated.

In Moore Moort's view, this is already a very heavy price, but it is also an unnecessary price!

If it weren't for the council forcing him with two waste assistants, he would have been able to do everything in half a month at most, and he would definitely be better than he is now!

But the parliament wants to talk to him about the rules and the bureaucratic way with him, so it is no wonder that he is perfunctory! No, it should be said that he is not even bothered to be perfunctory!

Moormort opened the portal casually, and the teleportation within the plane even saved the spell. In an instant, he had appeared inside the Juilliard Star!

Each large school, there are many branches in the faction.

Moormote now has a large branch in the Lucian school. Although the number of this army is small, it is more expensive than a soldier. The strength of Moormot's disciples is definitely not weak, and with Juilliard Star as a base, his branch alone is almost comparable to some medium-sized schools.

As usual, Don Quixote, a disciple of the mantle, told him, and Moormat didn't ask about what had happened recently, and plunged into the core space, showing his attitude of not asking about trivial matters.

It wasn't until Moormote completely disappeared, confirming that he was no longer in the same spatial level as himself, that the helplessness and respect on Don Quixote's face quickly disappeared and was replaced with a condescending expression...

In the Lucian School headquarters, once "Hofast", the place where the gods rest, and now in the Hall of Truth and Truth, the faction leader Wadler Aldolph frowned at the Blue Bird Courier in front of him!

Although he had known that Moormot could not really handle this matter to him very satisfactorily, Wadler never imagined that Moormott would make himself so dissatisfied!

"Already reconnoitred, no signs of life!"

Throughout the report, only these two sentences are the key, but what does this prove? Prove that the one hundred and twenty-eight demigod mages are indeed missing or falling in vain?

Wadler pressed his eyebrows, and forcibly tried to scold him! In terms of strength and qualifications, he may not be as good as Moormott, but his status is above the other party!

"Sheehan, go get Aladdin!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Wadler still had to ask his henchmen to find his most powerful help. Although this was not his intention, once Aladdin was sent out, he, the head of the faction, really became a loner. But when such a big thing happens, he can't do anything, but there is really no one around him!

The Lucian School is named after Lucian, the god of law who was once as famous as Douglas, but in fact it has nothing to do with that person, so it has always regarded itself as the Hidden School so as not to be slapped in the face.

After tens of thousands of years of development, the name of the school has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the predecessors have long since passed away, and no one will go back to the bottom of it. In this way, the school gradually turned from dark to light.

In addition, there were several genius leaders in the school, which once made the entire school develop by leaps and bounds. Although there were downturns along the way, today, the school has developed into one of the several schools recognized by the entire wizarding world, and the first in the hidden world!

It's a pity that after all, not every faction leader is a genius. In many cases, in order to maintain the momentum of rapid development, even faction leaders have to make a certain degree of compromise and concession.

Of course, the cohesion of the Lucian school will definitely be reduced because of this, and now, there are many mountains in the faction, and there is no way to do it!

In the entire Lucian School, there are now more than fifty demigod mages, but the faction leader Wadler can only mobilize four or five people!

And among these four or five people, only Aladdin, who has a mysterious origin, is his most reliable right-hand man!

In fact, Wadler's ability to become the head of the faction was originally inseparable from the support of Aladdin, the second god of the school!

Without the full support of this demigod mage who can even enter the top 50 rankings in the world, Wadler, who has barely reached the level of a high god, wants to get his hands on the position of the leader of the Lucian School's faction, it is simply a fool's dream!

Not to mention that the withdrawn and proud Moult will not let him get his wish, even the first law god of the faction who has always been idle clouds and wild cranes, Bolt Evans, will not let him ascend to the throne!

As much power as you enjoy, you have to bear as much pressure as you want, so no matter how depressed Wadler is, he has to sit in this position, sit firm, and sit down!