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The city of Watan, the Tower of the Seven Sins.

The regular meetings of the Supreme Council were far less lively than the battles on the other side of the Sleeping Forest, and several mages were taking turns on the podium to give reports on the development of construction technology, the situation in overseas colonies, the preparation of textbooks for the Mage Academy, and other boring and lengthy reports, while the six mages sitting on the seven chairs opposite seemed to be tired of listening, but except for Kiscain, the others were all fighting their spirits. The old man even let out a slight snoring sound from time to time, and it was rare for a person of his age to have such a strong sleep function.

"That's it for today!" Singh announced the dissolution of the meeting, and soon the council table was empty, including the six Supreme Council Archmages, and the other councillors were tired of the afternoon's meeting.

"Is there an up-to-date report on Yatu?" Quentin had always been annoyed by the fact that he had not been assigned a hunting mission, and as a newcomer to the ranks of the Council Archmage for less than six years, he was always very eager to show his strength, both militarily and politically.

"Dagulas's final report is that they have ascended the 'Tower Eight' and headed straight for the Sleeping Forest, and judging by the time, they should have arrived. Aretha put down a report in her hand and pushed her glasses habitually, it seems that the source of Dagulas's habit of pushing glasses is here: "Yatu has not reported, according to his temper, he must have completed the task completely before giving a detailed report." ”

"You say he used that 'Tower Eight', do you need that to hunt down a small stream of wandering elves, and Atlas seems to have met an opponent!" Quentin's words were as sneering as his expression.

"Tower No. 8 is still in the experimental stage, and although great progress has been made, is it too early to put it into actual combat?" Kant asked in a shrill voice.

"That's just the opportunity to make a proper assessment of the actual combat performance of the 'Eighth Tower'. "The mage who spoke had a pointed skull, like a small mountain, and a circle of weed-like hair grew on the mountainside, and both the head and the hairstyle were as weird as they were.

"Master Tanolanti, have you given an order to the mages sent to the town of Virk to build the 'Tower Eight', as you said, the number of this battle may be very important. "Singh has spoken, and it seems that he is also very concerned about the situation of the so-called 'Tower Eight'.

"Of course, Archmage Singh. ”

"What is the mysterious creature hunted this time, this is what people care about the most!" Kant stroked his goatee, his eyes were stiff and he didn't know where to look: "In terms of personal combat ability, I think no one here is stronger than Yatu, or rather, Yatu is not weaker than anyone, but he can't be caught with his hands, which is really puzzling!"

"Elves are cunning, and they run away faster than they do on the battlefield. Quentin was somewhat unimpressed, though reluctant to admit that if he faced off against Yatu, there was basically no chance of victory.

"When Yatu comes back, he will know. Singh ended the discussion, and there was a brief silence in the room.

"Oh, uh, oh......" Kiscain woke up as he rubbed his hand against the corner of his mouth, "So, um, now, um, let's start the meeting, that, first of, about, uh...... What about people......"

The silence in the venue continued.

The towers alternate with huge claws of earth and stone approaching the forest. Trees were knocked down, including the one Joelis had just stared at.

What is it?!

Joelis had never seen such a large mobile construct machine, or a castle. The magic beam swayed back and forth, and when it shone through, Joelis had the feeling of being watched, as if the six-legged moving tower city was a living thing.

"It's here! get ready to fix!" shouted Yatu, who seemed to be excited by the blow that had just destroyed the Treant.

The tower lifted its stone feet and smashed deep into the ground. Under the terrifying force of the tower, the earth rose and fell like a wave—the trees around it had fallen as the six pseudopods had completely melted into the ground.

"What is this?" said the elven warriors who had arrived from the depths of the forest, staring in amazement at the dark cyan construction tower that stood like a fortress on a hill.

"Whatever it is - prepare for battle!" Joelis bent his bow and arrow, "We just lost Hunn!

"Damn the bugs!" Yatu quickly pressed a few times on the control table, and the others immediately cooperated.

The outer walls of the tower are constantly dismantling and reorganizing. More of the structure quickly staggered, and the parts that had been buried in the claws of the earth and stone spread out in the surface soil, and the floating soil formed a series of raised tentacles, combined into a large net, and then the metal pillars like giant spears broke through the earth, and in a short time formed a metal forest near the main body of the construction tower—bare and empty except for the smooth and straight trunks, of course.

Joelis dodged a spike that rose from the ground, and didn't think Argus would be so kind: "Spread out, everyone! Beware of these things!"

She instinctively sensed danger, like an animal in a trap.

The roots of the thorn became bright—and in the blink of an eye, they were hot and shining, like glowing tombstones.

"Get out of here!" cried Joelis.

A white point of light flickered on one of the construction pillars, and then jumped to another. Pale lightning bolts are connected like threads between the two spikes, as if they were the ends of electrodes that echo each other.

The Night Elf Archer who was about to pass between the two spikes became the middle link in the chain of light. His sturdy figure froze suddenly, and after a brief but violent convulsion, he had turned into a charred black carbonized human form.

The white light that jumped back and forth on the spike instantly formed a web of death of electricity and fire. The electric fire chased after any living creature in the Constructed Thorn Forest, not sparing even a single mouse, and even the lightning that was trapped between the many spikes was destroyed by the concentrated electric light, leaving behind fragmented black residue and wisps of scorched smoke.

Joelis narrowly escaped from the trap, and looking around, there were very few Night Elves who could escape.

Near-invulnerable fortifications.

The structure has dimmed again, and there is no life left within the confines of the metal thorn forest.

"Bastard—" Joelis was furious but couldn't do anything, and now he had to wait for the Treants and Elven Druids to arrive.

"Vulnerable. Yatu vented for a while, but now he was a little excited.

"It's amazing!" Dagulas manipulated excitedly, and even forgot about being coquettish.

"Hmph, that's nothing!" Yatu once again stopped Dagulas's nonsense with a fierce stare: "No need to compete with these insignificant little people, prepare for the next move!"

Terrible constructs. Morriel stroked the uneven stripes on the control platform, silent.

The control chamber began to rise - because the entire tower was rising. The combined, deformed, rising bottom bracket holds the main tower away from the ground like the pillars of the Garin Tower, and of course there has never been a cat fairy named Garin in this world.

Compared to the trees of the surrounding forest, the tower stands out from the crowd. The black and smoking corpses on the ground now look like just small black scorched blocks, the lighting beams at the bottom of the tower are projected onto the ground, forming a huge circular bright spot sweeping back and forth, and the hedras on the periphery of the tower flicker one after another, under the action of the magic they inspire, as if the space has been distorted, the entire tower is completely shielded by a transparent mask, and the people in the tower can even clearly see the birds hovering in the depths of the forest or the spots on the Tanoli coco spotted sheep wandering among the weeds on the plains after getting used to the sense of focus confusion caused by the mask。

Now there is no blind spot in the control room. Even the floor faded and disappeared - of course not really disappeared, and now the operators in the control room seemed to be standing high in the air, with an unobstructed view of the entire area, and a sense of satisfaction arose in control, as if the place they were in was the top of the world.

"There, there, found!" Dagulas shouted suddenly, pointing somewhere in the forest.

Her face was filled with the smile of a child immersed in the pleasure of burning small insects with a magnifying glass, innocent and cruel: "For justice and love!

A pillar of incandescent light that was not inferior to any kind of ninth-level magic at all erupted from the spire again. The pillar of light pierced through the dim sky and into the forest at a large angle.

Three steps and two steps, Pagu, another tree man who was rushing towards him, had just removed the canopy of the tree that blocked his view, when he saw an overwhelming white light coming towards him.

Pagu only had time to roll to the side, and several big trees were broken by him like dry firewood, and he would never have done this if it wasn't for the life and death - where the white light was covered, a qiē combustible material was immediately ignited, and the big tree's - green @ color # small ¥ said & net - very idle.

Forty-seven passed two days of idleness. Although he approached the town of Welker for a while, trying to make some trouble for Morrill - but after weighing the pros and cons, he gave up the tempting idea for the time being.

At this moment, he was sitting under the cliff with his hands crossed and resting with his head propped up, and the red fire in his eyes was only the size of a pinpoint, almost invisible.

The psychic cries of Filgas and the other demonic elves filled his mind, and if he were an ordinary person, he might have been driven crazy by this frenzied resentment. But Forty-Seven didn't block the mental connection between him and the elves, but tasted the fluctuations of their thoughts in some novelty.

For a long time, Forty-Seven didn't really have feelings, and at best it was just an imitation. Gradually, however, in addition to Moriel, Freys, Miria, Anton, Uther, and other people he came into contact with, he sensed something new from these demonic elves—something that could not be obtained by watching cartoons alone.

Guilty but not remorseful, obedient but dignified, crazy but graceful. All kinds of opposing and seemingly irreconcilable contradictions are presented in these demonized spirits at the same time, giving them a distorted beauty—forty-seven had never known before that a change in the body would bring such a big change in mind.

After all, he's just a fighter, not a philosopher.

Uther, that old bastard, said not to let us go near the forest. Didn't he think that he could be evened down by those tree people? Then let them do it themselves, what does it matter to me?

......

Filgas fell to his knees respectfully and responded with silence.

The elves won't be grateful to us, and maybe the Treants will lift up their feet and stomp you to death when they see you.

......

Filgas still responded with silence.

All right.

Forty-Seven stood up: "Let's go! Let's see what good things the guests have brought us!".