The appearance of a large group of outsiders made the atmosphere around the city of Murmaster tense up suddenly.

Even in the Moon Sea region, which is controlled by the Bann Church, which is often in cahoots with the Searles, wariness and suspicion of the red-robed mages, a wizarding group that is notorious throughout Faerun, is also the opinion held by most people, especially since nearly two hundred official red-robed people gather in this place, if they want to make trouble, it will definitely be a lot of trouble.

However, the bureaucrats of Murmaster were not too nervous, and they were not ignorant of the matter beforehand - whether it was the rumors that were spreading everywhere, or the secret notification that the red-robed mage stronghold existed in the area, they knew that a high-impact wizarding gathering was about to take place here.

The local lord didn't say anything special, but ordered the guards to stay at their posts as usual, and now a group of guards stared at the southwest area outside the city with wary expressions—the meeting place of the large group of red-robed mages was not inside the city of Murmaster, but on the top of the hill outside the city.

This unexpected meeting place not only baffled the guards, but even the parties present at the meeting were unexpected, and they were blowing a cool breeze on the bare mountaintop, and they all looked with questioning eyes at Luran Bouvard, the convener of the meeting, who was standing in the middle of the mountain and looking south, as if expecting something.

Some red-robed masters with similar qualifications to him immediately questioned.

"Lu Lan, what the hell are you doing?"

The master of the Enchanted School, Lesos Most, glanced at the teacher who seemed to be playing tricks with displeasure: "You gathered all of us in this place, wouldn't it be just to blow the wind~ To be honest, this place is not good at all, if Sazastan wants to deal with us, this goal is too obvious." ”

"Rest assured, Lesos. Lulan Boire glanced at him: "Aren't you ready for the escape spell? I'm sure you must be ready, you must be, I think everyone here must be ready, since they are all ready." Why should we worry too much?"

Lesos Most snorted, and one of the lichs next to him opened his mouth: "Ah, the wind is so cool, I have to be glad I'm dead." Otherwise, let this wind blow for a while, I am afraid that rheumatism will attack again, and the memory is really unpleasant. Boire, anyway, we've been waiting here for an hour now, and ......"

"Whoever the protagonist is, it's not there yet. Isn't it? Lu Lan shrugged: "This is a meeting that will decide our fate, shouldn't we be patient?"

The divisions pondered for a while, then nodded, falling into their own thoughts, and the lich Cohen Fils sighed: "Oh, this is really amazing, that kid at that time is now the protagonist of this meeting. What a change in the world...... Lulan, just four years ago, we didn't even know his name. Well, he'd be twenty years old by now. ”

"There is never such a thing as age in the conditions for being the protagonist. Neil Delon said sarcastically, "This kid is good enough, so why should we let him be the protagonist, how can we care how many hairs he has on his mouth?"

"But...... The power of the upper realm, it's really unpleasant to think about. Cohen Fils sighed: "If one of the purposes of the power of the upper realm is to destroy the Red Robe Mage, it may not be a good idea for us to make him the protagonist, I hope that when we return to Cell, we will not become corpses or ghosts." ”

"So, you're inclined to Mistress Mithra?" asked Luran Bouvre.

The turn of the topic attracted the attention of everyone around him. Because this topic is what they are most concerned about right now - who will be the future leader of the Red Robe Mage Society?...,

At this moment, the mood of all the red-robed mages became extremely active, because this choice determined their future path.

"Yes, Boire, I have to say. What you have done in Hantu is very ......" Shi Anket Linsur frowned and thought about it, and picked out a word: "Sloppy, yes, a little too hasty, we don't fully understand this kid, he used to be a Searle, and he was also a red-robed mage, but is he still now? His position, and we really ...... Is it consistent?"

Hearing this, both Luran Boire and Nildelon had strange smiles on their faces, they looked at each other, and then stared at Ankert Linsur for a while, until the division's face showed a clear look of annoyance, and Luran Boire coughed: " Ahem, Lord Linsour, Mr. Sean gave a wonderful speech on this question of yours in our base, and yes, the question we asked him was exactly the same as the one you are asking now, and it was this speech that convinced me and Neil Dron, I think...... He is qualified to be our future guide. ”

Neil Deron nodded casually, although he didn't like Penny very much for some reason, but he also thought that this kid was so-so, and worthy of sitting in that position.

This answer made the divisions present fall into a deep groan, but the red robes at the lower level were talking about it.

"What if he was really brainwashed by the gods of the Upper Realm, wouldn't we be able to lure the wolf into the house?" Lethos Mhost shook his head disapprovingly, "Besides, he's too young, too young, and although Master Nildron has some point, 'young' is probably not a good factor for the protagonist we need......"

Neil Delon snorted and said no more.

Lulan Boire suddenly felt a little troubled, and the surrounding buzz seemed to show Penny's weakness in terms of prestige and seniority - many voices were skeptical of Penny's qualifications, abilities, and positions, but there were also voices that raised the suspicion of Mithrela, which often led to another round of more heated arguments.

Gradually, the whole mountain top became noisy, and the red-robed mage, who was not a kind person, once he made a quarrel because of a certain topic, it was a matter of a few blinks of an eye to draw his staff and recite a spell, and the teachers present certainly knew each other's virtues, and before the large-scale noise broke out, they walked around the place, stopping everyone who was about to attack the opponent of the quarrel with a threatening gaze.

"Nothing to talk about. Lulan Boire rolled his eyes and coughed, "If Sean wants to be the head of the Rulership, he must prove that he is not a puppet of the will of the gods of the Upper Realm, although he has sworn by the Theory of Origins, but we need him to swear again that he must always act in our interests when serving as the Chief of Rule, and if she is Mistress Misrila, she must first produce sufficient convincing evidence." Prove that you are not being manipulated by Sazastan. ”

This conclusion put an end to the dispute, and the teachers all nodded after deep thought.

These two relatively suitable candidates, there are some unsuitable places for this meeting. It is to give these red-robed survivors a result that is mostly acceptable.

But whether it was to become a puppet of the gods of the upper realm, or to become a puppet of Sazastan, it was not what they wanted, so the central topic of this meeting had been determined before it began.

After a brief silence, there was a sudden sound in the southern sky, a whirring sound from the vibration of the air. The noise was so loud that it attracted the attention of almost all the red robes.

They watched in amazement as a black dragon flew from the distant sky to the south, its long chant spreading through the sky with a thunderous tone, and the red-robed mages watched with some dazed gaze as the dragon approached quickly, and the amazing body of the dragon appeared above their heads—the half-voided dragon had a hideous appearance, and a few scales reflected golden light in the fiery sunlight. ...,

“...... Here it comes. Looking at the vague shadow on the dragon's back, which was barely clear, Luran Boire muttered in a low voice.

All the red-robed mages present were stunned by the appearance of the dragon. Soon something happened that made them even more stunned.

There was a whisper from the dragon's back, so small that almost no one could hear it, but every red-robed mage heard it—as if someone was deliberately muttering something indistinct in his own ear. The hearts of a few masters with profound arcane attainments continued to beat with this burst of whispering, and they who were more sensitive to the arcane law tasted the power-shaking arcane law from these inexplicable whispers.

Realizing that the spell might threaten them, they quickly lifted their bodies into the air, far away from the area covered by the whispering voices, and the red-robed mages of the lower level saw that the high-level mages had already flashed, and their instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm also made them make a wise move - immediately flew away.

As soon as the red-robed mages flew away, they saw a ray of light enveloping the mountain wall behind the peak they had just stood, and the mountain wall was blurred by the light. There was a strong vibration.

All the mages breathed a sigh of relief, the power of this spell was not directed at them, it always relieved them.

However, the effect of the spell soon surprised them, and although the light shining on the mountain wall became brighter and brighter, to the point that it was difficult for the human eye to see directly, it did not prevent the red-robed mages from observing. When they saw what was happening in the light, their mouths opened wide in astonishment.

The majestic walls and wide fields rose from the top of the originally bare hill, and the weedy wall gradually became a huge circular platform, surrounded by seats like a domed arena, and the shading dome on the upper level also quickly closed, and soon a palace-like semi-enclosed building rose from the ground.

Outside, splendid huā flowers bloomed, and layers of green grass paved the otherwise barren sand. The original barren mountains and mountains have become a beautiful nursery garden, and a Chinese watch that does not see any totem stands in the middle of this garden, and the dragon in the sky disappeared in a flash of light, and the figure on the dragon's back slowly descended from the sky to the gate of the newly established building.

Still amazed, the red-robed mages turned their gaze to the dragonrider, who looked unexpected, dressed in a red robe, with tattoos on the top of his head as bright as theirs.

Under the sunlight, they suddenly had a feeling that this person could not look directly.

"Everyone, the venue is ready. Pleased with the intimidating power he had shown, Penny smiled and extended the invitation in a voice that everyone could hear.

Of course, no one will refuse him.

The mages descended from the half-open dome into the ornate and elaborate building with a sense of amazement, and sat down one after another.

If one of the protagonists has already arrived, then the meeting has naturally begun.

Although there was a cold stone bench underneath the buttocks, the eagerness made the red-robed mages ignore it. (To be continued.)