After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Chapter 83

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Floating City.

In the splendid building of the Wizarding Union, many wizards wearing various wizarding robes came and went in a hurry.

Even the originally spacious aisles have become crowded a lot.

"Excuse me, please let me go!"

A man said hurriedly, with a hoarseness in his voice that he had been working on for many days.

"This way! Hey! Rudolph!"

Another small-eyed wizard shouted at him from the other side, the glasses on the bridge of his nose slid down a little.

"Thanks, Walkley! It's been a busy few months!"

The two finally came to the door of a conference room, and Rudolph breathed a sigh of relief.

"I almost live in an office and drink more energy potions than water these days."

He rubbed his eyebrows and shook his head.

"Isn't it! I heard that someone has sent the latest news, and it is very urgent! You know, about the 'Abyss'. I guess it will be mentioned at the meeting later."

Walkley whispered as he walked into the conference room and sat down in one of the empty seats.

The round conference table was almost full of wizards, and everyone had a haggard look on their faces.

At the head of the round table sat an old man in dark blue wizard robes with short white hair.

Although he looked old, he was in high spirits, and his sharp eagle eyes shone with wisdom.

Not to mention that there is an obvious scar on his cheek, from his left forehead all the way across his right cheek, extending to his right lower jaw, adding a bit of sternness to him.

"The meeting chaired by the president himself..."

Rudolph murmured in a low voice.

"Okay, everyone, long story short. Recently, Dean Bryan of Snowberg Wizarding Academy sent us a key message, and we would also like to thank a respected ancient wizard."

As soon as the short-haired old man finished speaking, a piece of parchment appeared out of thin air in front of the wizards present.

On this parchment is a brief summary of the main points in Brewster's diary and manuscript: research on abyssal creatures, coordinates of plane passages...

Rudolph glanced quickly, his pupils shaking.

"As you can see, this is the information of the plane channel. The Wizarding Union has sent a 'special operations team' to investigate and verify. Now, we have been able to determine the reliability of the coordinates of this plane channel, and based on its location The characteristics infer the coordinates of other plane channels that may exist."

The president's calm and powerful voice echoed in the conference room.

He calmly looked around at the heads of the affiliated organizations of the Wizarding Union, and continued: "Since we discovered the traces of the 'Abyss' again three years ago, all defense work has been arranged in an orderly manner, Thank you for your efforts over the past few years. In order to avoid another tragic plane war, at the suggestion of the deans of the seven wizarding academies, we decided to take the lead and join forces with the Holy See of the Holy Light and the Knights of the Holy Light to block the plane passage. !"

Rudolph couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Although the expected result seems to be very good, if the abyss creature invades in the process of blocking the plane channel...

"I think you've all taken it into consideration, yes, we need to prepare for the abyss to invade again!"

The president raised his head and said slowly.

Snowberg Wizarding Academy.

"In that case, there is still the possibility of a war, right?"

Paris Geller wiped his face, and there was a hint of apprehension in his voice.

His gaze turned from the wizard Christina Black, who had just announced the arrangement of the Wizarding Union, to his companion, Addison Morgan, beside him.

Christina Blake listened to the rustling of apprentices in the auditorium, but did not say anything to stop it.

Recalling the peaceful life of these years, she breathed a long breath in silence.

In the midst of these noises, she even heard some wizard apprentices couldn't help but pray aloud, hoping that she could successfully be promoted to wizard before this operation.

"We have to consider the worst-case scenario, and that's true. If the abyss decides to fight back when the plane passage is blocked..."

Addison Morgan flipped a page of the notebook in his hand, raised his head and said something lightly.

"Don't worry. In the past few years, the Tower of Truth has done a lot of preparations. They have been trying to combine magic and machinery to exert more power, and the effect seems to be very good."

Cyril thought of the occasional message from Nicholas Cavendish, and comforted him.

Nicholas Cavendish left Snowborg Wizarding Institute a year ago to head to the Tower of Truth to pursue new research.

In his letter to Cyril he recounts:

"We have discovered more possibilities for magic! In many experiments, only a very small amount of magic power can be used to mobilize extremely large magic effects! In this way, any ordinary apprentice wizard can also perform a lot of magic. The power of a full-fledged wizard! That's amazing, isn't it? Thanks Merlin! I think it's a lot more interesting than studying magic rune reconstruction or something in the Academy! Of course, I have to admit that the basics of magic are important..."

"And the Knights of the Holy Light, didn't the wizard Christina say it, the Wizarding League has united the Holy See and the Knights of Light, and they have opened the Fountain of Faith to the Wizarding League and the Tower of Truth. Sufficient holy water is ours The advantages."

Warren analyzed calmly.

Among the wizard apprentices, Warren Abraham is one of the few wizard apprentices who chose to study the history of magic in depth, and because of this, he has more knowledge about the history of the Knights of the Light.

The power of faith bestowed upon them by the Goddess of Light is extremely special.

Although the power of faith of the Holy Light Knights is not as strong as the magic power of wizards in daily life, but in the face of evil and abyss, it has unexpected damage and purification ability.

"That's right. I bought a piece of soft armor made from the Tower of Truth and added holy water to it before. This thing is at least effective in resisting the pollution of seriously polluting creatures on the Wizarding Land. I added another one to it. The defensive wizard formation built by myself did not destroy the original stability of the soft armor. This is very good, it shows that wizards and wizard apprentices still have a lot of room for transformation after they get the defensive tools."

Addison Morgan took up Warren's words.

"Also, Wizard Christina also said just now that the Wizarding League and the Seven Wizarding Colleges have recalled wizards and wizard apprentices scattered on various continents, and the exercise will be held in seven days. Now the times have changed, and we have a unified Organize and deploy, we will fight side by side, and we will win.”

Paris Greer rambled about finding a reason to console himself.

Knights of the Holy Light.

"It's a long-lost battle atmosphere!"

Raphael, with dazzling blond hair, sighed with emotion as he lowered his head and wiped his silver shield with holy water.

"The goddess of light is above, I can't wait!"

His voice is gorgeous and bright, very pleasant.

The fluffy bright blonde hair is like a bright little sun, shining with eye-catching light.

The tall knights next to him glanced at the captain, who had been excited since they received the news, looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

Raphael rubbed his already clean silver shield so that it could be seen.

His bright eyes narrowed slightly, and he began to carefully try to wipe his sword, which was overflowing with silver light.

"How many times have you wiped this? Raphael?"

A burly knight with a big brown beard raised his eyebrows, and said in a loud voice with a little teasing: "We are not going to fight tomorrow, it will take several days to go to the Wizarding Land?!"

"I've never been to the Wizarding Land! Three years ago, when people from the Wizarding Union came to ask the Holy See of Light to cooperate with them in investigating the traces of the abyss, it was Achens and Levi and a few others who rushed to go."

A thin red-haired knight folded his arms around his chest and snorted a few times from his nose.

"Those abominable little fellows took advantage of my absence to find the head of the regiment and the archbishop and offered themselves a recommendation! By the time I know it, it will be too late."

The red-haired knight said with some dissatisfaction.

"I heard that the Wizarding Union sent their airship over here. I hope it's big enough to hold some of my precious white horses."

The brown bearded man was thinking, "Yes, I must bring my old helper!"

"Yes, MacArthur, your precious ponies are all on me!"

Raphael raised his head, revealing his handsome face that confused the big and small noble ladies of the capital.

Blonde men have an admirably good look, a handsome blend of sophistication and hormones.

The slightly messy blond hair decorated his cold and tough edges and corners, and the slightly raised eye end added a dashing temperament to him.

"Also, Gabriel! Stop talking about those little guys! They took me to complain about a lot of wizards' quirks since they came back last time."

Raphael raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

"Also, if you went to the Wizarding Continent that time, no one would be able to keenly find the traces of the abyss on the outskirts of Helenton. That would be a big loss."

After Raphael finished speaking, he clapped his hands and neatly drew his sword into the sheath.

He lifted his long legs lightly, and stood up gracefully, his whole figure was like a tall and straight green pine.

Raphael patted the red-haired knight on the shoulder, raised his chin toward his companion, and said, "I won't have a chance this time! But let those arrogant wizards see the strength of our Holy Light Knight!"

Undead world.

Cyril sat on the bone dragon Zok, looking down at the mighty army of undead on the ground.

The white skeletons seemed to form an endless gray-white river.

With the movement of the undead army, it looks like countless waves are rushing forward.

The soul fires of various colors flashing in the eye sockets of the skeleton people are like fine sand in the river, and they are clearly extinguished.

Brian's warm body was close to Cyril, and his arms were wrapped around Little Rose's waist from behind.

He glanced lightly at the shocking army of undead below, and stroked Cyril's hair with his chin.

"How? Do you want to try manipulating them?"

Brian's chin moved quietly to Cyril's ear.

While biting Cyril's earlobe gently, he asked slowly.

"Amazing!"

Cyril stared down and blurted out.

Can anyone really defeat such a powerful undead army? !

He fixedly looked at the thousands of troops below, thinking in his heart.

These skeleton soldiers and skeleton generals are eternally loyal, obedient and loyal to their masters.

And they are not afraid of death, and even as long as the master's magic is strong enough, they can recover their damage in a very short period of time.

"These are yours now."

Brian looked at Cyril with wide, beautiful almond eyes, his lips slightly curved.

"Everything is mine, everything is yours."

He kissed Cyril on the side of the neck.

"Don't worry about the anchor on your body, abyss creatures will not have the opportunity to approach you."

Brian's tone was light and flat, but it gave people a feeling of infinite gentleness and discretion.

As his voice fell, the bone dragon Zok turned his direction and flew towards the towering castle on the top of the mountain in the distance.

As if he had received some instructions, Zook carried the two of them past the large fiery red rose garden at a low altitude.