The death cloud technique dissipated after being maintained for five minutes, and the magic hall of the wizard's tower had turned into a place of death and blood.
The vines shattered by the fireball fell to the ground, restoring their original fragile appearance. The corpses of several wizards and attendants were cracked by the explosion, and the flesh was charred and stinking.
The gorgeous chandelier hanging on the top of the hall fell down, and the light stand over five meters in diameter fell into a pile of twisted iron frames. The broken crystal lampshade was flying everywhere.
The floor was originally painted with twinkling stars, but at this moment it was hit by dozens of arcane bombardments, cracking like a spider web, leaving traces of pits and pits.
Seven or eight wizards died in the hall, including the chief of conjuration and members of the wizard group. This is no less than a major blow to Coldwind City, because it is too difficult to train wizards.
The most deadly and injured were the wizards and attendants, who were hired to defend their employers, but they were caught in a deadly battle that was hard to escape. They were unable to teleport freely in the wizard's tower, and they suffered bad luck after being enveloped by the death cloud technique.
The poison made the tragic situation of the dead difficult to describe. The corpses were distorted into an unconventional appearance, the pupils were widened and bloodshot, and his face was extremely painful.
In addition, the number of injured escaped is unknown, at least two or three times the number of deaths.
Zhou Qingfeng almost won. Even he himself didn't realize that victory was so easy. The so-called chief of the wizarding group is usually too bluffing, and they really can't show any strength in the fight.
"Master, you are injured." After the battle, Irene returned to the magic hall with the goblins.
During the battle, Zhou Qingfeng was like a magnet of firepower, attracting more than half of the opponent's attacks. In addition to a group of wizards and attendants rushing up, at least a dozen arcane spells hit him.
Seven or eight magic missiles were blocked by the shield technique, and a beam of lightning was hardly resisted. Other curses, petrification, charm, and freezing, some are exempted by perfect bodies, and some are blocked by stone walls.
Fortunately, I didn't encounter unreasonable attacks like Dissociation, and there was no irresistible arcane spell above level 7, saving 3,200 points.
Irene gave a treatment for minor injuries to help Zhou Qingfeng recover. He also casually made holy water and poured it on his head.
It was only when he raised his arm that he realized that besides his clothes torn by lightning, he did not know when there was a slender arrow on his shoulder.
There are still barbs on the arrow, stretched out and pulled out, bringing out a wave of black blood. The blood quickly returned to normal, but the wound was heavy and bones were visible.
This is the memorial left to Zhou Qingfeng when the chief of plastic energy Rao escaped. That guy probably improved the magic-level'Arrow Shooting' technique, and came up with a poisonous arrow with a burst effect.
Zhou Qingfeng also hit a shot of "Dispel Magic", the protection of the arrow was eliminated, and he was hit by the instant arrow.
Of course, Rao is not comfortable. As he teleported to escape, the Adamantite Flying Shuttle broke through his defenses, opened a hole in his back, and almost pierced him.
Irene found a silver knife and cut open the wound on the owner's shoulder. He weighed the incomplete arrow in his hand, and after throwing it away, he said to Mondino: "You are here to take over the wizard's tower and clean up the chaos.
It is now not allowed to exist. Either join us or be our enemy. This is true even for noble wizards.
Tonight’s battle was an accident, but if we win, it is inevitable. There is no need to show mercy when it starts, and I will make an announcement to the whole city. "
The Magic Hall itself is the hub for teleporting to all levels in the tower.
Zhou Qingfeng stepped past the layers of corpses and solidified black blood, and stepped into the portal to the prophecy system.
This is a door frame made of stars and fog. After passing through, the field of vision went dark, but the sky and the earth suddenly enlarged.
The prophecy is located on the top of the wizard's tower. It is isolated from the inside and outside by a transparent force field, but you can see the sky and stars when you look up. Bow your head..., the entire Coldwind City is under your feet.
The Department of Prophecy has high requirements for qualifications, and the number of students in the entire department including apprentices is less than ten. But the prophecy chief is firmly ranked first among the eight major factions.
Shumei Sophia followed in and turned around the top of the tower.
"Master, here you can monitor the whole city. It is the best command point during wartime. The group of Rao really dare not let you control this place at will."
"Can I speak to the whole city?"
"of course can."
The top of the prophecy tower looked like a bare platform with nothing.
Sophia floated to the center of the top of the tower, with a lighter hand, a closed circle appeared. She frowned and pondered for ten seconds, and her fingers moved quickly on the circle.
The magic circle was unlocked after half a minute, and the entire top of the tower immediately deformed.
The ground cracked, and a huge astronomical observation telescope rose up, and the transparent isolated force field turned into a dome, revealing exquisite and gorgeous star patterns.
Moving walls continue to appear around the empty tower top, forming dozens of spaces for different purposes. Library, meditation room, prayer room.
The huge astronomical telescope on the top of the tower was lifted out of thin air and became an independent observatory. A hemispherical real-life sand table appeared behind the telescope.
Inside the sand table is the five-kilometer view of Coldwind City and its surroundings.
Oh..., Zhou Qingfeng stood in front of the real sand table and made a surprised sound, "This looks really high-end."
Sophia raised her head proudly, "Old Bank hid this place, he thought that no one would be able to use this place. But his level is too bad in front of me."
Shu Mei smiled and released a'amplification technique' trick for Zhou Qingfeng, pointing to the real sand table and said: "Master, please. You can speak to the whole city."
Hahaha... ..
Zhou Qingfeng expressed his gratitude to his maid. After coughing lightly, he looked at the miniature real-life sand table and said loudly: "The residents of Coldwind City, I disturbed you late at night.
I’m Victor Hugo, speaking to you in the Wizard’s Tower.
An accident happened tonight.
In order to maintain its evil and decadent rule, the noble master of Coldwind City flagrantly launched a despicable assassination on our side. But their clumsy methods suffered a shameful failure.
When I wanted to track down the murderer, the running dog wizard of the noble master stepped forward to stop it. They don't care about fairness and justice at all, they only care about their own interests.
For a long time, the rich and powerful in the city have repeatedly oppressed the low-level civilians with heavy taxes, complicated labor, and unreasonable privileges. They are arrogant, greedy, and self-righteous, and they have committed countless heinous crimes.
The nobles thought they were noble and that their rule would last forever. What a ridiculous idea.
Because now it's all over.
No matter what the long-legged family, the Arad family, the Lehman family or the Minos family, they are like rotting corpses in a coffin, always exuding a disgusting stench.
I have repeatedly endured the existence of these incompetent maggots, trying to please them and appease them, hoping that they can reform and realize their mistakes.
But I was wrong. I'm too naive. I actually believe that jackals will not eat sheep one day, that nobles can discover it with their conscience, and that their kindness can move evil.
I was so wrong.
I understand that the only thing I can rely on is not the aristocratic nobles, but the poor people who are suffering. It's you, ordinary craftsmen, vendors, farmers, and hired workers. I can only rely on you.
I cannot allow my greedy ambitions to get out of control, I cannot ignore tyrannical evils from punishment, and I cannot indulge disorderly power to do evil.
I will abolish all the privileges of the nobles in commerce, land, and law, let the slaves restore their personal freedom, and give the poor people basic living security.
I want Coldwind City to have no more head taxes, no forced labor, and all unfair debts borne by the civilians will be voided.
I will confiscate the property of all the nobles in the city, retry the backlog of cases, restore the reputation of the oppressed and humiliated, and prosecute the sins committed by the nobles in the past.
I want to cut with the old forces and fight them to the end, endlessly. "