night.
In the core area of the White Stone Tower complex, there is the third building of the six-tooth tower that is connected to each other and is tens of meters high, and the top floor hall.
Here, there are densely packed torches on the four walls, and hundreds of candles are lit on the large crystal chandelier hanging from the top. At the same time, there are several groups of light created by magic floating around, illuminating the entire hall.
A meeting is taking place in the hall.
There was a long table on the blue stone platform. Sitting on the middle seat behind the long table was a man wearing a black robe. He looked to be in his forties and had an ordinary appearance, but he exuded a powerful aura that enveloped the entire audience.
His name is Haimen-Haimen Bast, and he is a high-ranking member of the White Stone Tower.
Around him sat Mephiles and all the other high-ranking wizards from the White Stone Tower, and the atmosphere was very serious.
In the semi-circular seating area opposite the bluestone platform, hundreds of seats were filled with people, and there were still people standing. It was obvious that far more wizards were participating than before.
Everyone is looking at Haimen, waiting for something.
Under the gaze, Haimen finally spoke up: "Well, let's start the meeting. I don't think I need to say more. Everyone already understands the situation, whether they are people who are in Baishi City or those who have rushed back from outside. .
It is obvious that our White Stone Tower is now under the greatest threat. An unknown force is attacking us, and we have suffered heavy losses. Therefore, we have to mobilize the dispatched forces to come back to defend the opponent, and find ways to find and eliminate the opponent. "
"This is a big deal." Haimen continued, his voice was calm but with convincing power, "This is the biggest deal for our White Rock Tower at present. Previously, many of us were busy with the East Coast Exchange Conference, but now You can put it aside for now.
It doesn't matter if we don't take good care of those who come to our White Stone Tower to participate in exchanges. The most they can do is complain and damage our reputation. But if we fail to handle the invasion, we will not only lose our reputation, but also our foundation. "
"By the way, Xander, you told me before that other wizard organizations behaved a little abnormally during the exchange meeting. What's going on?" Haimen turned to face the person next to him who was also a senior member of the White Stone Tower. asked.
"That's it." The person being asked spoke up, "We were attacked this time. According to common sense, people from other wizard organizations who come to communicate with us should have a falling out, but... Although there has been a falling out, it's not like As expected.
That said, they've calmed down a bit. The information collected by my people shows that many locations of wizard organizations seem to have been attacked, but not as severely as what we have here.
In other words, the people from other wizarding organizations who are still in our White Stone Tower have probably received the messages from their organizations. They were so quiet and didn't seem to leave in a hurry. Apart from trusting us which is not worth mentioning, they were just trying to learn more about the strength that attacked us. "
"You mean..." Haimen narrowed his eyes, "The other wizard organizations may also be attacked by unknown forces. It is very possible that the forces attacking them are the same ones that invaded us?"
"Yes." Xander nodded.
Haimen's expression became solemn, he was silent for a while and spoke, looking at the people attending the meeting, he said: "I don't care what the situation is, whether the forces that invaded our organization and those attacking other wizard organizations are the same, or whether the enemy's How powerful we are, but we must deal with each other!
The White Stone Tower is here and will not retreat, let alone escape. Since someone bumps into us and wants to cause trouble, what we have to do is to eliminate them. It's that simple! Do you all agree? If so, vote by a show of hands. If you disagree, you can express your dissent. "
As soon as he finished speaking, all the wizards on the seats raised their hands.
"Very good." Haimen said. Suddenly, he caught something from the corner of his eye. He turned his head slightly and looked at Mephiles, the only one in the field who didn't raise her hand, and frowned slightly.
"Mephilis, do you have any objections?"
After a night of fighting, Mephiles was obviously seriously injured. She was sitting in her seat with her head lowered and her face was pale. The aura exuding from her body alternated between strong and weak, which was extremely unstable.
After hearing Haimen's question, Mephiles's face quickly flushed with blood. She slowly raised her hand and said, "Of course I have objections! That is, it is not to eliminate them, but..."
"Pah!" Mephiles clenched her fist, and the violent aura from her body spurted out, and said with a stern look, "But crush these bastards who don't know where they came from! Grind their corpses into powder, Use them all to feed the fish!”
"Forehead… "
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In the night, after a brief period of silence from the Six-Tooth Tower, the roars of many wizards suddenly came out.
"Crush the bastard and feed it to the fish!"
"Feed the fish!"
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Under the same night.
A tavern somewhere in White Rock City.
The short wizard Armstrong, limping, walked in with some difficulty. He looked at the man sitting in the corner and was eating marmalade with a look of enjoyment on his face, and frowned.
"Why don't you attend the meeting?" Armstrong asked aloud, sitting opposite the marmalade man.
"Bah-"
The man eating marmalade held a spoon, scooped out a large spoonful of marmalade, put it into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, then raised his head and said to Armstrong: "I am a wounded person, well, a seriously injured person, so I have a reason not to attend the meeting. of."
"Then why don't you run away to heal your wounds, and why are you still eating here?"
"Why are you eating randomly? This is the most delicious marmalade in the world. Do you want a bite?"
"Forget it." Armstrong waved his hand and refused with some resistance.
"Alas." The man eating marmalade sighed, full of regret, "Another poor person who doesn't know how to eat."
"Okay, let's stop chatting. I was specially sent to inform you of the meeting's decision. Everyone has voted and is ready to use all their strength to deal with the previous intruders." Armstrong said.
The man who ate the marmalade took another mouthful of marmalade, nodded, and said without any surprise: "It's normal. It seems that the people above are really angry. However, I don't think much of it."
"What, you think you will lose?" Armstrong raised his eyebrows slightly, "No way, we were careless before, but now that we have gathered the power of the entire White Stone Tower, we are still no match for the opponent?"
"It's hard to say -" said the man eating marmalade, "In my opinion, even if you don't lose, you will win miserably, miserably... Of course, this is just an unreliable hunch of mine."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"What do you think I should do?" The man who ate the marmalade took another spoonful of marmalade and said to Amstari, "Of course, eat more marmalade - one bite, one bite less."
Armstrong was silent for a while, then stood up and walked toward the door. He paused briefly at the door and said, "Be careful."
"Will do… "
Armstrong left, and the marmalade eater put the marmalade into his mouth. He just swallowed it, and then coughed violently.
"Cough cough cough..."
Blood spurted out of his mouth, staining the remaining half of the bowl of marmalade red.
For a long time, the man eating marmalade stopped coughing. Glancing at the blood-red marmalade, he first shook his head with a pity expression, then stretched out his spoon, scooped it into his mouth and swallowed it.
"Tsk, it tastes pretty good."
After taking the last bite, looking at the marmalade on the spoon, the eater slowly made a sound.
"Shanara, I promise you, I won't give up this time, I won't give up..." Macbeth said, ate the last mouthful of marmalade, stood up, and staggered out of the store.
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