Knowledge is power... knowledge is productivity and knowledge is money.
In the information age, almost everyone understands the meaning of knowledge. Beta knew that if the clone really inherited most of his knowledge, then he must have a deep understanding of this sentence.
Then it is not surprising that they evacuated the entire workshop magic tower library.
Of course, this is only one of the possibilities. It doesn't mean that people in this world are unable to undo the barrier he and Roland set up and use the back door directly. It's just that the probability of this is relatively small.
Beta picked up Medea and walked out of the barrier. At this time, a group of magicians in red robes were already standing outside the barrier, and they lined up in a row, looking very pompous.
Counted, twenty-one people. Peros, whom Beta had met two days ago, was standing in the back row, and in front of him stood two old men with larger and deeper magic power fluctuations.
As soon as Beta came out, an enchantment was activated immediately, trapping him inside. And the twenty-one magicians spread out, forming a semicircle around him.
Putting down the panda Medea in his hand, Beta looked at the opposite person and asked coldly, "What do you mean?"
Looking at the oldest magician with the strongest fluctuations in magic power, he slowly took two steps forward and said, "Your Majesty Beta, please explain the situation inside, and tell us by the way what happened. The Magic Tower has no intention of communicating with you. For the enemy."
Beta looked at the enchantment and snorted: "You trapped me here as soon as you came here, and you said you didn't intend to be my enemy?"
"This is just a stopgap measure." The old magician said indifferently: "We really want to find out what happened inside."
"Then untie this enchantment first."
The old magician shook his head: "We know that you are good at space teleportation magic, once this enchantment is untied, you will have to leave."
"It's quite interesting." Beta said blankly, "I asked you to come over and help you find out what happened here, but it turned out that the prisoner was treated the same way."
Although the old magician's expression was light, there was a kind of aloofness only in the eyes of the elderly: "Your Majesty, we just want to know the truth. The Workshop Magic Tower is our ally."
"No." Medea suddenly shouted from the side: "Mothers don't like you men in red robes. They always say that you are narrow-minded and always want to grab the books in the big library. I doubt you and The men who attacked us in front were in the same group."
Medea shouted this voice, and immediately hid behind Beta.
Beta snorted lightly.
The red-robed mages were a little embarrassed, but the expression of the old mage who spoke just now did not change at all. He looked at Medea with some surprise: "This black and white bear seems to be the work of the magic tower of the workshop?"
Beta was about to deny it, but Medea replied faster: "I am not a work, I am the child of mothers."
"Life puppet?" The old magician's eyes showed eager eyes: "It really succeeded?"
Being stared at with such eyes, Medea became frightened and immediately retreated behind Beta.
"Your Majesty, please hand over this puppet to us."
The old mage stretched out his hand while talking, and directly used the mage's hand, trying to grab Medea, but Beta made a faster move, and with just a wave, the opponent's newly formed spell immediately transformed into Basic elements of magic.
The old magician snorted, his face flushed a little. It was hard for someone to crack the magic with such a rough method, even for him, an element close to legend.
"What do you mean, Your Majesty Beta."
Beta said coldly: "I would like to ask what you mean, it's fine to trap me with an enchantment, but now you take it without telling me, who do you think you are?"
"I am the red-magic tower element Francis." The old magician shouted angrily: "The matter of the workshop magic tower is our business. We have the right to receive this puppet."
"Hehe." Beta sneered: "Tsk, how do you know that this puppet was not given to me by the Workshop Magic Tower."
"How is it possible, obviously everyone inside..." The old magician was stunned for a moment, and then his voice lowered: "It's a cheapskate, how could it be possible to give away such a precious thing."
Beta paused in his heart, he vaguely felt that the old magician wanted to say something else, but he wasn't quite sure.
"Anyway, this little thing is going to follow me now." Beta glanced around: "Get out of the way, or don't blame me for being rude."
Now that the opponent has put on such a posture, there is no need for Beta to say anything more.
"Your Majesty Beta, hand over the puppet to us first, and then tell us how to get in." Francis snorted, "Otherwise, I don't mind making some rude moves."
With a wave of his hand, the other twenty magicians immediately dispersed their mental power. This is a precursor to preparing to use magic.
Beta reached out and grabbed Medea, and directly put Medea into the art space of her mansion. The enchantment arranged by the other party can interfere with the teleportation, but there is no restriction on the portable space.
This action was extremely fast, and when the old magician found out that Medea was missing, he was furious and shouted: "Use restraint magic, catch him first."
Of the twenty-one people, ten are at the master level, and eleven are close to the master level. This kind of power, even if it is a legend, may not be able to go, and the opponent also has an enchantment, which has the upper hand. It stands to reason that Beta has no power to fight back at this time.
But Beta's heart turned cold, and immediately threw out more than a dozen magic scrolls in the mansion's art space.
While the scroll was still in the air, he jumped back, while holding his head in his hands, and rolled away on the ground in an extremely disgraceful manner.
When Francis saw this scene, he was about to laugh. When he saw more than a dozen scrolls thrown over, he immediately cast a magic shield, and at the same time sneered in his heart. Scrolls are very useful in low-level battles, but in In the battle of high-level strength, it does not play a big role.
This Pope Beta is indeed a legend piled up by faith, and he doesn't even understand this simple truth.
But as soon as the sneer on his face came out, the dozen or so scrolls exploded at the same time.
Each one is a strong Pyroblast... Although the power is indeed less than that cast by Beta himself, it can't hold more than a dozen shots to explode at the same time in this narrow barrier.
The rumbling giant direction and flames instantly submerged everything around.
The barrier broke in less than two seconds, and Beta rolled into a sunken pit before exploding, and then covered her ears.
The fluctuation of the explosion made the ground tremble. Five seconds later, Beta climbed up from the pit, the heat of the flames still lingering in the air.
Except for Beta, there is no one around who can stand.
Twenty charred corpses, as well as Francis, who was half kneeling, with eyes and ears, and blood dripping from his mouth.
Although he supported the magic shield, his internal organs were almost shattered by the magic backlash. If he didn't receive treatment, he wouldn't live for long.
Beta took out the long sword from the mansion art space and pointed it at his heart.
At this time, an anxious voice came from the air: "Please stop!"
Beta pretended not to have heard of it, and directly stabbed the long sword into Francis' chest.