Age of Adepts

The day of the outbreak of the Devil Tide was like a prod to drive the huge machine in the middle of the continent that was filled with rust and rotting parts to start creaking and running slowly.

It had to be said that the middle of the continent was indeed the most densely populated and resource-rich region in the entire Wizard World.

Although in the past tens of thousands of years, the middle of the continent had been in an undisciplined and fragmented state. However, once it had a core to gather power due to its excellent genes, the vitality and strong vitality that it instantly glowed with made everyone who was familiar with it feel secretly shocked.

The Association Shamans who had once thrived in the central part of the country had also withdrawn to the east, and began the arduous and lengthy work of building a tower around that Murky Bottom valley.

If the great spatial rift in the middle of the continent was a slender lady, then the rift in the Murky Profound Valley that was in the middle of the seal was a mammoth elephant.

The size of the two sides were simply not on the same level, and the resulting headache it brought to the Association's shamans was even greater.

The Association Shaman who was in charge of building the tower in the Abyss Valley was on the verge of committing suicide!

To fit more than five High-ranked Sorcerer Towers in a small area of nearly a hundred miles, it was necessary to make sure that they would not interfere with each other and that the Elemental Altar could work properly. Such an unreasonable request was an insurmountable problem that was driving the association's director crazy.

The core component of a Sorcerer Tower is the Elemental Altar, which is hidden deep inside the tower.

According to past experience in the construction of the Sorcerer's Tower, the two elemental altars are close to a hundred miles apart, and the elemental disturbance between them, which draws magic energy frantically from each other, will trigger unpredictable energy resonance, thus affecting the stability of the surrounding void.

At that time, if the five witch towers built in the Murky Valley were operating at the same time, the spatial interference caused by them would probably kill them before the enemy could attack.

However, if they were unable to build a plurality of Witch Towers, it would mean that there would only be one Witch Tower in the Abyss Valley to support the elemental barrier for the witches when the tide of evil was raging. This support was still too thin against the fearsome star beasts with thick skin and fleshy flesh, sharp magic attack and amazing magic defense.

As a last resort, the Sorcerer's Association had to find another way, and set up an energy exchange pool a hundred miles away from the Mohu Valley, using this alien technology from the Austrian Empire to provide energy support for the frontline Sorcerer's Pagoda.

This could indeed prevent more Witch Towers from interfering with each other and operating at full capacity, but it also left a fatal flaw in the overall war layout.

It could be imagined that the moment when the magic tide broke through the space rift and a large number of star beasts and exotic monsters swarmed in would be the moment to test the courage of the Association's witches!

If something were to happen to the energy exchange pool at that time....

To be honest, the association executives simply didn't dare to imagine such a scenario.

Even the overwhelmingly powerful Sorcerer Association had to be trembling and cautious in the face of the demonic tide, and the other two organizations dared not take it lightly.

Surprisingly, the entire Wizard World was suddenly peaceful and quiet like never before.

All of the wizard organizations were building their ant nests like ants trying to hurry up and protect their acres of land before the rainstorm hit. Although they didn't make a big announcement to the public, but all sorts of cautious and crazy tower-building behavior still caused a lot of waves in the mortal world.

Time flew by....

It was only when eight years had passed and the witches were nearing the end of their preparations that the message of the impending demonic tide spread on a large scale in the mortal world.

And the one spreading this news was a group of madmen.

Yes, just at the moment when the magic tide was approaching, a group of crazy guys suddenly appeared in every major city, every small and medium town. Some of them claimed to be prophets, while others claimed to be dreaming of great wills, madly proclaiming to the people the arrival of a terrible era.

At first, the rulers and nobles of the human kingdoms despised them and threw them into prison. But oddly enough, the more people they imprisoned and killed, the more crazy people emerged.

In the end, even the top brass of these human kingdoms became suspicious and terrified.

With their wrists and political sense, they quickly noticed the wrong direction of the wind. This was because when they secretly inquired with those familiar witches in private, the answers they received were surprisingly vague and confusing.

Compared to the witches, mortals' memories and fears of the Demon Tide had become extremely vague or even ignorant with the grinding of the long years. The legends and information about the Devil's Tide in the mortal world had been destroyed by the Sorcerers, so they had no way of knowing how to deal with the impending danger.

Naturally, the guys who could become the ruling class of the human kingdom were no fools, and from the moment they detected the scent of danger, they began a different kind of 'escape'.

No one knew where would be a clean land or a terrifying battlefield, but there was always nothing wrong with clinging to the strong. Therefore, a large number of nobles had quietly sent their direct descendants or the more outstanding descendants of their own families to the towers where the witches were stationed.

After all, in their hearts, the Sorcerer's Gauntlet was a symbol of absolute power, and the last stronghold that would never fall!

The family could be frustrated, the territory could be lost, but as long as the 'roots' were still there, there was hope for everything.

The last two years passed by quickly....

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Northland, Tower of Destiny.

Two witches, one old and one young, stood silently in the center of the Astrological Hall, looking up at the dark and deep night sky.

There, in the deepest depths of the Sea of Magic, a strange wave of energy was stirring the sky and washing over the stars. The stars were shining and burning, radiating a radiance that was a thousand times greater than usual, illuminating the entire night sky.

These rays of light were intertwined with each other, as if an unprecedented fight was taking place.

One by one, the stars ran out of starlight, and finally became dim and obscure again. There were even some stars that swayed and fell, breaking through the star field and disappearing into the depths of darkness.

For a time, the beautiful as before radiant starry sky actually became so magnificent and brilliant!

"The demon tide has begun!"

Alice gazed up at the starry sky, her ivory crystal face so charming and beautiful under the starlight, while her sheared water pupils that were as bright as the stars were a direct reflection of the workings of the sun, moon and stars.

Although there had been anticipation and preparation for this scene, when seeing the deepest dark shadow in the night sky, it was still expanding, bit by bit engulfing the entire starry sky. Even with Alice's composure and serenity, she couldn't help but sigh in a ghostly manner.

"Teacher..." standing quietly behind Alice, this only sixteen or seventeen years old beautiful girl Lucia's face showed a hint of desolation and a dazed look, hesitating for a long while finally asked: "This magic tide erupted Is it something to do with the Austrian Empire?"

Having studied with Alice for so long, as a 2nd rank Astrologer and 1st rank Arcane Master, Lucia could naturally detect something from the drastic starlight changes in the starry sky.

"You shouldn't ask since you've already perceived it. All the answers you can only find on your own! Remember, as an astrologer who has dedicated himself to his destiny, fate is always with you. And all you need to do is simply let go of it and truly accept it!"

At that, Alice turned back to Lucia and looked at her quietly, sighing with a spoiled face, "Are you still not willing to give yourself to your fate?"

"My life and soul belong to the arcane! I will not dedicate myself to another object besides the arcane..." still Lucia was so determined.

Alice sighed grudgingly, "If you accept fate, fate is your weapon, your life, your everything! But if you reject fate, it is your greatest burden! Think about it..."

With a bright smile on her face, Lucia said aloud, "From the moment I was resurrected the first day, I had it all figured out. Everything I have belongs to the Arcane and can no longer be dedicated to anyone else!"

Alice sighed once again, no longer dwelling on the issue, and turned back to continue looking up at the starry sky. She knew that at this moment, there were countless powerful people from countless positions looking up at the same share of the starry sky.

And their hearts were probably filled with the same emotions as herself!

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Silver Alliance.

The clear and melodious sound of bells echoed and stirred on the Sky City.

Numerous silver-robed Alliance witches rushed out of their dwellings and laboratories, occupying all the rooftops and dew halls, silently gazing up at the starry sky that was burning brightly. In their hearts, they were all silently chanting that terrifying word filled with magic and awe.

Devil Tide....

After ten years of waiting and preparation, the expected demonic tide has finally begun to erupt!

The obelisk that was standing in the sky, with its base buried in the golden stone square and its upper end immersed in a powerful and strange vortex of emptiness, also shone brightly at the same moment.

On top of the stele, lines and columns of mysterious and mysterious magic runes lit up one after another, forming a gorgeous and beautiful ribbon of runic light that floated over the golden stone square.

This was the forbidden area of the Silver Alliance, and even those 4th rank councilors couldn't set foot in it without permission.

However, at the moment when the Berserk Tide erupted and the Obelisk produced a sense and began to blossom, two light doors lit up in the square at the same time, and from within emerged two elderly wizards wearing peaked hats, old witch robes, and wand in hand.

Stepping out of the light doors, they saw each other.

The old man on the left snatched his chest in greeting and said acerbically, "Welcome back, Lord Douglas...!"

The latter took a close look at the other's snow-white bearded hair and the old tortoiseshell glasses pinned to the bridge of his nose, and couldn't help but shake his head, "I knew you would be here. In the event of such a major event, you, the fellow who has taken charge of the Prophet's High Tower, will definitely appear. Tell me, what are you stopping me here for?"