My little country

Lilliputian, somewhere in the space-time sea is hidden on the lost continent near the space-time vortex.

This fairly ancient continent has since been favored by the first-class power, the Requiem Wizard Tower as the headquarters of the organization.

There is no longer the existence of the Morning Star Wizard on this continent.

Even to ensure that this continent will never be searched by other forces.

As a lost continent forever.

The tower owner of the Requiem Wizard Tower and several deputy tower owners worked together to seal the mainland will of this continent and return the native creatures on the continent to the Stone Age.

And whenever there are transcendents among the mainland natives, relying on their own experience, they are promoted to second-level transcendent knights or primitive wizards.

An alarm will be triggered immediately, leading to a new round of sweeping operations in the Requiem Tower.

Such a sweeping operation focused on destroying all the transcendents in a continent has become accustomed to the entire Requiem Wizard Tower as a traditional act of cultivating disciples.

And the continent similar to this space-time vortex, the Requiem Wizard Tower held no less than ten dollars.

Even with such behavior, to the intelligent creatures of the local mainland, these outsiders are a group of alien monsters, burning, killing and looting.

However, from the perspective of the Requiem Tower, being able to leave these native mortal tribes is already a manifestation of the benevolence and charity of the tower master and deputy tower owners of the Requiem Tower.

After all, you are the extraordinary, in case you hook up a trace of mainland consciousness and become the son of the mainland's destiny.What to do then?

Although speaking of it, the Son of Destiny on a continent, even the Son of Destiny on the Supercontinent, can be suppressed at hand for the Requiem Wizard Tower.

But in this way, the manpower and material resources of the Requiem Wizard Tower are wasted in vain. How uneconomical?

On the lost continent where the headquarters of the Requiem Wizard Tower is located.

The two white-robed wizards were flying at low altitude, patrolling the tribes of various races in the nearby area of ​​thousands of miles, whether there was any extraordinary breakthrough above the second level.

The older white-robed wizard, after flying for a while, first landed on the top of a high mountain, and then bathed in warm sunshine and breeze, looking at a nomadic tribe under the mountain.

Another young white-robed wizard also fell down and looked at the tribal tents:

"Is the Baritu tribe with the largest number of people nearby? I heard that their ritual prayers to our false gods mentioned that there are more than 30,000 people in their tribe, and there are more than 100 extraordinary people?"

"Yes, this tribe is developing very well, and its popularity is the most."

The older white-robed wizard nodded slightly, and then began to teach:

"However, don't believe too much in the prayers of the priests."

"These indigenous people who have lost the will and blessing of the mainland are all very cunning."

Speaking of this, the white robe wizard paused and continued:

"As for the extraordinary part, once the number exceeds a hundred, you can use it as a reference. These guys' steadfastness in believing in God will decline rapidly..."

"There is one more thing you have to know."

"Some tribes may have hidden some historical records privately, and learned from them that we still have the real role of false gods. Once these tribes find out, they must be killed."

"Including all mortals?"

The young white robe wizard was a little surprised when he heard this.

"include!"

The elder nodded affirmatively:

"I heard that there was a big basket, so even a kind tower owner had to agree to make this decision."

The young man didn't hesitate, and when he heard the tower master's approval, he completely believed it.

Then, he looked at the tribe at the foot of the mountain, a bit more greedy in his eyes.

"Brother, do you think this tribe will soon give birth to a great knight?"

"In our jurisdiction, this tribe is most likely."

The older white-robed wizard smiled, seeming to guess the careful thought of his companion:

"Why, do you want the blood and soul of this tribe?"

"Don't worry, brother, I only want the patriarch of this tribe, I won't fight with you..."

The young white robe wizard couldn't help but flushed, and whispered:

"It's not me, it's an elder in purple robe, who wants me to provide him with a hundred souls of nomadic girls."

"A hundred girl souls?"

The elder white-robed wizard was very knowledgeable and immediately understood that the elders of this companion were planning to refine a few high-quality female ghosts.

However, this is also normal. Their Requiem Wizard Tower faction is following the undead school, manipulating souls.

Not to mention that a hundred girl souls cultivated a few female ghosts as raw materials.

The white-robed shaman remembered that a strange object in the hands of the great tower master swallowed millions of living souls in the process of refining.

Even the main bone material is still used by dozens of legendary natives and thousands of first- and second-level transcendents.

Sometimes, the white-robed wizards secretly guessed that the reason why these lost continents of the Requiem Wizard Tower did not rush to extinction was not only used to train the new disciples of the Requiem Wizard Tower, but also that they regarded these continents as lower souls Source of material.

Seen as pastures with stockings.

In addition, these lost continents also have the function of hiding the base of the Requiem Wizard Tower.

He wondered.

They eat more than one fish, right?

"Don't be careless, remember the teacher's teachings, even if the opponent is the ignorant native supernatural, we must pay attention to it."

Looking at the appearance of the young companion, the white robe wizard coughed and added.

"Got it."

The young white-robed wizard nodded, but he didn't think so.

Although he has just been promoted to the second-level wizard, his realm has not stabilized.

But can there be a first-class power that cultivates the whole process the same as the one who fumbles through it on their own?

In fact, even if these indigenous wizards become second-level great wizards, their mana limit may not be as long as their first level!

And the witchcraft model that I learned, the opposite is even more likely to have a fraction.

Coupled with the witchcraft wonders, scrolls, inscriptions, etc., a gap in the entire witchcraft system.

It is normal for the wizards of the Requiem Wizard Tower to leapfrog and kill the natives.

Even if you really run into a siege and the situation is unfavorable, you can basically escape once your life-saving cards are played.

It is the lowest-level life-saving magic of the Requiem Wizard Tower, and it is not the second-level native wizard that can crack it in a short time.

"By the way, the tower owner seems a little unhappy recently."

After talking about the serious things, the two white robes began to talk about gossip.

The Requiem Wizard Tower is divided into four levels: gray robe, white robe, purple robe, and golden robe.

From the beginning of Baipao, a lot of training resources must be obtained by himself or his own team.

This also caused many wizards to care about the general trend of the Requiem Wizard Tower from the white robe.

After all, this is related to the future possibilities of oneself and others.

"I know some. It is said that the grandson of the tower master went to the mysterious iron forest in the city of miracles."

After the young white-robed wizard released an enchantment, he began to talk about the chatting of the elders:

"Originally everything was fine, although I didn't get the inheritance in the Secret Realm of the Iron Forest, I still remembered a lot of knowledge."

"The minimum requirements of the tower owner have been met."

"Wherever I thought, those few people didn't look at their abilities, probably because they were touted in the Requiem Tower so that they had forgotten their true abilities. They went to the high-level area and went to the holy dragon clan. The big demons Challenge the place of failure."

"Hehe, isn't this going to die?"

"The result is the same. I heard that those few people watched for half a minute, but they couldn't hold on and ran out."

"But it's useless to run out. They are still crazy. The official of the City of Miracles notified a golden robe elder who stayed behind, and then they took them back."

"After our tower owner saw the situation, he heard that he was so angry that the surrounding wizard towers moved several meters."

"This matter... just forget it? Our tower master and the deputy tower masters, are there any protests?"

The old white robe wizard was slightly startled, and asked curiously.

He was born low in the Requiem Wizard Tower, and there are many things that his companions really understand.

But when the young white-robed wizard sneered, he said with a hint of worship:

"They dare!"

"Ahem, brother, you may not know, the city of miracles is already recognized as a transcendent sacred land, a force far more terrifying than the top ten forbidden land-level forces!"

"what!"

"Better than the top ten forbidden lands?"

The older white-robed wizard updated his knowledge, and only felt that there was a word in his throat, I wonder if he could vomit.

Just when they struggled.

In the indigenous nomadic tribe at the foot of the mountain.

The high priest of the Baritu tribe is looking at the young patriarch sitting cross-legged in the tent with a trace of despair.

The patriarch of the Baritu tribe can be described as a generation of outstanding people, leading the tribe from weak to strong, and has created a set of exercises to make the tribe’s extraordinary riders multiply in ten years!

The young patriarch is even more incredible. At the age of twelve, he became a transcendent, and even more awakened his natural ability to control fire and wind.

The high priest almost mistakenly thought that the young patriarch was the one loved by the true god.

It wasn't until the high priest saw part of the documents provided by the patriarch and learned the truth about all the creatures on this continent.

The high priest looked at the young patriarch's gaze, full of hope, but fearful and worried.

"How long can it be suppressed?"

With a gentle smile on his face that looked like a statue, the young patriarch Yingwu extraordinary, asked the high priest.

"The Young Patriarch's extraordinary aura has grown too fast, I...I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress it for long, and the few strange things I borrowed are approaching the limit."

The high priest whispered a little worried.

The few priests nearby couldn't help but shout:

"Then the reverse!"

"The young patriarch opens the seal, he is much more powerful than the patriarch, right?"

"Yeah, we might win!"

The priests spoke lightly. The high priests who participated in the pilgrimage knew very well that the Requiem Wizard Tower was not that simple.

It's by no means as simple as the white-robed wizards they usually see.

The magnificent wizard tower was so high that it could not be seen in the clouds.

It caused an extremely shocking visual impact to the high priest.

It also made him afraid to be arrogant.

The young patriarch waved his hand:

"It's okay, I know, our current preparations are far from enough."

"Don't worry, if the time comes, I will choose to dictate myself and I will never give the Requiem Tower a chance to cleanse it."

"Fortunately, I have lived for so many years and improved the cultivation system of our family."

"I believe that my latecomers will be... much stronger than me!"

When the young patriarch said these words, his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.

It also made the high priest and other priests bow their heads in shame.

These people, in many cases, can be regarded as the pseudo army that helped the Requiem Tower rule.

In the annual blood sacrifice, the white-robed wizards who came to inspect the sacrifices of the souls were also performed by them.

The high priest was very touched, but didn't think that relying on the efforts of these ant-like natives, they could fight against these behemoths from outside the region.

All struggles may end up in nothing.

But if you don't struggle a few times, it would be too boring, right?

Just when the high priest and others believed that the pessimistic future could not be changed.

Suddenly, the whistling sound of violent wind came from afar.

The sky was clear, and suddenly there was heavy snow.

In the heavy snow, there was a faint cry of crying!

"what happened?"

At the top of the mountain, the two white-robed wizards immediately noticed the anomaly.

The young wizard was still a little excited, thinking that some native wizard was at work.

He had reason to help the elders to gather up a hundred nomadic girls' souls in advance.

In the next second, the two white robe wizards immediately realized that this vision came from the area where the Requiem Wizard Tower was located.

"It's the headquarters!"

The old white robe wizard was sweating all over, and under the blizzard, whispered:

"How could something happen to the headquarters, the tower owner is not there, and there are at least two deputy tower owners guarding..."

"I'm afraid it's those crazy guys that have a problem."

The young white-robed wizard immediately thought of the content of the water just blowing.

Guessed the most likely link.

This is also in line with the wizarding worldview.

It is impossible to be really crazy after all.

The most likely is that it was spiritually contaminated by evil gods.

In a sense, this kind of pollution is a kind of empty coordinates, and it is reasonable to attract evil spirits.

It's just that the pollution comes from the inherited wonders of the creators, how can these unclean things be attracted?

Is there anything that is also interested in the sources of these pollutants?

Just thinking about it.

The broadcast of the Requiem Tower suddenly sounded, and all the wizards of the Requiem Tower on this continent were able to hear the broadcast content.

A few seconds later.

The white-robed wizards all changed their colors, no longer caring about the task at hand, and went to the nearest wizard tower.

The two white robes on the top of the mountain just got up.

The young white robe suddenly called out: Wait!

Immediately, the elder saw that the young white robe took out two crystal balls that could leave the space to soak.

He nodded slowly, and approved the young white robe's idea.

Sure enough, instead of running to the Wizard Tower, resisting the fallen Mother of Shadow came.

Taking advantage of the Requiem Wizard Tower battle, leaving this lost continent to hide, the survival rate will obviously be higher, right?

at the same time.

In front of this lost continent, a large shadow swallowed the faint light in the turbulence of time and space, and quickly spread over it.

The thoughts of the Requiem Wizard Tower kept colliding with this shadow through the time and space vortex.

But they were unable to stop the advancing speed.

They can only call for support while preparing for the worst.

At the same time, those who went crazy were also included in serious suspicion, and were temporarily imprisoned in a small secret realm.