Chapter 472 The Secret Gathering of Drow Mages (Part 1)
Underdark Region, Ancient Orens City.
At that specific moment accurately preset by ancient prophecies, the ancient city of Orens, a majestic city hidden deep underground, intertwined with magical power and wisdom, was filled with tension in every corner. And a mysterious atmosphere.
Those mages who are famous and well-known in the magic world have followed the throbbing deep in their hearts that cannot be ignored, and quietly escaped into their own secret and magical private realms to respond to a An unprecedented call.
The residences of these mages are either hidden in fluorescent towers or in labyrinth-like chambers deep underground. They are all unique spaces filled with personal imprints and family glory.
They performed the ritual solemnly and devoutly, as if they were participating in a major event that determined the fate of the world.
In the palm of each mage's hand, he holds a small vial that contains endless energy. On it is engraved the emblem of his family that has been passed down from generation to generation. It is not only a symbol, but also carries the family's emblem. A deep magical heritage running through the blood.
They opened the seal with careful and firm movements. In an instant, the mist surging in the vial erupted like an elf emerging from a cocoon, swirling in the air, forming a stream of slightly shiny aisle.
These magical passages are like time and space tunnels, connecting reality and the unknown world, shining with a strange and alluring light.
As for the drow mages, their eyes were firm yet awe-inspiring, and their postures were tall but slightly nervous. One by one, they stepped into the magical door to the unknown and stepped into a world. A new chapter that may change them and even the entire Underdark.
In a haze filled with ancient wisdom and mysterious power, the drow mages gathered like bright stars in the same magnificent and huge entrance hall.
This foyer is hidden deep in the folds of time. Perhaps it is sitting peacefully under the stone roads eroded by time in the ancient city of Orens, or perhaps it is beyond the mortal world, in some distant and unknown place. The plane is shimmering with an alluring light.
In this endless and vast space, every inch of the air is permeated with a strong magical aura, as if telling the story of its owner, the chief mage of the ancient Orens City, Haizhuofu, the man who awes all mages. And longing for existence.
This gathering is not an ordinary gathering, but an unavoidable call of destiny. Every invitee knows that they have no other choice but to respond to this call.
Even the mages who belong to the third family, which is unique in the world for its magical power, are all gathered here at this moment. Their famous and powerful magic power seems particularly subtle at this moment, as if hidden in the sky. In the midst of inner tension and expectation.
The seven Archmages, who held high positions and served as mentors in the Warlock School and even the entire Magic Academy, were different from their usual calmness at this moment. They were each sitting on the luxurious seats carefully prepared for them. Although their bodies seemed calm, their hearts were like waves. Roiling ocean.
In the magnificent hall of the Mage Council, the drow mages stood solemnly and patiently.
Their eyes shone with anticipation and cautious interest. While waiting for the supreme chief mage to appear, they carefully looked at the long-lost companions around them.
Some of these people have been separated since their youthful years of studying magic together in the Warlock School, and their connections with each other only exist in ancient memories.
After all, in this cruel and competitive underworld, the drow mages always regard protecting their magical secrets and family glory as their first priority.
For the sake of their family's inheritance of power and glory, they are willing to hide their merit and fame and explore alone at the junction of darkness and light. Status and glory are given extremely important meanings in this world. Even in the bustling city mage guild, this law still exists like an iron law.
The badge worn on the chest of each mage is like a silent declaration. Those sparkling family emblems that symbolize the glorious history and outstanding contributions of the family are proudly inlaid in the most conspicuous position. , as if telling a legendary story.
At the same time, there are also some mages who are not so prominent but are equally powerful. They choose to wear jewelry full of magical power to express themselves. Those gems are as bright as stars, and the power they contain is like a whirlpool. So profound and awe-inspiring.
The entire hall is like a river of stars. Hundreds of gems bloom with a faint but lasting light in the interplay of light and shadow. Their colorful colors are shining brightly in the black and white cloaks of Pivafrey worn by all the mages. The smooth outer skin reflects a gorgeous picture, forming a picture intertwined with power and mystery, vividly showing the unique style of the mage group in this fantasy world.
Some mages also bring followers: spiders with eight scarlet eyes, shining strangely in the darkness, dark bats like groups of erratic shadows, quietly shuttling between light and shadow, their sharp hissing in the silence. echoed in the hall.
The magically modified beast has a peculiar form that blends machinery and biology. The magic energy flowing in its body vibrates faintly under its skin, like a living metal sculpture.
Not only that, there are also some mage followers who are even more heretical and terrifying. They are monsters from the bottomless abyss, little devils or even deeper and unknown beings.
These twisted and deformed life forms seem to crawl out from the deepest depths of nightmares. Their presence makes the atmosphere in the hall more oppressive and profound. It is a unique atmosphere mixed with awe, fear and curiosity. .
As the drow mages passed through the ancient door carved with complex magic circles one by one, this magical house carrying endless wisdom and power gradually became full of life.
Their figures were looming under the flickering candlelight, and every slight movement seemed to affect the magic particles in the air, making the entire hall instantly filled with a strong magical atmosphere.
The chatter of the mages was like a low chant, intertwined in this solemn space, and this noise seemed particularly depressing, making the atmosphere of the already deep hall even more calm and dignified.
All kinds of mages gathered together, some with eyes as sharp as eagles, and some with faces as calm as lakes. They each occupied a corner, sitting or standing, as if vivid magic pictures were frozen. In this hall where time flows.
When the last carefully carved magic chair, inlaid with rare gems, finally settled down with a mage wearing complicated robes and surrounded by a mysterious halo, his arrival was like the final chapter of a movement. The strong note officially announced that this magical event, which brought together countless wisdom and power, had reached its climax.
In this moment of rapid change, like stars breaking through the darkness, tearing apart the sky and breaking the silence, a majestic and solemn figure suddenly appeared in the deep and confusing nothingness. ——That is the chief mage of ancient Orens City, Haizhuofu.
I saw him strolling out of the invisible boundary calmly, as if crossing the boundaries of time and space. His figure gradually changed from blur to clarity, just like a portrait on an ancient scroll gradually being given life.
Finally, Master Khadrov stood firmly on the magic floor in the center of the hall that shone with bright magic.
His presence made the atmosphere in the entire hall reach an unprecedented level of enthusiasm and reverence, and also pushed this secret gathering of drow mages to a whole new level.
(End of this chapter)