Chapter 473 The Secret Gathering of Drow Mages (Part 2)
Just like every ordinary day, Khadrov appeared in front of everyone in the honorable form of the chief mage, and that iconic cloak was like him The second layer of skin is draped over the shoulders, showing the prominence and majesty of his identity.
This is a unique cloak called Pivafrey. Its deep color and complicated craftsmanship tell endless stories, and its practicality is beyond ordinary people's imagination.
This Pivafury cloak is not only a gorgeous piece of clothing, but also a magical treasure house, filled with countless precious magical materials and weapons.
The cloak is inlaid with a variety of pockets. The number is staggering. Each pocket seems to have an independent dimensional space. It can accommodate objects regardless of size, and it is orderly and casual. Take as you go.
It is said that the types of magic materials hidden in this cloak are extremely rich, ranging from rare star dust to the crystallized essence of thousand-year-old trees, from the eyes of the abyss demon to the scales left by the dragons.
The value of these rare objects even exceeds the total amount that most drow mages can search and see in a lifetime.
As for the weapons hidden in the cloak, they should not be underestimated either.
Whether it is a staff that instantly blooms with destructive power, a dagger that silently harvests life, or a legendary equipment that can distort the dimensions of time and space, they are all sleeping quietly in this Pivafrey. Waiting to provide endless support and protection to Haizhuofu at critical moments.
So, whenever Khadrov appears wearing the Pivafrey cloak that carries countless secrets and power, what he shows is not only the identity symbol of the chief mage, but also his understanding of the magical world. Deep understanding and immense awe.
The two shining wands hung like bright stars on the belt around Haizhuofu's waist. Their unique presence was impossible to ignore, as if they were declaring his extraordinary identity and power.
Although these two wands are enough to make people fear him, onlookers all wonder whether he hides more mysterious and powerful weapons under those layers of robes. .
However, it is not those physical weapons that truly constitute Haizhof's unparalleled intimidation, but his graceful and slender fingers.
His hands are like an artist's paintbrush, able to outline the runes of death on the invisible canvas of magic with incomparable dexterity and precision, a wave of destruction that even the most powerful warriors cannot withstand. force.
They weave complex and deadly spells, and every move contains unfathomable power and wisdom.
What's even more fatal is that the magic flowing from these hands does not come from some accident or chance, but is driven by Khazhov's talented mind, his deep understanding of the principles of magic and his excellent innovative application ability. He stood out among many mages and reached the pinnacle of magical power.
In many other civilizations, people like him can be kings and hegemons, so among all the mages in the ancient city of Orens, only Khadrov has the authority to convene such a gathering.
“For this city with a long history and full of mysterious charm, we mages gather together in an eclectic way, breaking the traditional shackles and conventional patterns.”
Khadrov opened with a deep and magnetic voice, as if his words contained the power of magic, able to penetrate and express the hidden resonance in the hearts of every mage present.
His eyes as deep as the abyss swept across the colleagues sitting around him and continued to elaborate:
"In the course of thousands of years in this city, the mages of our families have followed the ancient laws, obeyed the supreme orders of the mistress, and fought for the honor and interests of their respective families. This is undoubtedly regarded as the most important thing in the eyes of most people. It’s a matter of course.”
Chief Mage Haizhuof paused slightly and tapped the staff on the ground, causing an invisible ripple.
He raised a thick eyebrow, deliberately creating a subtle silence, as if to hint at the hidden irony - although everything seemed in order on the surface, driven by family interests, the mages' The aggregation is not motivated by the pursuit of knowledge or the understanding of power, but is bound by invisible chains and forced to become pawns in the game of power.
“But today, I am here to propose that perhaps we should reflect on this ‘taken for granted’, try to break away from the shackles of family interests, and truly let our magic serve this city, and even the entire Dark Region. Blessings."
Haizhuofu's words were loud and clear, like a bolt of lightning that cut through the fog that had shrouded everyone's minds for a long time, triggering deep thinking and inner shock among the mages present. "However, this seemingly extraordinary alliance construction is not without traces. In fact, there are precedents in the long history of history. The prosperous and mysterious city of Shamas is under the iron fist of the Drow Mage Alliance. Maintaining order and prosperity, they used wisdom and strength to weave a unique city-state picture. The magical power of the mages is like an invisible vein, deeply imprinted on every cornerstone of the city, proving the effectiveness of magical rule.
The same scene is also likely to happen in our ancient city of Orens. In this oldest land, there are countless powerful mages with profound magic power and profound knowledge. If faced with severe challenges or unavoidable difficulties, the mages of Ancient Orens City also have the ability to assemble into a force that cannot be ignored. Strength, and establish an organization similar to the Drow Mage Alliance to lead and protect our homeland. ”
The emotions of excitement and fear are like undercurrents under the night, whispering and echoing in this magical hall. Everyone’s moods fluctuate with this emotion, like magic runes jumping and twinkling in the air. .
Haizhuofu, the majestic and profound chief mage, the leader of the drow mages, raised his weather-beaten hand at the right time, and a simple but authoritative gesture instantly calmed all the confusion. Noisy.
His eyes are firm and profound, as if he can see into all the unknown and confusion.
"I emphasize it again!"
His tone was firm, and every word was pronounced. "If the necessary moment comes, the ruling council will definitely step forward and use our wisdom and strength to solve this city. Any difficulties faced."
His words were like a final hammer, finalizing the tense atmosphere in the hall, and at the same time injecting a shot in the arm:
"At this moment. , Our task is to wait patiently, observe carefully, and be ready to deal with whatever is coming."
He paused again for a moment, and everyone present understood the meaning of his words.
The ruling council - made up of the eight most powerful house matrons - seems to have become a memory.
"You, like me, all know the difficulties faced by the ancient city of Orens."
In a rhythmic and powerful tone, Khadrof continued to address the people gathered in the ancient stone chamber. The clan members discussed important issues related to the fate of the ancient city of Orens.
“As each of us drow here has a deep insight into, this ancient city that carries our historical memory and future, Ancient Orens, is facing unprecedented severe challenges. "
His words contained worries about the unknown predicament, and at the same time revealed some firm determination, "That is a dark cloud hanging over our heads, threatening the cornerstone of order and shaking the foundation of peace. Foundation.”
His voice paused slightly, and his sharp eyes scanned every drow present. Their faces looked particularly focused and dignified in the shadows.
“If this city falls into an endless whirlpool due to the power of chaos, then, as mages who control the source of knowledge and power, we will undoubtedly be the ones who maintain the city’s context, defend peace, and reshape it. The last hope and best choice for order and harmony.”
The chief mage’s words are loud and sound, like a warning bell ringing in everyone’s heart.
“We must be ready to take over power.”
Or... seize it!
These words were not spoken, but every drow mage seemed to hear them and remember them in their hearts!
(End of this chapter)