Wizard, I have a game board.

Chapter 245 Distance creates beauty

November 3799, 1 of the Wizarding Calendar.

Milton Continent, in the study on the top floor of Francis Wizard Tower.

Francis separated his mental power from his sea of ​​consciousness and temporarily stopped his research. He took out the mainland communicator and began to deal with the chores that had been piling up for a year.

[On March 3798, 3 in the Wizarding Calendar, three fifth-level thunder spirits in the Blood Thunder Plane rebelled collectively, instantly killing twelve fourth-level thunder spirits. Speaker Theo then rushed over to stop them.

Now, Chairman Theo has imprisoned the three rebellious fifth-level thunder spirits in the Theo Wizard Tower, and informed the Alliance Headquarters of the matter, seeking your advice on how to deal with it. 】

"Is the fifth-level thunder spirit rebelling?" Francis frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he found Theo's communication number and sent him a message. The message was very simple, with only two words, that is, "kill".

Since the 1400th year of the Wizarding Calendar, in the past nearly 2400 years, the number of rebellions by the three hundred fifth-level creatures in other dimensions conquered by the Wizarding Alliance was not many, only more than ten.

For extremely valuable rebellious creatures from other dimensions, he would coordinate with the Speaker who had a need for such resources to keep them in captivity.

As for those that are not of much value, they are naturally just killed and the matter is settled.

After dealing with the matter of the Blood Thunder Plane, he continued to scroll down.

[On January 3798, 1 in the wizard calendar, the Blue Sky Plane has completely surrendered and is ready to move mortals to settle there.]

[On January 3798, 1 in the wizarding calendar, the gravity of the negative pressure plane has been adjusted by Councillor Lid.]

[January 3798, 1 in the wizarding calendar.]

Francis patiently read through the reports, one by one, and sometimes made decisions such as relocating mortals, building a new ecological environment, and constructing a wizard academy city.

It took him half a day to finish all the chores.

"The time predicted by Lor is approaching." After dealing with the trivial matters, Francis looked at the time displayed on the mainland communicator, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

According to what Lor said at the time, the Silver Wolf would arrive around the 4,000th year of the Wizarding Calendar.

Of course, since the Wizarding Union has not opened up many planes now, this time will probably be pushed back, but it shouldn't be pushed back for long.

In any case, we have now reached the critical point where the war is about to begin.

It's time to make the necessary preparations.

"Perhaps it's time to announce this news and lift the restrictions on learning those forbidden techniques?"

This thought flashed through Francis' mind, but he shook his head slightly, "No, the restrictions on forbidden techniques cannot be completely lifted. Forbidden techniques that can be used against enemies are fine, but those that are only effective against wizards must still be banned."

"Also, the expansion of the plane should be temporarily stopped. The war plan should be activated. The current outer plane should be set as a border plane. All living beings should be relocated and war fortresses and various magic arrays should be installed."

"Well, it's about the expansion of the plane. I have to talk to Lor in advance."

Having made up his mind, he flipped through the mainland communicator, found Lor's number and initiated a communication request.

Over the years, Lor has been carrying out spatial imprinting of the wizard plane, so he can be contacted at any time, so there is no need to make a special appointment.

A moment later, the communication was connected and a light curtain appeared in front of Francis.

In the light curtain, Lor stood at the bottom of a deep sea, with an unhealed space crack beside him.

"Speaker Lor, thank you for your hard work over the years." Looking at the space crack beside Lor, Francis involuntarily took back the words that were about to come out of his mouth and turned them into a word of comfort.

In the past three hundred years or so, except during each parliament, Lor has never stopped, in order to leave a backup plan for the wizard plane.

Although he has to take out some time every year to handle chores, when it comes to his contribution to the Wizarding Union, he is definitely not as dedicated as Lord, even if the previous three thousand years are included.

Therefore, when facing Lor, he suddenly felt a little ashamed in his heart unconsciously.

"Ah?" Lor looked at Francis blankly and asked, "What's the matter?"

This guy sent me a message out of nowhere, just to say thank you for your hard work?

Too busy?

"Compared to your contribution to the Wizarding Union, I feel that I may not have done enough." Francis said frankly with a wry smile.

"I'm doing this for myself." Luo Er shook his head speechlessly, "Let's talk about business. You can't possibly come to me just for this, right?"

He really didn't expect that Francis would be so entangled in this matter. He really has so much free time.

"Ah."

Francis took a deep breath, suppressed the inexplicable shame in his heart, and his face became serious: "Now it is almost close to the time you predicted. I want to stop the plane expansion and turn the current edge plane into a border."

"Remove most of the restrictions on forbidden techniques, announce to all wizards that the Silver Wolves are about to invade, and prepare for war. What do you think?"

"It is indeed time." Lor nodded, and then asked, "But I have a question. Does the lifting of most of the restrictions on forbidden techniques include my Great Meteoric Spell?"

"Of course."

Francis explained: "In fact, the main reason why it is most and not all is that some forbidden techniques are only effective on wizards. If they are really released, it will do no good at all."

"As for your Great Meteoric Art, if a three-ring space wizard learns it, it can help a fourth- or fifth-level war fortress quickly kill the enemy's fourth- or fifth-level creatures. It is obviously more beneficial than harmful to use it at this time."

"Okay, I'll post the modification plan for the Great Meteor Spell after the Grand Council next year." Lor said with a smile, "There are 122 three-ring space wizards in my wizard tower now. I believe that after they change the volcanic eruption magic into the Great Meteor Spell, they will perform well in future wars."

The gap between the volcanic eruption witchcraft and the great meteorite witchcraft is not that big. You only need to integrate a fire barrier witchcraft into it again in a specific order and reshape the core nodes to complete the change.

And because of the orders that Lor had already written into the textbooks, all space wizards would reserve an apprentice wizardry position for emergencies.

This means that the existing 122 space wizards can successfully complete the change and become complete space wizards with annihilation characteristics.

"I look forward to that moment." Francis smiled and changed the subject, "How long will it take you to finish engraving the wizard plane?"

"Soon, probably no more than two hundred years at most," Lor replied.

"Okay, I'll leave this to you. I'll take care of the rest." Francis nodded.

After hanging up the call, he pondered for a moment and sent another communication request to Amy.

The 38th Grand Council must determine the war plan, and all speakers must be recalled for the meeting, so they must be notified in advance.

November 3799, 1 of the Wizarding Calendar.

In the center of the forest plane, in the space layer of the kingdom of God.

A beam of lightning flew towards the fire element field covering an area of ​​ten thousand miles at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. It finally stopped at the edge of the field and turned into Amy's appearance.

"Assistant Amy, what's the matter?" Before Amy could speak, a crack appeared in the fire element field, and Arsen's gentle voice came from inside.

"Chairman Yasen, next year's Grand Council, Chairman Francis will raise several important issues. Please be sure to attend." Amy politely entered the Fire Elemental Domain and bowed to the Fire Elemental Giant in the center of the domain. "Next year?" Yasen thought for a moment and knew what it was. He nodded and said with a smile, "Okay, I will go to the wizard plane on time."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the pitch-black 100-meter-tall Saint Suba Tree not far away, and the area of ​​fire element suddenly turned from red to black.

“Whoosh—crunch—crack—”

The raging black flames melted the fifth-order holy tree almost instantly, turning it into several drops of emerald green liquid.

Yasen stretched out his hand and some black flames condensed into a cup. He put the emerald green liquid into it and flew towards Amy. "Assistant Amy, I recently developed a new drink that is quite delicious. Do you want to try it?"

"Thank you, Speaker Yasen." Amy bowed again, then picked up the slightly warm black cup that was hovering beside her and drank the liquid in the cup.

As soon as these liquids entered her throat, they turned into a gentle energy and began to improve her body. In just a few moments, her body became about twice as strong.

At the same time, black flames covered the area, and the fifth-order Holy Sub-Tree was reborn again under the repair of the original power. Then it was burned again, leaving only a little emerald green liquid, which was collected by Yasen in a black bottle.

He will be leaving next year, so he naturally cannot keep this thing. It is wise to squeeze out every last bit of value from it.

Five minutes later, Amy realized that her body transformation was complete, and she immediately resigned from Yasen and continued to go to other planes to inform the speakers who suppressed the fifth-level creatures.

November 3800, 1 of the Wizarding Calendar.

The 38th Grand Council of the Wizarding Union was officially held.

This time the Grand Council was special. Through Amy's communication, all the speakers of the suppression planes were present.

Francis looked around at the sixty-eight large light screens and one thousand two hundred and seventy-three small light screens in front of him, and said solemnly: "Everyone, the time predicted by Speaker Lor is not far away. I think we can stop expanding now and be prepared for everything that is ahead."

At this point, he paused for a moment, then lowered his gaze to look at the 1,273 small light screens below. "Before the meeting, let me explain Speaker Lor's prophecy."

"On January 570, 1 of the Wizarding Calendar, we held an emergency council meeting. During the council meeting, Speaker Lor predicted that 1 years from now, a silver wolf would bring tens of thousands of fourth, fifth, and sixth-level creatures to knock on the door of the wizarding plane."

"It will flap its wings and release a pure white light, and I and the entire Francis City will be wiped out silently."

"The entire Wizarding Union has become its vassal."

Silence, dead silence.

All the congressmen stared at Francis blankly, wondering if they had heard it wrong.

They really couldn't imagine that the Wizarding Alliance, which was superior to all the other-dimensional races, would actually see a day when it became a vassal of other races.

But since Speaker Francis spoke of this in the Grand Council and the other speakers did not object, it only means that this is not a joke.

Some members of parliament looked confused and frightened.

Some members of parliament looked at the speakers, trying to maintain their sanity.

Since these speakers are not panicking, it means that everything can still be saved.

as predicted.

At this moment, Francis spoke again, "Of course, that was the future that had not been changed by Speaker Lore, but now."

He raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and said with a slight smile, "Everything has changed!"

"Chairman Lor has the ability to stop the Silver Wolf. We will stop the Level 6 creatures following the Silver Wolf. As for the Level 4 and 5 creatures, they will be left to the War Fortress and the Wizard Corps."

"As long as everything goes well, they will be stepped on by us and become the stepping stones for us to move to higher places."

"In order to prevent the Wizarding Union from being enslaved, tell me, do you dare to fight them?"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

As soon as Francis finished speaking, the congressmen in the light curtain stood up and cheered.

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

Immediately afterwards, the speakers also stood up and shouted with smiles on their faces, and the scene was boiling.

After a long time, Francis waved his hand down, and when the shouting stopped, he smiled and said, "Since everyone agrees, let's discuss the specific strategic layout."

"Right now, our Wizard Alliance is in the outermost nine planes, namely the Bloodfang Plane, the Ice Jade Plane, the Mist Shadow Plane, the Star Spine Plane, and the Bound Light Plane."

"In my plan, these planes will be transformed into border planes filled with magic arrays, war fortresses, wizard armies, and third and fourth level creatures of vassal races."

"They have only one mission, which is to slow down the enemy and prevent them from making any progress."

"Regarding the fifth-order creatures in the vassal tribe, I haven't figured out how to deal with them yet. If you have better ideas, please bring them forward and we can discuss them together."

The fourth-level creatures in the vassal tribe are bound by soul contracts, so he can use them without worry.

But there are no restrictions on the fifth level, and Francis is worried that there will be trouble if he lets them guard the border.

But it's not possible to stay in their respective planes, because when they are all gone, these guys will cause trouble in their respective planes, which may cause even greater trouble. It is simply an unstable bomb.

The main task of the three religious wizards including Code who originally planned to stay in the wizard plane was to maintain the stability of the wizard plane and prevent enemies from sneaking in.

Vincentia and Sanchez had to concentrate on their practice and could not spare the time to suppress them.

With all these concerns, how to deal with them is still a headache for Francis.

"Speaker Domenico, do you have any ideas on how to break through the five rings now?" As soon as Francis finished speaking, Lor looked at Domenico and asked.

If Domenico breaks through the fifth ring, his life will be threatened. It is expected that he will be finished after two consecutive soul destruction spells, and even the power of origin cannot save him.

In terms of threat, it is much greater than the Silver Wolf.

Of course, it’s not completely unavoidable.

Just avoid Domenico from now on and don't get close to this guy.

After much deliberation, he decided to give the secret of the soul wizard's transformation to Domenico, because this was the best solution at the moment.

At the same time, he also made up his mind that he would never appear within a million miles of Domenico again.

Only distance can create beauty!
(End of this chapter)