Eternals of the Wizarding World

Amanda doesn't know that his old friend who has worked with him for many years has died, but he just feels happy thinking that there will be a large number of resources next.

In his opinion, wouldn't a nebula-level warlock beating someone who had just been promoted?

The gap in the true spirit stage is very large, each stage has a huge gap, the gap of dozens of sources of blood (the same calculation unit as the power of the true spirit), the gap in strength is not a star and a half, it is a geometric multiple of.

This is also the reason why there is no essential gap in the fourth ring stage, but the division is more detailed.

Even apart from the wizarding world, some worlds completely divide this stage into three levels, just to show the difference.

The nebula level is at least three times more than the source of the bloodline, and the strength is completely different.

As for fighting over the next level, that's even more bullshit.

"Poor Eli, I don't want to be like this either. If you want to blame it, blame this world, this world that eats people."

Amanda sighed with pity on her face.

the other side.

In a building, a room.

A small blood basin is placed in the ground.

A warlock with his eyes closed is bandaging his right arm, apparently the blood in it he just put.

He felt the power of the blood carefully, a blood connection was gradually established in his heart, and a human face gradually appeared on the blood basin on the ground, and he began to speak.

"What happened, it's actually connected by blood." Xuelian said, a little surprised.

For warlocks, since the lost method of wizards, they usually use monsters or legs to transmit, but the urgent thing is to use blood connection, the price is that a lot of blood is needed, and it must be the same blood, and the connection has been established in advance. I have to be weak for several days, so unless there are special circumstances, I will not use it.

Obviously the opposite side is a little surprised.

"My lord, there is a sub-tower support from the Bloodline Tower in Holmes City." The warlock said quickly, he is a warlock belonging to the Manticore family.

"Oh?" The bloody face seemed a little surprised.

After a few seconds, he said: "It's okay, we fought easily in the main bloodline tower, but it's just because other forces are slow to contain it, it's just a sub-tower."

"However, my lord, there are three high-grade mechanical airships in this sub-tower, at least at the third-ring level. I think this lord may be interested."

"Mechanical airship?" Bloody Face made a surprised voice, as if he was really surprised.

"It's nice that we happen to be in need of a gift after a while."

Bloody Face fell into deep thought and asked, "Then what strength?"

"My lord, I don't know. They didn't disembark the airship. The only leader was invited to the banquet, but as far as I know, this seems to be a sub-tower on the west coast."

"The branch tower on the west coast? Is that the place that was abandoned by the Bloodline Tower?" Bloody Face seemed to hear something funny.

"I will send a force on the road to help. They have a true spirit, which is about the same level as the main tower of the Bloodline Tower, so they can easily complete this matter." The bloody face heaved like a ghost, and then slowly disappeared.

The warlock put away the blood basin and left.

They all look down on the main tower, what can a sub-tower do?

Even sending a force similar to the Bloodline Tower is a bit of a fuss, but this is because the people behind the bloody face are very interested in airships.

at this time.

I don't know how far away it is, there are six people sitting at a table in a tent.

Suddenly, a man in a corner raised his head, his face was pale, showing a cold smile.

"Wellington, what happened." The head of the table, a warlock with a square face, looked at the man.

"Master Jere, a small branch of the Bloodline Tower has come to the Central Continent to help the Bloodline Tower." The man replied respectfully.

"Oh, it seems that this sub-tower should be very special, or else there should be no blood connection." At this time, another woman spoke, and she was sitting next to Jere.

The two of them are the highest combat effectiveness of the Manticore family.

"Master Galin, it's because they seem to be carrying three high-level mechanical airships, which are very rare and good things." Wellington replied with a pale face.

"Oh? Airship? That's no wonder." Jereh nodded.

This kind of good thing from the wizarding era, they really can't copy it at this time.

"Then I'll leave it to you. I allow you to mobilize some family resources to get those three airships." Jere continued.

"Yes, my lord." Wellington nodded again.

Then everyone didn't mention it again, because there was really nothing to pay attention to for a small sub-tower.

After a while, Jesse continued: "The next step is to negotiate with the Amina family, the power behind the Tower of Blood. After the resources are divided, we can make the final move on the Tower of Blood."

"It's really ridiculous. They saved the precious resources found in the Bloodline Tower area for the Amina family, but they were sold backhanded and kept in the dark." Jialin covered her mouth and smiled.

The others laughed too.

This time it was also a matter of interest that they attacked the Tower of Blood.

There is only one reason why the Bloodline Tower is still there, and that is that they have not reached an agreement with the forces behind the Bloodline Tower.

As for the Bloodline Tower, no one cares.

There is only one true spirit, and everyone present is a true spirit, and they can easily handle the tower of blood.

As for the summoning branch, it seems to them that they are just dying.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room brightened up.

soon.

A message came from Wellington.

On the only way to the Tower of Blood, there is a plain where the Four Seasons Garden Warlock Academy stands.

In the center is a garden. In the garden, dozens of flowers grow here. The flowers squirm and spray green mist to cover the sight. In the mist, there is a small wooden house.

Among the cabins.

An old man closed his eyes.

He looks very old, his face is covered with wrinkles, and his veins are exposed. It can be seen that the blood inside is green, and his legs are entwined with thorns. At this time, a thorn produces flowers, and a letter is spit out out.

The old man picked up the letter and read it.

"A branch of the Bloodline Tower, the request is to keep the airship, and I can take other resources at will." The old man suddenly opened his eyes, revealing green eyes.

As a subsidiary force of the Manticore family, he received the task.

Fortunately, this task is not difficult, at least it is easy for him.

"Airship? Good stuff!" The old man tapped the vines beside him.

After a while, a woman walked in.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

"Pay attention to the sky, there may be a few airships coming here recently, please notify me in time if you find it."

"Airship?" The woman wondered.

"It's something left over from the wizarding era, a mechanical creation that can fly into the sky with the help of some means." The old man explained.

For warlocks of this generation, airships are probably hardly ever seen.

"Yes, my lord." The woman nodded and left.

The door closed, the old man closed his eyes again, and the vines were entangled.