Just like every ordinary day, Haizhuofu showed himself in front of everyone with the honorable posture of the chief wizard. The iconic cloak was like his second layer of skin, hanging on his shoulders, showing the glory and majesty of his identity.

This is a unique cloak called Pivafrey, telling endless stories with its deep color and complex craftsmanship, and its practicality is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

This Pivafrey cloak is not only a gorgeous costume, but also a treasure house of magic, full of countless precious magic materials and weapons.

The cloak is inlaid with various pockets, which is amazing in number. Each pocket seems to have an independent dimensional space. No matter what big or small objects, they can be accommodated, and they are orderly and can be used as you want.

It is said that the magic materials hidden in this cloak are extremely rich, from rare star dust to the crystal essence of the thousand-year-old ancient trees, from the pupils of the abyss demons to the scales left by the dragon clan.

The value of these rare things is even greater than the total amount that most Drown Mages can search and see throughout their lifetime.

As for the weapons hidden in the cloak, they should not be underestimated.

Whether it is the staff that instantly blooms the power of destruction, the dagger that quietly harvests life, or the legendary equipment that can distort the dimensions of time and space, they all sleep quietly in this Pivafrey, waiting to provide endless support and protection for Haizhuofu at critical moments.

Therefore, whenever Haizhuofu appears in the Pivafrey cloak carrying countless secrets and powers, what he shows is not only the identity symbol of the chief wizard, but also his deep understanding and incomparable awe of the magic world.

Two shining magic wands hung on the belt around Haizhuofu's waist like bright stars. The unique sense of existence is unignorable, as if declaring his extraordinary identity and power.

Although these two wands were enough to make people feel awe of him, all bystanders speculated whether he still had more mysterious and amazing weapons hidden under the stacked robe.

However, what really constitutes the incomparable deterrence of Haizhuofu is not the weapons of the entity, but his beautiful and slender fingers.

His hands were like artists' brushes, and could outline the runes of death on the invisible canvas of magic in an extremely dexterous and precise manner, which was a destructive force that even the most powerful warriors could not resist.

They weave complex and deadly spells, and every inch of their movement contains unfathomable power and wisdom.

What's even more fatal is that the magic flowing out of these hands did not originate from some accident or opportunity, but was driven by Haizhuofu's talented mind. His deep understanding of the principles of magic and his outstanding ability to use innovatively made him stand out among many mages and reach the peak of magic power.

In many other civilizations, people like him could be the king, so among all the mages in ancient Orence, only Haydov had the power to convene such a party.

"For this city with a long history and mysterious charm, we wizards gather together in an unconventional way, breaking the shackles of tradition and conventional patterns."

Haizhuofu opened with a deep and magnetic voice, as if his words contained the power of magic, which could see and express the resonance hidden in the hearts of every mage present.

His eyes, as deep as an abyss, swept across his colleagues sitting around him and continued to explain:

"In the thousands of years of this city, the wizards of our families follow ancient laws, obey the supreme arrangements of the mistress, and overcome obstacles for the honor and interests of their families. This is undoubtedly regarded as a matter of naturalness in the eyes of most people."

Chief wizard Hai Zhuofu paused for a moment, gently tapped the staff in his hand on the ground, causing an invisible ripples.

He raised a thick eyebrows and deliberately created a subtle silence, as if suggesting the hidden irony in it - although everything seemed to be orderly on the surface, driven by family interests, the aggregation of the mages was not out of the pursuit of knowledge or understanding of power, but was bound by invisible chains and forced to become chess pieces in the game of power.

"But today, I hereby propose that perhaps we should reflect on this 'just deserve', try to break free from the shackles of family interests and truly allow our magic to serve the well-being of this city and even the entire dark area."

Haizhuofu's words were loud and loud, like a flash of lightning that had been shrouded in everyone's hearts for a long time, causing deep thoughts and inner shocks of the mages present.

"However, this seemingly extraordinary alliance construction is not without traces, but in fact there are precedents in the long river of history. The prosperous and mysterious city of Shamas maintains order and prosperity under the iron fist of the Dowl Mage Alliance. They weave a unique city-state picture with their wisdom and strength. The magic power of the mages is like an invisible vein, deeply imprinted in every cornerstone of the city, proving the effectiveness and feasibility of magic rule.

The same situation may also be staged in our ancient city of Orence. In this oldest land, there are countless powerful mages, with profound mana and knowledge. If they face severe challenges or unavoidable dilemmas, the mages of Orence are also able to gather into a force that cannot be ignored and establish an organization similar to the Drow Mage Alliance to lead and protect our homes."

The emotions intertwined with excitement and fear were like the undercurrent under the night, whispering in this magical hall, and everyone's hearts fluctuated with this emotion, just like magic runes jumping and flashing in the air.

Haizhuofu, the majestic and deep chief wizard, the leader of the wizard, raised his weather-beaten hand at the right time, and a simple but authoritative gesture instantly calmed down all the noise.

His eyes were firm and deep, as if he could see through all the unknown and confusion.

"I'll emphasize it!"

He spoke firmly, and every word was loud and clear, "If it really came to the necessary moment, the ruling parliament would stand up and use our wisdom and strength to solve any dilemma faced by the city."

His words were like a hammer of sound, finalizing the tension in the hall, and also injecting a shot of a heart-warming injection into everyone:

"At this moment, our task is to wait patiently, observe carefully, and be ready to deal with everything that is coming."

He paused for a moment again, and all the people present understood the meaning of the words.

The Ruling Parliament—composed of the eight most powerful family mistresses—seems to be a memory.

"You, like me, know the difficulties facing the city of Guorens."

In a rhythmic and powerful tone, Heyjou continued to explain important issues related to the fate of ancient Orence to his fellow tribes gathered in the ancient stone chamber.

"As every one of our Dower is deeply aware of, this ancient city that carries our historical memory and future, Ancient Orens is facing unprecedented challenges."

His words contained concerns about unknown predicaments, and also revealed a certain firm determination, "It was a dark cloud that enveloped our heads, threatening the cornerstone of order, and shaking the foundation of peace."

His voice paused slightly, and his sharp eyes glanced at every Dowel present, their faces seemed particularly focused and solemn in the shadows.

"If this city falls into an endless vortex due to the power of chaos, then, as a source of knowledge and power, as a mage, we will undoubtedly become the last hope and best choice to maintain the city's context, defend tranquility, and reshape order and harmony."

The Chief Master's words were loud and loud, like a wake-up call to everyone's heart.

“We must be prepared to take over power.”

Or…Snatch it!
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