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Cosette: "No. We suspect it was the lich who occupied Shallow Water City."
Armandbrook: "A nine-ringed lich... That's a bit tricky. Can you still kidnap the king and Elizabeth as planned?"
Cosette: "If we can successfully launch a surprise attack and control the others with the might of God, it should be fine."
Brock cursed, "Asshole, are you a fool? How can God's might be effective against a lich?"
Undead creatures are generally highly resistant to enchantment spells. High-level undead creatures will not become frantic, confused, or charmed, and liches are directly immune to most enchantment effects.
Cosette slapped his head hard: "Yeah, sorry, I have no experience dealing with liches, I forgot this."
Most people will rarely encounter a lich in their lifetime, and if they do, they will most likely be transformed into an undead creature by the lich.
It's not his fault that Cosette forgot that liches are immune to enchantment.
Armandbrock: "The plan needs to be re-planned. Do they have any suspicions about you?"
Ksette: "No, he is planning to trade with us, and it can be seen that he really hopes that the Austrian Federation will help him."
Armandbrook: "Of course we can be a help to them. After all, we also want the knowledge that the Order possesses. Especially... nothing."
Cosette and the others exchanged glances.
In fact, they all knew what the president didn't say. After all, they were all mages, and mages who reached a high level all had the same desire: immortality.
You can't tell from Cosette's appearance, because he is one-quarter elven, but he is actually over eighty years old now.
His quarter-elf bloodline allowed him to live much longer than the average human, but at the age of eighty he had to start thinking about extending his life.
As for the other members of the team, Todd is the youngest, only 44 years old, but he is only at the sixth ring. The seventh, eighth and ninth rings are much more difficult to reach than the previous six rings.
Not to mention the insurmountable gap between the ninth ring and the eighth ring. The upgrade from the eighth ring to the ninth ring is like a carp leaping over the dragon gate. Many people have not been able to make the jump for decades and can only regret it for the rest of their lives.
As a seventh-ring wizard, Peter is already in his fifties. Even if he relies on the knowledge he gained from the Federation, it will require a certain level of "understanding" to reach the eighth ring before the age of sixty.
All mages who have reached this stage actually want immortality the most. Only immortality can guarantee that they can enter the nine realms and understand the ultimate mysteries of the world.
To put it bluntly, everyone here has more or less learned some knowledge about lich transformation, just in case.
Every high-level wizard is a reserve lich, but there is a threshold for transformation into a lich. There are many spells that can directly transform oneself into a lich, and none of them is lower than the eighth ring.
Moreover, these spells have a high chance of failure. If you make a mistake in a gesture or read a wrong word, you will be doomed and may be transformed into various high-level undead creatures - but they are not liches.
In short, every wizard would desire a spell like Iollum's Immortality Spell.
The Ragnola Cult offers another idea: the cult's high-ranking members are also Nine-Ring Mages, and it is said that they have greatly extended their lifespans through Ragnola's "gift."
The president must be coveting this.
The entire task force of the Austrian Federation is well aware of this.
Because they covet this too.
It should be said that there is no high-level wizard who does not covet this.
Of course, no one present knew that there was a mage tower belonging to a four-ring mage, and obtaining eternity was only part of the "graduation exam".
Once you pass the graduation exam, you will be awarded the title of Associate Professor. To be promoted to full professor, you must publish substantial reports in academic journals and obtain recognition from the faculty council.
Every year, there is a flurry of open and covert fighting during the evaluation of full professors, and the students below also bet on entertainment.
If Ksette and the others knew this, I wonder if they would cry and beg to become students of this magician tower.
Unfortunately, they didn't know that they were just exchanging a knowing look.
Armandbrook was unaware of Crystal Ball's thoughts and continued to speak: "In short, don't rush to start kidnapping. First gain the trust of the Savior Team. If necessary, you can consider helping them to severely damage the cult."
Cosette: "We told the rescue team that we want to consult with the top leaders of the Austrian Federation. Could you please talk to Captain Wang of the rescue team?"
Armandbrook thought about it and nodded: "Okay. I can even teleport to your coordinates to see how powerful that lich is."
Cosette: “That’s great.”
"But the lich that just massacred a city like Shallow Water must be extremely powerful. Even I can't destroy it easily. We should avoid making enemies with such liches as much as possible. It's better to leave them to the holy warriors of the Orthodox Church to deal with."
Cosette probed, "Has the Church of the True God prepared to send out the Knights to deal with this lich?"
Armandbrook: "Not yet. Wait a minute, there's a new transmission coming in. I need to leave for a while."
After speaking, before Kesette could respond, his image disappeared from the crystal ball.
After a moment, Armandbrook reappeared: "I may not be able to teleport over."
Xette: "What happened?"
Brock: "Don't worry about it. Take this crystal ball to the king of the Savior Team. I will talk to him about cooperation."
Cosette: “Understood.”
He glanced at his teammates.
Peter wrote on the table with a pen: "It is estimated that something went wrong in the Tomb of the Last Storm that the Federation is excavating."
Xate nodded, and then said: "Let's go and find the rescue team."
Chapter 225 I Think We Are Good People
On the rescue team's side, the team members were still discussing what the Otactic Union was planning, when Hasher on the ground suddenly said through the voice stone that the Otactic Union was ready for another dialogue.
So the rescue team came to the ground again and stood on the edge of the floating island.
The special envoy of the Austrian and French Federation, Xet, had a crystal ball in his hand, and someone's image could be vaguely seen in the crystal ball.
Wang stared at the crystal ball for a few seconds: "Is that a magic communicator?"
Cosette: "What? What is a magic communicator?"
Wang: "Haven't you heard of this term? The Cyclops Empire commonly uses this thing for communication. It looks like a crystal ball. My teacher even found a word from another dimension and called it magic phone."
Kesette: "Worship the wind (the English transliteration of mobile phone)?"
Wang waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about it. We in the Mage Tower have been sent here from the multiverse many times. What do you want to do with the crystal ball? Do you want us to talk to your superiors?"
Cosette: "Yes, please allow me to use the magician's hand to deliver the crystal ball to you. Our president Armandbrook wants to speak to you directly."
Wang: “Okay, send it up.”
He didn't notice that the old liar Minsk quietly took a step to the side and pulled down the brim of his blue hat to cover his cheeks.
Cosette used the Mage's Hand to deliver the crystal ball to the king.
The person in the crystal ball spoke as soon as it was presented: "I am Armandbrook, the president of the Union of Arcane Law. I have heard of your great name for a long time. The King Slayer of Cosania, the Noble Killer of Monrovia, the Nemesis of the Orc Army, the Destroyer of Liches, Your Excellency. Now, should we add the Savior of Shallow Water City as well?"
Wang frowned. Although he was not good at reading other people's subtext, he felt that the president had no good intention in reporting this long list of names.
Elizabeth whispered in his ear, "That sounds like a mockery to you."
At this time, the president said again: "Or should I call you another name, 'Noble Killer'? Noble corpses are everywhere where you go."
Wang: "Are you here to cause trouble or to discuss cooperation? Why do I remember that we are here to cooperate?"
"Of course we will cooperate. We all have a common enemy: the Ragnola sect, which is also the state religion of Catalonia."
Wang: "That's strange. Just now, the Special Envoy said that the Austrian Federation did not want to completely break up with the cult, so they asked for your advice. I may not be good at listening to subtexts or negotiating with people, but my memory is definitely fine."
The president laughed: "He may have taken into consideration that the leader of the cult was once an apprentice of the Austrian Union, but this relationship no longer exists.
"The Federation's previous judgment of Ragnora's cult was that they were followers of a minor deity, or a cover-up of an evil deity that was not willing to see the light of day.
"For example, followers of the God of Murder often like to disguise themselves as followers of unknown demigods. We thought Ragnora's cult was the same."
Wang: "So you haven't thought about them being related to the world-destroying crisis?"
"Yes, after all, we don't have a planeswalker as our teacher to give us homework to save the world." Brock in the crystal ball spread his hands, "I have to admit that the Union did want to rely on the relationship of 'former apprentices' to incorporate the knowledge of the cult into our reserves, but now that we know that the cult is the culprit of the destruction of the world, of course we must be irreconcilable with them."
Brock paused, thought for a moment and said, "I will let the team I send this time go with you. They are at least an eighth-ring spellcaster and at least a sixth-ring spellcaster. They will definitely play a significant role in your adventure."
Wang glanced at the members of the Federation on the boat.
A group of high-level mages, and they may have other purposes...
Wang saw Rosalie mouthing, "Reject."
However, he smiled and said, "That's great, you are welcome to join us."
"You actually agreed to join so readily?" Brock looked surprised. "I thought you would say that you already have high-end magic combat power. The principle of the Union of Arcane Magic has always been to make friends widely, especially powerful high-level magicians, so could you please introduce the old man with a long beard to me?"
Wang raised his eyebrows and looked at Minsk, who had hidden far away.
If Marika hadn't stopped him, this guy might have run away.
Wang: "This guy doesn't seem to want to meet you. Don't worry, he is not a member of the Savior Team. He just came to us to do business. So we welcome the joining of the Austrian Federation Team."
"Wait a minute," Brock said, "If I'm not mistaken, the necklace on this old man should be the necklace of long youth that was stolen from the treasure house of the Austrian Union, right?"
Wang quickly turned his head and saw a necklace sticking out from Minsk's beard.
Wang: “You…”
Brock: "The characteristic of this necklace is that it will be exposed if you are not careful. No matter if you put it in your robe or hide it under your beard, it will be exposed as long as you are not careful. I guess you didn't tell your new friends about this, old liar Minsk!"
Minsk: “You got the wrong person!”
"I may admit my mistakes to others, but I will never admit my mistakes to you, Minsk. The Union has been hunting you down since I was an apprentice. Now I am the president, and you are still on the Union's wanted list! You make things difficult for our Union at every turn!"
Minsk: "That's because you destroyed the Mage Tower where I was! Just to take my teacher's research for yourselves! You definitely have bad intentions this time, you are definitely planning to steal the secrets from the King!"
Brock: "Humph, you are judging others by your own standards. Your teacher was eliminated because he stole the secrets of the Federation, just like you!"
Brock's eyes turned their focus to the king.
"Sir, please hand this old swindler with a long history over to the Federation. The Federation will definitely reward him handsomely!"
Wang: "Minsk will also cooperate with us temporarily. Your team can monitor him. Once we defeat the cult together, I will support you in settling old scores."
Minsk looked at Wang in surprise: "I thought we were allies."
Wang: "Yes, we are allies until we achieve a common goal."
Minsk: "Then you just said..."
Wang: "After we achieve our goal, we are no longer allies. Of course, we will go back to our own homes and find our own mothers!"
Brock laughed loudly: "Minsk, okay, I'll let you go this time. We'll make plans after we destroy the cult. Well, Your Excellency, happy cooperation."
Wang: "It's a pleasure to work with you. Since we are now on the same boat, please ask Envoy Ksette and the team members to go to the island as soon as possible."