The brief noise was immediately replaced by silence, and everyone in the conference hall, regardless of age or status, was released in an instant and could not move like a solidification technique.

Time and air seemed to stagnate together. The last words of the Great Ptolemy Magi even echoed in the hall, and it took a long time to dissipate.

If the above words were given to another person, even if he was a magician, there would not be such a situation in which everyone was suppressed. But Ptolemy was one of the only three great magicians in the entire empire. Although he was the most low-key of the three, he did not even hold real power in the empire, but lived in seclusion in the depths of St. Peter's College all year round, the weight of these words from his mouth was too heavy.

It's so heavy that no one dares to continue easily.

Even Su Wen was shocked by the bluntness of his cheap mentor. You know, what he said just now was like beating everyone's face on the court. This is simply... it doesn't overlap with the gentle elder in his impression. You know, no matter where the information is, this old man is kind, flexible and kind.

Perhaps, this is the outbreak in silence?

Weird silence.

a long time--

Ptolemy's speech was opened again, and finally broke the silence.

"Dear colleagues, how many of you have ever been to the Mage Country in the East Continent? Please stand up."

The Land of Mages, the location of the headquarters of the Eastern Continental Magicians Union, is also the true holy land in the hearts of all magicians on the continent. Its status is equivalent to the holy city of Alanste, the church of Light. As a qualified magician, who doesn’t want to visit the magic holy land? And in the long life of a great magician for more than a hundred years, it is actually not out of reach to achieve this goal of crossing the continent.

Therefore, as soon as Ptolemy's words were spoken, the magicians on the field stood up in one go, and the few who had not stood up were basically young and young faces.

Of course, this includes Su Wen and Shirley beside him, who is also sitting as firm as Mount Tai.

Ptolemy glanced and nodded.

He continued: "I will not doubt your spirit of exploration, but now the elemental magic has been twisted. Even the mage union, known as the magic holy land, has long been lost in the power brought by elemental magic. This is the most heartbreaking fact I have."

"Most of you have personally visited the Mage Kingdom today, but who among you has seen it look like four hundred years ago when the racial war had not yet begun?"

The field was still silent, and all the great magicians stood quietly, silent.

It's like a child who is being criticized by his elders and has made a mistake.

"No, you don't, not even Antonio and Louise, and I'm different. Maybe no one of you knows it anymore, but I will not forget that I came out of there, from the East Continent, from the war initiated by the Orcs, I survived and witnessed everything. At that time, I was just a stinky magic apprentice."

This passage was deafening, and there was grief between the lines, but Su Wen, like most people in the venue, discovered a very terrifying fact from Ptolemy's mouth.

He was alive before the outbreak of the race war, doesn’t it mean that... the Great Ptolemy Magister is at least four hundred years old this year?

Since the Golden Age of Magic, practicing elemental magic has long been no longer overdrawing life like the Dark Age. A more thorough understanding of elements allows magicians to prolong their lives. Compared with the lifespan of ordinary people of sixty or seventy years, great magicians can usually live more than a hundred years, and those magicians or great magicians who can element their bodies can drag the process of natural aging again and again.

However, even if you can delay it, the age of 400 is too shocking! Su Wen had always felt that although Ptolemy looked old, he was only over 200 at most. You should know that this age is already in his twilight years among the great magicians. Unexpectedly, his mentor was actually an ancient boss who had experienced racial wars!

As for the two people mentioned by Ptolemy, Antonio and Louise are the other two great magicians of the Doron Empire. Those who dare to call their names on such occasions may only be the one with the same status in the Doron Empire.

No, by age, those two great magicians should still be this junior.

Su Wen felt that his seniority was so high that he didn't know where he went.

In the venue, Ptolemy's old words were still echoing, and he seemed to have fallen into his ancient memories.

"The magic faction at that time was not the wind, fire, water, earth and light, but the combat system, general system, professional system and even performance system. All kinds of magic are like the stars in the sky, countless. The magicians are not all fighting masters, they are mathematicians, writers, philosophers, alchemists, physicists and astronomers. In similar academic conferences, they discussed not which magic is stronger and has more counter-counter and counter-counter-competent abilities, but knowledge and beauty. At that time, the magicians fully utilized their communication skills to the essence of the world - elements, constantly explored the unknown, and launched magic energy revolutions again and again. This world, which has made rapid progress with magic energy and magic energy, was originally so wonderful."

"But later, all were destroyed. In the war that swept the continent, civilization retreated back to the dark age, and too many precious things were lost. What was terrible was not the case. The demon's box was opened. When the war that lasted for decades ended, the magicians survived from the meat grinder, and had lost their former glory. They were desperate, angry, and fear..."

"People are afraid of another destruction, so they want to become stronger. Elemental magic begins to serve pure power and killing. One by one, the forbidden spell-level magic was born. Even the country of mages, which should have been seeking welfare for humans and exploring the essence of the world, gradually, has finally deviated from its original path and gone further and further."

Speaking of this, Ptolemy closed his eyes and paused for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, someone finally asked the first question.

"Master Ptolemy, is your statement a bit too extreme?"

The person who spoke was an old magician with a white hair with a uniform aura and was powerful without anger. He looked at Ptolemy with his chest and did not lose his grudge.

Ptolemy opened his eyes and looked at him quietly.

The old magician said aloud: "The purpose of elemental magic must be in line with the times. It should play different roles in different times. I have indeed not witnessed the scene you depicted, but I am not ignorant of it. You are obviously not the first one and will not be the last one in the future."

He paused and continued.

"What I want to say is that if we still lived under the code of conduct of ancient magicians and without strong military strength, perhaps in the war of aggression two hundred years ago, the final winner would not be Doron. Our country may have been divided up now and may no longer exist. To me, this is the welfare brought to us by elemental magic."

"This is a vicious cycle, a meaningless arms race, and it wastes too many valuable resources."

"The great magician, when everyone is moving forward, stopping is equivalent to self-destruction. Its significance is that we cannot be weaker than our opponents and potential opponents, which is related to the interests of the country and the people."

"That's right."

Another old magician stood up.

"That's right."

More and more old magicians stood up.

"That's right!"

Almost all the magicians who were still standing stood up.

"well."

Ptolemy sighed lightly.

“It’s time to make some changes.”

The majestic old magician thought something.

"Great Magician, I think I understand a little. The important event you are going to announce today is related to this change. Everything you said before is to lead it out."

"Breton, do you remember that small academic conference a month ago?"

"Remember, you introduced us to a unique magic apprentice who has genius magical conductivity, but is as incapable of communicating with elements like ordinary people."

"Now he has been able to release simple magic."

"By using magical gems and scrolls?"

"No, it's the new language I created."

"Language? You've never mentioned similar words in the past."

"This is why I say these words today. I prefer to remain silent until I have no confidence in changing it."

Ptolemy's eyes regained its luster, he was old and strong.

"Elements have language. We can communicate with elements because we tell the elements what they should do, and then they make the right feedback. This process is the process of magic release. What we tell the elements is the language we communicate with them. Unfortunately, this language is not something that everyone has the talent to understand. It is not that their intelligence is not good, but that they cannot perceive everything about it. It is like telling a blind man how wonderful the scenery is, but he cannot see anything beautiful in any way."

"So, is there such a language that can allow ordinary people to understand and compile, and at the same time it can interfere with the 'element language'? This question has troubled me for many years. Its difficulty lies in logicalizing the element language. But in the end I found that this idea is wrong from the beginning. Elements do not know how to think and adapt, because they are the simplest things that make up the world, but also because of their simplicity, it is... good at mechanical operations, and it is actually not difficult to let them perform operations. It only requires creating some regular arrangement of excitation and closed state elements, which is easy for us magicians. In this way, use the language logic that ordinary people can understand and arrange elements to do the simplest operations, and then countless simple operations are stacked up and they will produce novel and exciting changes. This is a new form of magic."

Ptolemy finished speaking slowly, then looked at the many magicians in the venue. As expected, almost all of them were confused and confused.

He shook his head gently.

"The meeting was delayed, no one would leave the gate of the high tower of the parliament tonight. Regarding what I want to say today, my old bone will explain to you from scratch."
Chapter completed!