Chapter 1495 Gretel! Your Disciples Brought It to You! (Platinum Tower Leader Adds 2 Updates)

"So, the first batch of magicians coming over from Nevis is expected to be about ten?"

The copper dragon Noctis could hardly believe his ears and had to confirm again:

"Ten level 17 to 19 magicians who master nine-ring magic? Are there two half-step legends among them?"

Is the Magic Council so generous?

Are you willing to send so many people?

This research cannot be completed in one, two, three, or five years!

Based on the lifespan of the Dragon Clan, the needs of the Dragon Clan, and the difficulty of this subject, these magicians will be delayed on Dragon Island for ten, twenty, thirty, or fifty years!

Even if a few of them are only tasked with building and debugging the Mage Tower so that the Mage Tower can communicate with Nevis normally, and they are about to leave after finishing their work, seven or eight of them must be left behind!

The ten or so nine-ring magicians are still active on the front line of research, rather than those who have given up hope of advancement and are just hanging around waiting to die.

This group of people has been transferred to the Magic Council, and a batch of ready-made research projects have to be delayed no matter what. What's the matter? The council has been under a lot of pressure recently. Do you want to ask Long Island to drag them into the water?

Or has the Glory Holy See gone too far recently?

Those guys are really annoying. I heard from the elders of the family that when they started to cause trouble, the whole continent was in a smog, and even dragons like them moved far away...

"Yes, ten high-level mages lead the team." The power level of the prime-year dragons is about the same as that of the nine-ring mages. The person who came to negotiate was also a half-step legend, Archmage Bertes of Black Crow Swamp:

"Including me. Of course, two of them are here to build the mage tower. They will go back after building it..."

"Leader?!"

Noctis didn't pay much attention to the smell of the Necromancer.

Copper dragons like dry, rocky mountains and hills, like to build nests in narrow caves, and like to eat all kinds of poisonous creatures. The smell of the necromancer is not much different from his food, so it doesn't matter to him. Disgusting.

However, the word "team leader" has a rich meaning. Ten high-level mage leaders mean that the entire research team is definitely more than ten mages.

Twenty?

Fifty?

even more?

"Hey, how can a dozen or so people be enough for such a complicated project?" Archmage Bertes twitched his withered cheeks, trying to raise something that could be called a "smile":

"Besides, when you reach the level of a high-level mage, everyone is used to leading a team, with a group of disciples and disciples below helping to run errands. Each high-level mage brings an assistant, and a small team of ten people cannot be less! "

"So many people..." The copper dragon Noctis frowned. A high-level mage leads ten people, ten high-level mage, the whole team is a hundred people——

"I won't help them on the way!" he replied warily.

If the Council only sent one or two magicians, he would not mind taking them for a ride with his own power, such as flying across the ocean, allowing them to rest occasionally on the platform where he condensed;

If the council sends as many as ten magicians - such as what he was told just now - then he will only fly in front to lead the way.

Unless he encounters a particularly big danger, such as a deadly storm or something, whether these magicians live or die has nothing to do with him!

By the way, ten high-level mages, walking in a group on Dragon Island, should be able to come out safely as long as they don't rush too recklessly and go into the legendary dragon's lair to cause trouble...

But, a hundred?

Sorry, you can figure it out yourself. The strong and the weak, the old and the young, different schools of thought, may have opinions or hatred towards each other...

It's such a mess, anything could happen, who's going to care about you!

"Of course, of course!" Archmage Bertes nodded repeatedly, the smile on his face remaining unchanged:

"Don't worry, we can take care of ourselves. All you need to do is lead the way for us and prove to the dragons along the way that we are here at the invitation of the dragons."

"It's not difficult..." Noctis, the copper dragon, bent his right palm and put his finger knuckles under his chin, and said in deep thought. Turning his eyes, he suddenly stared at the other party alertly:

"Wait a minute, if ten - even eight high-level mages come to work, do they have to build eight mage towers?!"

And there are eight high-level mage towers!

The magic tower's power draw is also quite powerful!

Eight high-level mage towers, even if they are distributed in the territory of a legendary dragon clan, will drain a lot of energy from the territory! That energy is enough to drain a magic crystal mine, or, who knows, enough to hatch a nest of dragon eggs?

——Andre would not be willing to lose this energy in vain. In the end, it was the dragons who asked for the help of the Nordmark mage. Everyone shared a share and used their own treasures to compensate.

Thinking about it, he might, maybe, probably lose as much treasure as half a bed?

no way!

"I don't know how many mage towers we need to build." The council has discussed the issue of mage towers before and has already made plans. So Archmage Bertes naturally showed his hands:

"But no matter what, we are here to assist Master Nordmark in his research, and we must focus on his needs. According to my estimation, the closer we are to each other, the better. We shouldn't have one mage tower per person?"

In fact, the biggest possibility is to build a large mage tower, like the Babel Tower - or like the eight auxiliary towers next to the Babel Tower. Then everyone shares energy and computing power to maximize research efficiency.

As for whether the medical branch of the conjuration system can share the energy pool with necromancy magic, that is another question. When you get to the place, you can slowly solve it.

"Then...okay..."

The copper dragon Noctis breathed a sigh of relief. The more magicians come, the faster the research progress will be; the fewer magician towers are built, the less rewards they will pay.

Of course, it would be best if the progress is rapid and all the needs can be met within a year, and they only need to spend a few gold coins...

"By the way, with so many magicians here, do the dragon clan and the parliament need to form an alliance?"

The copper dragon Noctis asked, reaching into his pocket and holding a roll of animal skin.

The matter of inviting magicians to participate in research has been discussed in Sky Dragon City, and several legendary dragons who were interested in asking reached a unanimous opinion:

No alliance, or in other words, no alliance for the time being until a certain number of legendary magicians intervene. As for one or two legendary magicians, or several high-level mages visiting Dragon Island?

Please, this is just an accident. Who doesn't know that magicians are always running around the world, and occasionally a few come to Dragon Island. Is that a thing?

In the confrontation between Nevis and the Glory Holy See, the Dragon Clan does not pay attention, does not interfere, and does not take sides. If there are dragons participating in their own name, the dragon clan will not interfere, but they will not form an alliance in the name of the clan——

Are you kidding me? They are stationed in Sky Dragon City, sealing the rifts in the world, and dragging resources in from outside the world. They are already very busy.

Unless the conflict between human beings destroys the entire world, the Dragon Clan will not care!

If you have this time, why not go back to your own dragon's nest and have a good sleep with your treasure on your pillow——

If the Parliament really demands an alliance, then this extremely loose contract on the animal skin is the ultimate answer to them.

Secretly vigilant, he heard a very satisfactory answer. Archmage Bertes leaned back, crossed his hands in front of him, and spoke in a relaxed tone:

"An alliance? Of course not an alliance. - A few high-level mages went to Dragon Island to support another high-level mage's research. Why should they rise to the level of alliance?

At most, please ask all the dragons to take care of the visitor. Especially this time, Master Nordmark’s disciples will definitely send one or two over. Please look at them differently and don’t let the monsters in the territory eat them..."

What?

A disciple of Master Nordmark?

That human magician's disciple...

"Okay! We will definitely protect his disciples! - By the way, what is the level of his disciples now? In your terms, level 15? Level 13? It can't be as low as level 11, right?"

"This... you think they are too strong... No, actually, you think the advancement process of Nordmark mage is too slow..."

In fact, Gretel's two disciples, Leon Carlos, who runs the hospital for him, and Anivea, who runs the research institute and studies antibiotics for him, are already quite talented.

Not only are their talents good, they have also been trained with great efforts after Gretel left Nevis and traveled.

Leon Carlos was taken under the tutelage of Archmage Carlisle who led Gretel into the Thunder Horn, and was mentored by his youngest disciple, Aurora, Gretel's follower;

Annevia was first guided by the elders of the Deistic Church in the Nevis area. After Elder Tapros came to participate in the project, the old man pulled Annevia to his side and taught him personally.

There is no other way. Gretel has brought too many benefits to the Magic Council and the Natural Gods. If he does not give back a little to his disciples, the bosses will feel guilty.

It has the guidance of famous teachers, a large amount of resources that have been spared no effort, and the research direction left by Grete - it is guaranteed to be the most cutting-edge topic in the world, and there is a steady stream of feedback from the world.

Under such conditions, even a pig can be forcibly fed into a demon pig. What's more, the two disciples Gretel likes are diligent, hard-working, and indeed have some talents...

But no matter how hard he works and his talent, he can't keep up with Gretel, a cheater.

The two of them have been moving up one level every two years and three years. At this time, Annevia is already a level 9 natural priest. Leon Carlos has to concentrate on hospital management, which is a little slower. At any rate, he is still level 8. Level mage.

This speed of advancement would be considered astonishing for a disciple of another high-level mage, and the teacher could hardly stop laughing. However, compared with Gretel’s advancement speed:

"What? Level 9? Level 8? So slow?!"

"Oh, he is a disciple after all... You can't expect him to be on par with the teacher..." Archmage Bertes sighed with regret.

It's a pity that Leon Carlos is a necromancer in name, but he has been guided by Thunder Horn all these years. They took action too slowly!

Thunder Horn is acting too domineering!

If Leon Carlos had been with Gretel, he might still be a pure necromancer...

I just hate that Gretel ran too fast and ran too far. Black Crow Swamp had the intention to send Leon Carlos to Gretel, but he couldn't send him there at first because the hospital needed someone to take care of him, so he sent him away and no one could take over;

Later, Leon selected among his junior brothers and trained the hospital manager No. 2. When he was able to free his hands, Gretel had left the Eagle Country and plunged into the Elf Forest.

Within two years, I ran from the Elf Forest to Yongju Island. Within a few years of staying on Yongju Island, I headed north to Dragon Island...

At such a speed, Black Crow Swamp couldn't catch up in time. If you send someone there, most of your time will be spent on the road, so why bother?

Now, Gretel has temporarily settled down on Dragon Island. It seems that this project will not be completed in one or two years.

Just in time, he sent his disciple over for a ride and received guidance from the teacher. He should be able to grow into a very powerful necromancer, right?

The copper dragon Noctis grunted a few times and reluctantly accepted this explanation. Disciples are just disciples. Fortunately, there are only two disciples. Levels 8 and 9 are pretty good, almost the same as the guards outside his dragon lair...

"By the way, take away 10 high-level mages in one go. Is it okay for you here?"

He belatedly remembered that he should occasionally show concern for the other party. Faced with this problem, the Necromancer showed a sincerely happy, or rather gloating smile:

"No problem. - The other side has been in a lot of trouble lately, and I can't even take care of myself..."

Under the rule of the Glorious Holy See, it has been going downhill in recent years.

Needless to mention the Storm Islands, yellow fever broke out one after another, one after another, and never stopped, and the income of that place was reduced a lot;

The Kingdom of the Sun was even more miserable. After the Sun God Viraco took a breath, he successively promoted several high-level priests who were close to the legendary level.

In one fell swoop, the border of the kingdom was pushed thousands of miles northward, reaching half of the original territory of the Glory Holy See. The past legend of the Holy See could only barely hold on to the Governor's Palace and the Silver Mountain, and was unable to cope with the encroachment of the Sun Kingdom;

The latest news is that the pope who took office a few years ago prayed devoutly to the Lord of Glory for seven consecutive days and nights, trying to find a way to change the situation.

Then, perhaps receiving an oracle, he sent a group of masters to cross the ocean and enter the great forest in the southern part of the New World...

"This is not what we instigated..."

When this information was obtained, it was said that the Immortal Lord laughed wildly in the Tower of Sleeplessness for three days and three nights. The skulls laughed so hard that they rolled from the top of the tower to the bottom.

"How many legends are there in the Elf Secret Realm now?"

"A conservative estimate of three, and their eldest prince. Of course, our newly promoted Lord Crown of the Sun is also there, debugging the Well of Eternity..."