The deserted land in the south.

There is a swath of death covered with poisonous insects and miasma, and there is no one in the world.

The water surface with clear red marsh grass was as quiet as a dead body. On the fishy water surface, two big light bulbs would occasionally pop out, staring at the surroundings full of cruelty.

Walking deeper, a dead wood forest suddenly grew in the center of the swamp, with slender branches twisting and knots, as if they had lost all their moisture, and were ugly all over the forest. Disgusting corpse worms climbed in the forest, emitting a disgusting odor.

In the middle of this Black Death Forest, a dilapidated tower arched from the ground.

The black and broken exterior wall has been corroded by thousands of years, leaving a pale and terrifying atmosphere.

Half of the tower was buried in the ground, and a dilapidated wooden door that was guarding was filled with moss-covered skulls.

There is never sunshine above the Black Death Forest. A layer of fog that cannot be seen continues to flow in the Black Death Forest, wrapping the tower in it.

The silent tower is like a bat flying over midnight.

No one knows that this is the location of the most obscure and terrifying Black Mage Association in the Southern Continent.

Here are the most terrifying group of magicians in the Southern Continent.

They deal with corpses, mutant beasts, and hell creatures all day long.

The thing they are most willing to do is to stitch the human body with the bodies of various creatures, or let different creatures mate into hybrids. The simple word "perversion" can no longer describe the work they are doing, and all of them are proud of their careers. In a sense, they are ancient "mad scientists" full of religious fanaticism.

They are crazy, rebellious, but they are all geniuses.

Warlocks are professions with very high thresholds, and these demon warlocks are all elites among warlocks.

There are no more than ten great warlocks in the Southern Continent, and the Black Mage Federation accounts for at least six.

With such a gorgeous lineup, the Black Mage Tower can stand in the Southern Continent for thousands of years.

No country dares to provoke them easily.

If there was no suppression of the Xiujia, known as "Cangyue Jinyan", the Black Mage Tower might have turned the entire southern continent into a death amusement park.

At this moment, deep in the tower, there were a few awkward sounds full of anger.

"Jafes, what have you done? You let the perfect mutant we carefully cultivated die, and gave up the important stronghold of Wigolan. Oh, you sham beast."

"Xubit, what do you mean by me? You are the sar beast, and your whole family is the sar beast."

Then there was a wrestling sound until a dull voice lingered out: "Stop, you two deacons, don't let people laugh at me."

Both of them snorted and stopped talking.

"Jafes, take out your memory ball and wait until the arbitration will see the video of the ball record before deciding to you."

After a long time.

There were bursts of exclamation: "The monk of the golden rod."

After a while, the amazement had turned into surprise, even incredible: "Is this a human? Impossible, how can humans have such a strong body, Jafes, you are sure that there is nothing wrong with it."

Jafes shouted angrily: "Don't insult my wisdom, can't you tell the truth or false?"

The dumb voice sounded again: "Incredible battle, it seems that the failure on the Honeycomb Island is no longer so unacceptable... Apart from Jafes's vote, seventeen deacons vote, please raise your hand if you give up the sanctions on Jafes."

A moment later, a dumb voice said: "Eleven to Six, the arbitration will pronounce the verdict, and more than half of the sanctions against Jafes can be exempted, but more than one-third of the votes are still dissatisfied with Jafes' abandonment incident. According to the arbitration law, Jafes will be temporarily removed from his post as a deacon."

Jafes snorted coldly and agreed to the arbitration meeting's verdict.

After the arbitration meeting ended, a dumb voice shouted: "Jafes, please come with me."

On the top floor of the tower is the private institute of the Arbitrator of the Black Mage Federation, representing the supreme interests of the Black Mage group.

The Arbitrator, who was wrapped in a black brocade robe, walked towards his wide seat tremblingly.

Arbitrator was hunched over, slender figure, less than 1.5 meters tall, and his wide robe dragged to the ground, making him look a little ridiculous.

However, no one dared to underestimate the power contained in that tiny body. The Black Mage Tower gathered the top group of sorcerers in the Southern Continent. Their arrogance and rebelliousness were undoubtedly unquestionable, but in front of the short arbitrator, these crazy guys tamed like sheep.

Jafes carefully followed Arbitrator into the small door carved with countless mysterious magic patterns.

After passing through the door, there was a large space like a football field in front of you.

Of course, it is impossible for the top floor of the Black Mage Tower to be so huge. The Arbitrator used his supreme magic power to open up a brand new space.

Faced with this almost demigod power, Jafes had nothing else but awe.

In this huge space, surrounded by rows of ancient bookshelf, filled with thick, dusty esoteric books. A few fist-sized spiders formed a large web of several meters in radius on the ceiling, and the heads of various creatures were tied on the web, some had turned into bones, and some were still very fresh. Colorful spiders were drilling from the eye sockets of the skull and mouth, swallowing fresh flesh and blood.

In the center of the laboratory, experiment wooden tables were crisscrossed. The wooden table was full of dissected corpses. The blood fell on the dark red wooden board and penetrated rapidly. For thousands of years, this wooden board absorbed a lot of blood, as if a finger could squeeze out a large ball of plasma.

The wide space cannot give people any warmth, and the gloomy ghost energy is lingering.

Jafes was used to it. Apart from being smaller, his own laboratory was no less "substantiable" than here.

Arbitrator climbed up to his seat with a trembling trembling body, his thin body almost retracted into the chair, under his cloak, a pair of painted gray eyes slightly raised and passed through Jafes's body.

The powerless look made Jafes' body tremble violently. He almost humbly stepped forward and said carefully: "Sir, Arbitration, what are your instructions?"

A cat with dark and shiny fur suddenly jumped down from the large wooden chandelier on the ceiling and fell into the arms of the Arsenal. The black cat stared at Jafes not far away like a burning green fire. It opened its mouth and screamed, but made the roar of a tiger, and its two fangs, half a finger, were particularly ferocious.

Jafes was shocked and took a step back. The black cat had a gene of a saber-toothed tiger, and it was a proud work of the Arbitrator. He once bit a wild wolf to death. The weak body of their warlock could not withstand its bite.

Arbitration Long stretched out a piece of dry fingers, and his pointed nails bounced on the black cat's head. The black cat, who was so fierce just now, immediately whimpered, shrank his head and curled up. Arbitration Long didn't raise his head, and asked in his unique hoarse voice: "What do you think of the situation in Vigolan?"

Jafesnono said, "It seems something is not good."

The arbitrator said softly: "Speak."

"The golden rod monk has not appeared for two hundred years, but one suddenly appeared. Although the Yalude civilization declined hundreds of years ago, their high-level monks are very strong. Black witchcraft has always been as famous as our black magic. The golden rod monk's strength is definitely not weaker than the great warlock. In comparison, the young man seems to be even more terrifying. It would be fine if it were just the two of them. Now we have found their identity. The young man is the new lord of Wigolan. The demon general who killed the 30,000 wolf army of Cangyue Kingdom on the eastern front. They are official forces, which is a bit troublesome."

"General of Demon God..." Arbitrator murmured, as if he saw the shocking scene of the perfect muscle body under the impact of tons of huge rocks. He moved his heart and looked up at a table not far away, where a mutant with a broken belly was lying on it.

"What do you think of these newly evolved mutants?"

Jafes pulled all the mutants from Honeycomb Island back to the barren land and imprisoned at the bottom of the Black Mage Tower.

From an amphibian with double vents at the beginning to further mutate into a half-fisherman, it can be said to be the most outstanding work of the Black Mage Tower in thousands of years. It is easy to operate and only needs ordinary humans to mutate. It has good effect. The mutant's repulsion rate is low and the mutant effect is very outstanding.

And what caused all this was the thin arbitrator in front of him.

"Very good, the mutant effect is very outstanding, far exceeding the hybrid." Jafes had seen mutants massacre tens of thousands of water thieves with his own eyes, so he admired it very sincerely.

However, the arbitrator was unmoved, but instead shook his head slightly. Anyone who knew him knew that the arbitrator was not satisfied.

With a long and dry finger, gently tapped an iron wheel on the east wall: "You go over, turn left three times, and then turn right five times to take out the things inside."

Jafes did as he said. With the sound of "KaKaKaKa", a storage grid of half a meter slowly appeared on the wall. There was only a small box about a foot long and wide in the grid. The box was carved with mysterious silver, and the extremely exquisite magic patterns were carved on the surface, and sometimes a layer of golden light was emitted. When Jafes looked at it, he knew how much effort had been spent on the layers of restrictions on it. Even as a great sorcerer, he wanted to open it, the value of the things in the box was exciting.

Jafes held it in his arms and almost piously to the chief of arbitrators.

The magic pattern shone brightly in the Arbitrator's hand, and expanded, and then seemed to be squeezed back by a huge palm, and the mysterious silver box had already bounced open.

Jafest looked over and saw that the things inside were disappointingly simple.

A piece of yellow paper with a raindrop-like hole burning on it.

His disappointed look fell into the eyes of Arbitrator, and his dull voice stirred in his ears: "Come on your spirit and see the most shocking evolution in human history."

Although his voice was low and deafening, Jafes was definitely not a person who knew nothing. He quickly took two steps above, took the box opened by the Arbitrator, and looked at the yellow paper. After a while, he was sweating profusely. The dark eyes in his black robe were filled with green light, which was like a candlelight in the wind, shaking violently.

After a while, a stern voice rolled out from his throat: "Evolution can reach this level."

"Now you should know how unhappy I am with the work you brought back."

"Tantine is above, what kind of infinite wisdom should those who can create this thing have."

"It's a pity that I only have this piece of broken book. If I can simulate the mutated creature recorded in the broken book, Cangyue Jinyan is just a joke."

Speaking of his old rival, Sius, there was a hint of humane fluctuation in his always calm tone.

Jafes dared not touch on the topic of Sius, so he carefully turned back to the residual book: "Master Arbitrator, is there still hope to find the original book?"

The long painted gray eyes flashed with wise light: "Jafes, do you know where I came from? My hometown is not the Southern Continent. I come from the far north. I pass through the Ashes Desert and the Saint White Stone Prairie. It is my hometown Angsha, which is the heaven of the real magicians. The Southern Continent is just the world of the warrior and barbarians. The "Sacred Fire Blue" of Angsha's ruler the vast Angsha's plain. I was originally a golden-robed demon knight with the Saint Fire Blue, but for some reasons, I defected, crossed the desert and grassland, and came here."

"Do you want to know the reason for my defection?" The arbitrator was immersed in his memories. It was more than two hundred years ago.

Jafes did not respond. He knew that if the arbitrator wanted to say it, he would continue. Sure enough, an excited light lit up on the arbitrator's face. His face seemed to drain the water, like a blooming chrysanthemum: "Tantine is here, I stole the most precious thing from the Holy Fire Blue, xiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxiaxia

The arbitrator laughed out loud, his lack of moisture made the laughter pale and terrifying, but it could not hide his compliment at all.

Jafes has now understood that this remains is the treasure of the sacred fire blue.

Of course he did not understand that this incident was the most serious defection in the history of the Holy Fire Blue. The former name of the Arbitrator is still engraved on the top of the Sin Stone of the Holy Fire Blue. For more than two hundred years, the Holy Fire Blue has not stopped wanting the Arbitrator.

Let’s not mention the past of the arbitrator.

Jafes is not a fool. Although the arbitrator stole the broken book, he also indirectly revealed a message that the top organizations in the magic world of "Sacred Fire Blue" have regarded a broken book as the organization's biggest treasure, which shows the value of the broken book and its unavailability.

The residual version is so rare, let alone the original version.

That almost became a luxury.

Jafes had an unconcealed disappointment on his face.

The description of mutation evolution in the residual book made him yearn for. For these "mad scientists", further expansion of the research field is the ultimate goal of their lives.

In comparison, everything that is done for research is theft, massacre, and plunder are just small episodes.

Due to the shock of the residual book, Jafes almost forgot about Vigolan until the arbitration reminded him: "Vigolan is an important stronghold. I originally asked you to manage that piece of paper, and you are the main person in charge of the Mutant Project. Now that such a big thing has happened, you can't suppress it by just pressing it. What are your plans?"

Jafest knew very well that if he wanted to gain the status of deacon again, he had to explain the Wigolan incident, but he was not sure why the Arbitrator was so enthusiastic. You should know that although all the sorcerers in the Black Mage Tower were respectful of the Arbitrator, these sorcerers were all arrogant and introverted. They would never get together if they had nothing to do. They were only allies and could not be friends.

He pondered for a moment before saying, "The nobles in Juma Province are extremely greedy and will never let the lord rise up. Now that the water thief is destroyed, the new lord will definitely control the ore veins. At that time, the nobles may have a conflict with the new lord."

The arbitrator said lightly: "Can they fight against the new lord?"

Jafes was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, the group of rice buckets in Giant Horse Province may not be the opponent of the new Lord of Wigolan.

"Or, send some more people to bring the new lord..." Jafes made a vicious gesture.

Arbitrator glanced at him for a long time, showing a disgusting look: "I know whether there is any technical content when fighting and killing. Our Black Mage Tower cannot be exposed to the outside world. That new lord is a fuel-efficient lamp? You didn't kill him like that, is it that easy to kill him?"

The scolding made Jafes lower his head, and he dared not respond.
Chapter completed!