"Why is there no need? He is a wizard. Do you know how difficult wizards are?" A spellcaster sneered: "Yes, you can kill the wizard with just one finger, but you will never know that every wizard who comes out to save his life is carrying a life-saving witchcraft prop."

"There is no life-saving witchcraft props that can save lives cannot be broken even at the first time. With the life-saving witchcraft props, these young wizards who travel will return to his wizard students as soon as possible. The life-saving witchcraft props will then self-destruct."

"Ten thousand years ago, a traveling wizard came out to walk and was killed by a high-level treacherous man. Do you know what the final result would be?"

Without waiting for the three giants of the prison to answer, the spellcaster continued with a sarcastic look on his face: "The destruction of an empire. The self-destructing witchcraft prop destroyed the earth and sky in a range of tens of millions of square kilometers."

"Within this 10 million square kilometers, all the souls of all living beings are imprisoned for eternity. Where have they become paradise for undead creatures, and where have they become a new kingdom for dark creatures."

"If you want to die, it's better to commit suicide and don't implicate others."

"You're saying too much!" The warden, who looked like a lion, slapped the table and stood up and stared at the spellcaster and roared. As a warden, the warden was born hostile to the spellcasters.

"Is it too much? What I said is normal! You rely on your own strength to mess around with people, so it's not too much? Is it good for you to have a little brain? The wizards are not so easy to deal with." The caster sneered: "I really don't know how the people behind you taught you, and they actually trained three stupid pigs."

"What? Do you think the royal family of our Silla Empire is a stupid pig? We may be a little helpless in dealing with the Kulun Empire, but I think it's easy to deal with you and the organizations behind you." The fat warden sneered.

"The wizards are very powerful, but that was tens of thousands of years ago, even more than a long time ago. The wizards now have long since fallen. They are all a bunch of garbage, garbage that has been swept into the dust of history. All we have to do is to clean them in the end. I think history will record our achievements in the future."

"Hmph! It's ridiculous. If the wizards are really the garbage of history, you want to leave a strong mark in history. Why don't you kill the wizard in the prison immediately? I think thousands of years, oh! No, decades later, these words in history will be written: a treacherous child deliberately killed a young wizard who has been trained, and then all living creatures in a range of tens of millions of kilometers will be buried with you."

"You don't like wizards, so you can wait to kill those adult wizards in the future, rather than dealing with young wizards who have experienced it."

"What's more, if the wizards are all trash, why do you have to wait for the wizard to make bloodlines?"

A spellcaster rebuked the three wardens with disdain. These three wardens may look very powerful in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of these advanced spellcasters, it only seems that way.

If there is a verbal conflict, which advanced spell casters can still kill them at a certain price?

"You!" The fat warden stretched out his finger to point out the caster, and his eyes were filled with murderous aura.

He took a deep breath and sneered: "If you want to take which Marquis of Red Rose from here, either you get authorization from the three emperors or kill the three of us, you have no choice but to do so."

"You are forcing us to kill you!" The old mage with pale beards and eyebrows coughed hard: "We all have status and status, and there is no need to make a fuss about an optional woman."

"Rich, dispensable woman? If this woman is dispensable, wouldn't you just think that she doesn't exist?" The thin warden sneered.

"Okay, I think the three of you should think about it all night, one hundred million gold coupons, and one hundred million gold coupons per person! The condition is to put the Red Rose Marquis." The middle-aged female mage with a pointed hat frowned slightly, and she took a step forward to stop the arguments of other high-level spell casters.

"The conditions are already very good. There are 300 million gold coupons. Even some imperial concubines from medium-sized empires can be obtained, let alone just a small marquis?"

"What do you think?" Finally, the air behind the female mage with a sharp hat was vaguely twisted, and the huge magic power was like a sleeping tiger, and it could suddenly hurt people at any time.

"Let's go! I think I can understand the powerful relationship with the three of them in one night." The old mage who coughed hard on the side stood up first, got up and walked out of the room.

"No need to think about it, we will never let that woman go. Don't think that you want to get the blood power in the hands of that wizard, and more people want to keep a wizard in captivity as a tool for blood power. We can't afford to provoke those people, so no matter how good your conditions are, we must have the life to enjoy it." The lion-like warden said their real reason in a deep voice.

"If you can't afford to provoke others, can you provoke us? Others can seize everything from you and your family. Our families can unite and do it." The old mage with pale hair and beard said without looking back. However, his pace stopped. Several other spellcasters also stopped.

"Join us, and our families join forces to protect you three. What do you think?"

"This joke is not funny." The warden with a fat face and like a meat ball shook his head and sneered: "I'm afraid that when the two sides clash, you will be the first to throw us out as cannon fodder. There is no room for discussion on this matter."

"Okay, I understand." When the old mage left with other high-level spellcasters, he looked at the three wardens deeply.

"What should we do?" After leaving the warden's office, a spellcaster turned a crystal ball in his hand with some anger and said murderously: "Will you do it tonight or tomorrow morning?"

"Can you use your brain? Do you have to kill the three of them before you can take that woman away? Who has a teleportation scroll? Use the teleportation scroll to get that woman away. At that time, all three idiots can take the opportunity to escape some connection. They won't really have conflicts with us." A spellcaster rolled his eyes and muttered helplessly.
Chapter completed!