So, when others were asking where to retreat, Ivan thought in his mind, "How to retreat.4∴8065"

The chief lowered his head, "I just learned from some rumors that some mages have developed magic that can create the world like in myths..."[.]

The hope that had just been ignited in everyone's eyes dimmed again, and Columbus chuckled even more sarcasticly, "I have heard of such rumors, but in just one month, we cannot develop this long-lost magic within a month! Not to mention that this plan is not feasible, even if it can be done, I will not agree. Have you ever thought about what retreat means to us?

Everyone living here, whether kings or civilians, will become their spoils and slaves. And we, the Mage Council, as their leaders, are discussing how to escape before we see the enemy! These civilians usually worship us like nobles. They build mage towers for us to provide us with the best living security. What we repay to them is just to discuss how to escape before the disaster comes!

Honestly, I am really ashamed of you guys!”

Columbus's words were successfully approved by several young mages, but Ivan unexpectedly did not respond. He stayed with the chief for a long time and was influenced by his eyes. He had long known that Columbus's words, or the incitement of emotional storms, had no meaning or value in the chief's heart and among the older generation of mages. The thoughts of each of them were like the cold rock in winter. In the words of the chief once taught him - for the mage, he was the greatest morality and obligation.

"I have never said that I would give up resistance altogether," after Columbus said, many young mages felt a fever on their faces and felt inexplicably moved. The chief replied without any expression, "If the enemy appears, necessary battles will definitely happen, but as mages, a greater obligation is that even if the world is to be destroyed in the next moment, we must still remain rational and calm, seek a better result for the civilians and ourselves.

Otherwise, what is the difference between us and those lords who collect taxes and those ruling kings? Do you think that blood and honor are the only ones you have? But this is meaningless. We cannot provoke wars based on our own likes and dislikes, and hurt countless people. Sometimes you think this is a kind of justice, just like the plan you proposed to connect the earth and destroy the world with magma. You think you are the party of justice, and you have the right to deal with this land, just like the kings who think they have the right to let farmers pick up swords and give their lives for their stupidity.

I have to say that compared to your achievements in magic, you really lack a lot of thinking in the world of Jing God. Of course, this cannot be blamed for you. After all, you are still a young man in his early 20s. You don’t know how cruel time is. You still don’t understand that sometimes you need more courage than paying your life. Remember! Live, only living is everything, hope, and the future. Once the candlelight of life is extinguished, no matter what happens in the world, it has nothing to do with you!"

Judging from Columbus's face and the drastic ups and downs, he was obviously not satisfied with such an answer. At this time, Ivan remembered his performance in the civilian war where his parents died a few years ago. At that time, he was like Columbus now, full of passion and honor, and he didn't listen to his mentor's persuasion.

But now, he actually felt that the balance in his heart was unconsciously falling towards the mentor's side. He could understand Columbus's thoughts and mood. But when he calmed down and put aside everything to think about this problem, he found that there was no doubt that the mentor's plan - even if it was a very low success rate, was many times better than Columbus's. Although Columbus's self-destruction seemed to be hot, in a sense, it was a kind of despair, a deeper fear than the chief. This fear was not directed against the enemy, but from his heart. He was not afraid of fighting face to face with the enemy. What he feared was his own failure. As the chief said before, Columbus regarded this world as their own possession. When this thing that belonged to him was in the danger of being robbed and he had no way to resist, the idea of ​​destroying it.

This is really an idea that only the devil has!

Ivan could imagine what would be what would happen if the mages really did this when they faced failure. Every mage understood that the energy contained in the center of the earth and the underground fire lava would engulf everything in this world, the ocean, land, rivers, mountains, and even deserts, and this would become a world where no grass grows and almost no foothold, becoming the most thorough hell.

At this moment, Ivan remembered another sentence that the mentor said, "The younger the mage, the more dangerous it is."

He remembered the group of civilians controlled by the consciousness network that he saw more than two years ago through the Eye of Space. The mage, who is said to be a young strange mage...

...

After the meeting, Ivan returned to his mage tower as usual, where the servant had prepared scrolls, books, ink and feather pens for him for normal experiments. Ivan stared at the big stall on the table abnormally and was stunned for a long time. He couldn't help but think of the consensus formed by everyone at the meeting - finding the other plane and teleporting it over (plane teleportation). It is the best offense, finding other planes, or creating one plane by yourself and hiding in, it is the best defense.

All other methods limited to the natural plane, whether it is offense, defense, combat, or assassination, are hopeless and dying struggles.

In this last month, can they be so lucky to find one of these two paths of life?

If it were Ivan a few years ago, he would definitely think that nothing was impossible, but after more than a month of intensive experiments, he had begun to realize how huge the plane world is. It is almost impossible to find a specific task in this almost endless world in this almost endless world within a month.

However, no matter how impossible it is, he must do it, because they have no way out.

The task Ivan was assigned to was to continue his research on plane teleportation - after all, among the mages, he knew and worked best in this regard, but there was no doubt that at this critical moment, the mage council could no longer dispatch so many mages to continue to spend on his huge experimental plan that could not see the end. In fact, more than 90% of the mages have now entered the city's largest library to find clues about the magic of creating planes.

Ivan understood that they had no hope for their research. Hundreds of thousands of experiments have allowed everyone involved to see the difficulties and confusion of this road, but in fact, they are not the same.

Ivan turned around and looked at the "experiment progress axis" engraved on the wall, which was something similar to the coordinate axis. He stared helplessly at the huge number marked with 7 digits at the end, feeling like a poisonous snake staring at him, feeling tired, helpless and even fearful. Suddenly, he suddenly realized that continuing such an experiment is actually the greatest stupidity. Millions of experiments have been passed. Do you still care about tens of thousands of times this month?

This feeling is not the first time. In the past countless experiments, he has begun to remain skeptical of this experiment countless times, but he has never found any possible errors, or some places that can be further improved.

Improve? How can I improve it? This experiment is like finding a specific stone on a completely dark stone road. Every experiment seems to bend down, pick up one of them, turn on the light, carefully observe its texture, and see if it is what it wants. This process has been repeated millions of times, but without exception, all the results are failures!

No! What's wrong!

At that moment, something seemed to have a flash of inspiration and flashed through Ivan's mind. When he reacted and wanted to expand his consciousness to grasp it, it ran away like a mage using space mén!

Stones, stones, stones...

Ivan walked out of the Mén as if possessed, and soon came to the vicinity of the Mage Tower, where there was an ordinary stone road, just like Ivan had just imagined, at night, the dark stone road.

Ivan lowered his body and picked up one of them. Then the moonlight. He put the stone in his eyes and looked at it carefully. His fingers felt a slight coolness, and his eyes saw the ordinary blue-gray stone texture.

It was like the situation seen in the experiment, everything was dull.

The inspiration just now appeared again. Because of thinking, Ivan's fingers unconsciously loosened. The stone hit the road and hit Ivan's feet and stopped. Although the movement was not big, it inevitably rippled in Ivan's thoughts. Ivan lowered his head blankly and held the stone at his feet in his hand again. He could even feel his body temperature remaining on the small stone.

This is the stone just now, Ivan murmured!

"The stone just now," Ivan subconsciously repeated his words in his mind. Soon, a thought was like lightning to break through the dark clouds, illuminating the long-lost mi fog in his heart. "This is the stone I am looking for!"

Ivan's eyes suddenly widened. He stared at the stones in his hand as if he had seen an incredible miracle, as if every line and edge of it had a brand new meaning.

At this moment, he understood!

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