The blond young man smiled coldly, "As long as I keep swallowing it, when my computing power reaches the point of almost omniscience, even the creator god Anzel will be stepped on by me!"

Just as he was immersed in his thoughts with great expectation, a stalwart middle-aged man, also wearing heavy witchcraft armor, opened the door and hurried in.

When he approached the young man, he immediately bent down and said respectfully: "Good day, respected Marquis Walton, the mercenaries have now gathered at the school grounds."

"How many people are there?" Jack Walton asked with an indifferent expression and without looking back.

"The total number of mercenaries participating in the battle this time was 1,574, among which the number of wizard apprentices was the largest, 1,307; the number of first-level wizards was second, 233;

The number of second-level wizards is the smallest, thirty-four, and there are currently no third-level wizards." The middle-aged man responded in an orderly manner.

"Well, the work is very detailed, not bad."

Jeck Walton nodded slightly, "So, have you informed them of the reward policy for this campaign?"

The middle-aged man nodded respectfully and said: "The propaganda has been completed, now we are waiting for you to perform the final pre-war prayer ceremony."

"Well, let's go then." Walton's indifferent expression remained unchanged. Yun Danfeng flicked his cloak lightly, turned around and walked quickly out the door.

The sturdy middle-aged man followed closely, taking three steps and two steps at a time, and left the watchtower with him.

Tap tap tap——

The sound of footsteps continued.

After the two left the watchtower, they pulled out the afterimages at a very fast speed and followed the winding corridors from high to low. In a few minutes, they arrived at the school grounds at the bottom of the temple fortress.

among.

The mercenaries, who were scattered throughout the vast school grounds, mainly in small groups, began to whisper after seeing Walton himself arriving.

"Look, the important person is here."

"This is the Marquis Walton, he is so young."

"To be able to become a legion commander at such a young age is really not easy."

"Nothing but envy is still envy."

"Who calls someone a genius?"

"More than a genius, he is simply a witchcraft monster."

"Oh, I don't know about that. Is it such an exaggeration?"

"You can enter the realm of third-level wizards at the age of thirty. Do you think this is considered a monster?"

"Hiss... This is a bit too outrageous. I was still an apprentice when I was thirty years old."

Listening to the few words coming from the school grounds, feeling the shock, envy, jealousy and other emotions flowing from the mercenaries whispering to each other, Walton slowly walked up to the high platform of the school grounds and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, chuckling secretly in his heart:

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! ‘Yes, that’s the feeling, very jealous, right?

Haha, come and be jealous of me, my genius and my incomparability!’

In fact, what these mercenaries said was a bit conservative.

Walton, who is now just thirty years old, has already reached the pinnacle of the third-level wizard.

Moreover, he may break through the realm barrier at any time and become a thirty-year-old morning star wizard that is rarely seen in the Anzel world from ancient times to the present.

"Everyone, I am the commander of the Ninth Legion of the Temple, and the chief executive officer of this demon-killing campaign..."

Just when Walton was enjoying the secret feeling in his heart and standing on the high platform to speak in a somewhat eloquent manner, in an open space at the edge of the school grounds, time and space suddenly distorted.

Buzz——

In the sparkling time and space, four mysterious men in black robes of different heights emerged from scratch and slowly appeared in the air.

What's strange is that such an obvious and weird scene didn't attract anyone's attention.

Not only did the mercenaries who were standing at the back and closest not notice it, but even Walton, who was the furthest away but had a broad field of vision and almost had an overview of the entire school grounds, seemed to be blind, completely unaware of the discovery on his eyelids.

The scene underneath has completely changed the scene of a living person.

What's even stranger is that the four men in black robes seemed to have expected that no one would pay attention to them. They did not flee the scene in a hurry after landing here, but stood quietly and silently, as if they were there.

What are you waiting for?

call--

Suddenly, a dry and cold wind blew up for no apparent reason.
Chapter completed!