Renn walked through the crowd and came to the middle, shouting: "Teacher."

Ancivodaus smiled and nodded, stroking the snow-white beard on his chest, "Ren, you have done a good job. Taking you as a student is the most correct decision I have ever made in years, and Weizelan will not forget your contribution today."

“This is what I should have done.”

Renn responded humbly and did not take credit for himself.

Ancivodaus's face was even more relieved, but when his eyes swept over the wizards around him, a little heartache appeared in his eyes.

Renn looked back and sighed in his heart.

Compared with the Judgment less than half an hour ago, the number of wizards dropped sharply by more than one-third!

It is roughly estimated that nearly 200 wizards died in this disaster or battle, many of them were members of the wizard group. They were elite wizards who were good at fighting and rushed to the front line of killing enemies, so the casualties were the most severe.

This hit Weizerland too hard.

The wizards above the legend also suffered great losses. Fortunately, several speakers were there, Cadega, Red Dragon Cleos and his student Ronnie looked fine, only Speaker Medela looked pale and her expression was numb. She stood there without saying a word.

But after counting, there were only seven legendary wizards other than the Speaker!

This also includes Oxiliya.

Rennes remembered clearly that there were as many as eighteen legendary wizards in the Floating City of Wizerland, in addition to the betrayed Colested and Ruin Anthram, as well as the Metir who was killed by himself, there were also fifteen legendary wizards.

In other words, four legendary wizards were killed in the battle just now.

He compared the list of surviving legendary wizards one by one and found that among the four dead, in addition to Valega, there was also Colested's student Hilge, a twelve-level wizard.

The other two are middle-level legends and the other is early-level legends.

"It's so miserable."

Renn shook his head secretly, any legendary wizard is a precious talent and power.

Looking at the entire Alan Ershi world, Wizelland has a Holy Soul Wizard and eighteen legendary Wizards, all of which are top forces that no one dares to underestimate.

There are only eleven left now, and Wizelland's voice is bound to plummet.

In Weizelan, the legendary wizard is still responsible for teaching students. After losing so many teachers, Weizelan's entire inheritance system has been affected, and the development of wizards below the legend may not be able to recover in the next few hundred years.

For the first time since the teacher took over the floating city, he suffered such a huge loss.

No wonder the teacher feels so heartbroken.

Moreover, there is a very difficult and embarrassing thing at present. Before the enemy invaded, many wizards had already expressed their withdrawal from the floating city in public. They were more serious and they betrayed them.

These wizards all planned to go to Xinxiang Floating City, but turned to Naxas.

Now they have nowhere to go, what should they do?

As soon as they announced their withdrawal, they were about to return. Are their passionate oaths at the trial all jokes?

The teacher has also made it clear that once you exit, you will never be able to return to the floating city.

How can the words of the Holy Soul Wizard be easily taken back?

There was silence on the ruins of the square, and the wizards looked at each other.

There were more than 80 wizards who said they wanted to withdraw from the floating city on the spot, and some wizards were killed in the New World for sacrifice. After the war, there were almost 40 people who were still alive.

They were all ashamed and looked down at Ancivodaus's decision.

There were also some wizards who frequently looked at Speaker Medela.

The main planner of all these changes was Colested. Although Speaker Medela was taken advantage of, she also had to bear half of the responsibility.

Without her secretly winning over the Speaker's reputation, there wouldn't be so many wizards who chose to leave.

As for the nobles in Modu, they also suffered heavy losses.

All the decades of capital investment were wasted, and the dream of shattering was stolen by Colested, the dream of pioneering a new continent and establishing a new country was shattered.

No matter how much money they lose, it has nothing to do with the Villeland Floating City and will not be held accountable.

However, Speaker Medera must give the nobles an explanation.

"Grand Speaker..."

Finally, Medra broke the silence.

Her voice was no longer as cold and majestic as before, and became hoarse and low, as if she had been thirsty for several days. She said, "So many wizards died, so much money was lost, so many lives disappeared, I am willing to take responsibility for all this."

Ancivodaus was unmoved, as if he had not heard it.

As the youngest Speaker, Cadega still has the temper of a young man, and said sarcastically with anger: "Speaker Medela, how do you be responsible?"

In the six-man parliament, he and Medela were very disagreeable and often faced each other in a tit-for-tat way.

If it were the past, Medra would have refuted.

But this time, she didn't even look at Cadega, and just stared at Ancivodaus. Seeing that this thousand-year-old friend had no reaction, she couldn't help but look tragic.

In fact, she didn't know how to be responsible.

The great loss suffered by Weizelan Floating City cannot be recovered by a light responsibility.

Medra still doesn't understand why things have developed to this point? Looking back on the planning of the past few decades, she clearly had no problem. Everything was done according to her own ideas, and never found the shadow of Colested. How could he take away the floating city?

Without Xinxiang Floating City and Iora's core, it is impossible for me to advance to the Holy Soul.

This means there is not much time left.

Medela was desperate but did not lose her mind. She quickly accepted her failure, but could not accept these wizards who followed her lost their homes.

"Grand Speaker, and all the wizards..."

Medra made the decision, her face regained her firmness and said loudly: "From today, I will withdraw from the six-man parliament and no longer be the Speaker of Wizelland."

Something happened in the crowd, but I was not too surprised.

Since Medela announced her withdrawal from the floating city, she automatically lost the seat of the Speaker.

"I know, a lot of you hate me."

Medela said calmly: "You hate me for betraying Weizelan. You hate me for being blinded and fooled by Colested. You hate the disaster I brought to Weizelan, lost a lot of wealth, and caused you to lose your family and friends..."

"I accept all this, I will give you an explanation." Her voice was loud and loud.

Everyone was curious about what Medela would do.

Renne's soul eye discovered something strange.

Under Medela's calm appearance, his emotions fluctuated violently. The color of his soul changed rapidly at first, and finally became gray and white, and his breath weakened rapidly.

"She's going to commit suicide!"

Renn realized Medra's plan.

The legendary wizard had only a few years left in life. After a battle, his soul power was exhausted, and his soul was in a very weak state. He stepped into the coffin with one foot.

As long as she slightly changes her meditation to stimulate her soul, she will immediately be able to commit suicide.

Ancivodaus also noticed it, and his face changed drastically. He quickly stopped him and said, "Medra, calm down." At the same time, he raised his hand and wanted to cast a spell to treat him.

"No need." Medra shook her head calmly.

Without the support of her soul power, her physical condition took a sharp turn for the worse. Her skin cracked like dehydration. Her black hair was dyed with white ash and shedded one by one. She became a few decades old in a blink of an eye.

"Anyway, I don't have the hope of advancing to the Holy Soul, so I'll use the remaining lifespan to atone for my sins." But Medela's eyes were still bright, he stared at Ancivodaus in a daze, and said softly: "Grand Speaker, I'm really sorry, this is not my original intention."

Ancivodaus shook his head repeatedly: "No need to say this anymore."

"No, if you don't say it, you won't have a chance to say it." Medra's voice trembled, as if there were some inexplicable meanings. "I still remember that Zeniah, York, and Angelal were also with me who entered the floating city at that time... At that time, you were already a famous genius wizard, and we always secretly talked about you behind the scenes, hoping that you could be friends with you."

"I worked hard to practice and learn knowledge, and later I really made friends with you."

"You don't know how happy I was at that time."

"From that day to now, one thousand two hundred and thirty-six years have passed, and Zeniya and York have long been gone."

"Later you were promoted to legend, entered the six-man council, became the Great Speaker, and finally promoted to the Holy Soul Wizard and became the leader of the Floating City."

"I see all this, I am sincerely happy for you, and I am desperately trying to keep up with you."

"But it's too difficult to advance to the Holy Soul."

"For more than a thousand years, I have always wanted to become a holy soul wizard." Modra's eyes were full of yearning, "If I were also a holy soul wizard, then I could continue to be friends with you. I thought there would be another thousand years, even two thousand years, three thousand years...it seems impossible now."

Ancivodaus' eyes were red and tears were flashing.

But Medela seemed very calm, "Ansy, for our friendship for more than a thousand years, I hope you can give them a chance to become a member of Wizelland again."

"Okay." Ancivodaus agreed immediately.

"Thanks……"

Medela looked at Ancivodaus deeply and murmured: "How great it would be if I could go back to my youth. I will never be afraid of expressing myself... But I can never go back..."

Her voice was intermittent and inaudible.

"Goodbye, old friend." After saying the last sentence, Medela's body decayed, as if it was weathered, drifting with the wind.

Ancivodaus reached out and grabbed it, but only a wisp of fine ash fell on his palm.
To be continued...