Chapter 1491: Brog

"The disaster has come."
On the top floor of the ice-blue tower, a mage in a gorgeous robe stared at the crystal ball on the long table in a daze, muttering to himself, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"What happened? Prophet Brog?"
Seeing that something was wrong, an apprentice hurried forward to ask.
"I saw the darkness... The darkness enveloped us deeply, and a powerful disaster is approaching. What is happening..." Brogg covered his head and said in pain.
There was a moment of loss in his eyes, and the sight from the crystal ball made him feel deeply disturbed, but he could not find the source of the disaster.
"An avalanche has just occurred in the Saint-Chanzell Mountains, and the legendary mage Isquel is going to resolve it. Does the disaster in your mouth refer to this?" the apprentice asked respectfully.
"I don't know, but I can be sure that everyone in the city is shrouded in deep danger." Brogg said hurriedly, "Where are the other powerful wizards in the city? Go and gather them, and say I have something important. Revelation notice."
"This..." The apprentice hesitated and explained hurriedly, "The prophet has no idea, because the end is approaching, the other powerful wizards in the city are following the hero Deken to the Holy Crown City, discussing a truce with Eli, the leader of pure wizards. Related things."
"Damn it, why at this time..." Brogg said unwillingly, "The only thing we can rely on is ourselves."
"What happened?" The apprentice looked terrified.
"I'm still not sure...it seems that I can only use that treasure." As if making some kind of decision, Brogg took out a stack of gold and red cards from the space ring.
Taking a deep breath, he carefully drew one from the stack of cards, and then turned the cards over.
"Impossible..." Brogg's face was shocked. On the front of the card, a demon burning with flames was painted. His skin was red, and he held a giant sickle higher than a human in his hand. It is a goat with high raised horns. Just looking at this card, Brogg felt a deep evil.
"The big devil...how did I get this prediction card?" Brogg covered his head with deep anxiety in his eyes. "It must be because of these cards, it must be so, it will bring deep Unfortunately, I shouldn't have taken it away..."
Seeing the apprentice standing still at a loss, unprovoked anger rose from Brog’s heart: "Why are you standing there stupidly? Do I have to teach you to do everything so you can Do it well?"
Facing Brog’s loud reprimand, the apprentice hurriedly lowered his head and quickly left the room.
After the apprentice left, Brogg stretched out his hand and prepared to draw another card from the pile of cards. However, the fear in his heart made him hesitate.
Brogg knew that the more he used the pile of cards in front of him, the more he knew his destiny, and the faster disaster would come. After hesitating again and again, Brogg retracted his hand and looked at the crystal ball aside.
"This is..." Brogg was startled. From the picture that emerged from the crystal ball, he saw the magic guild hall at the bottom of the tower, and in the hall, a man and a woman, two strangely dressed human beings.
After discovering that something was not right, Brogg hurriedly put away the divination props and quickly went downstairs to look for the figure that appeared in the crystal ball.
Before he could use his teleportation to come downstairs, the deep voice resounded throughout the city.
"Listen, the mages of Tris City, I'm looking for a special set of prophecy cards. It used to be a collection of dragons in the Kingdom of Dragons. You had better hand over the prophecy cards, otherwise, this city will be in My power is destroyed."
The unconcealed threat in the words made Brogg feel cold. The disaster he saw was not an avalanche at all, but the two beings that appeared at this time.
He hurried to the bottom of the tower, but before arriving, Brogg smelled a burning smell coming.
"Hmph, it seems that you won't hand over this treasure easily. Well, let this one next to me show your true power."
"Wait……"
The deep words came again, and Brogg finally reached the bottom of the tower at the very moment of his death, with an anxious cry in his mouth.
In the next moment, Brogg’s gaze turned to a black-robed visitor. Half of his face was covered by a skull-shaped mask. The mask looked so realistic, as if it were made of a real head, nearby. The mages of the show showed disgust and fear.
Quite a few dark corpses with black smoke were lying at his feet, and other mages were afraid to step forward for a while.
"Who are you? Why do you interfere with my spellcasting?" beside him, a girl with purple hair and purple robe asked dissatisfiedly.
"I'm Brog, the prophet who lives here." Looking at the two people who exuded the horror, Brog's flustered heart calmed down, and he replied in a deep voice, "What you want to find, but this set Prophecy card?"
As he spoke, a stack of cards with gold rim and red background appeared in Brogg's hand.
"It is this set of cards, give it to me!" The black robe mage commanded loudly.
"It's not that simple." Brog took a step back, and a flame ignited in his other hand. "How can I trust you? After I get this set of prophecy cards, I will let us go."
"I am not interested in your lives. All I want is that set of cards." The black robe mage replied in a deep voice.
"There is no proof, I can't believe everything you say." Brogg retorted.
"Weak mage, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me? The lives of all of you are in my hands. Without the existence of a legendary mage, who can stop me?" The black robe mage asked disdainfully.
Brogg held up the prophecy card aloft: "With this set of cards in my hand, it is very fragile, and you can burn it to ashes with a single fire."
"How stupid." Facing Brogg who threatened with the prophecy card, the black-robed mage shook his head, and the flames ignited on him.
The next moment, accompanied by a gust of hot wind, the black robe mage had appeared in front of Brogg.
Brogg only felt his arm light, he stared blankly, his palm plus forearm, he did not know when he had separated from his body and was caught by the black robe mage.
At this moment, Brog saw the true appearance of the black-robed mage. His head grew horns and his skin turned red. It was the great demon in the prophecy card.
"No..." Brogg exclaimed. Before he could respond, the black-robed mage returned to the girl.
"My mission is complete, now it's up to you." The black-robed mage put away this set of prediction cards and said affectionately, "Try the power of the new spell, Inota."