"My Lord, don't you think lady Vivika is being too hasty by having us gather here?"
A one-circle sorcerer asked a second circle sorcerer beside him, his tone full of confusion.
"I don't understand either. Master should have her own thoughts." John shook his head.
He looked around and didn't know how many warlocks of the bloodline tower had gathered together. There were at least a few thousand of them, and in front of them were the continuous peaks of the Sofia mountain range. For decades, this place had stopped them from advancing.
They had tried to charge in countless times, but they were blocked by the soul slave Army of the Holy tower. The huge number of soul slaves made them suffer, and they naturally failed to break through.
Today, Vivika suddenly issued a command, and a large number of warlocks were summoned here.
No one knew why, and no one knew what they were going to do!
The only thing they could do was wait!
