"I didn't expect Hamir to be so easy to talk to. Usually when I see him, he is very serious, with a straight face, as if everyone owes him money."
Strange came to New York Sanctum and proposed to the manager of Sanctum to build a defensive heavy armor with high magic resistance and strong enough on the grounds of joining Sorcerer Supreme Tournament.
As the speaker of New York Sanctum, Hamir readily agreed and rarely mentioned the cost of purchasing materials and hiring labor.
You know, Sanctum mages usually need to prepare their own materials and pay forging fees to create equipment.
Giving it away for free is something that doesn't exist.
Although Three Sanctuaries and Kamar-Taj have great businesses, their economic strength is actually quite limited.
Old Master Wong wanted to eat a tuna sandwich, but he didn't have the money to buy it.
And Strange, who became Sorcerer Supreme, still has to worry about what to eat for lunch.
It can be seen that they are indeed not very wealthy.
"Haha, if the Ancient One hadn't opened the back door for you, people might not even care about you."
Luke thought silently.
Strange is a newcomer with no foundation.
He wants to successfully win the battle for hegemony and become the new Sorcerer Supreme.
The difficulty is probably equivalent to understanding that the king can really load himself into a cannon and launch it into the sun to play the accordion.
The possibility is almost zero.
If Luke hadn't intervened, the Ancient One would definitely have made various small moves to forcibly support Strange.
The secret operation put no psychological burden on the old man.
As long as it allows you to retire early and end the long period of staying at work, the Ancient One doesn't mind losing a little bit of his integrity.
Anyway, that thing is not worth anything.
"Maybe Hamir is a good person with a cold face and a warm heart, so he will use the best materials for you and hire the best forging master."
Luke echoed without criticizing.
Of course, these words may sound a bit strange to those who know them.
"Kamar-Taj's people are simple and honest, and the mages who come out are all good people."
Strange believed it to be true and said happily.
At this time, he has not yet realized that he is actually the chosen one, the real protagonist template.
Those competitors who work hard and sweat for the position of Sorcerer Supreme, they are just experienced babies.
"By the way, do you need any weapons?"
Luke looked through the forging master's design drawings, thinking about preparing a big killer weapon for Strange.
We already have a shield for defense, now we need to add some attack methods.
"The berserker's giant axe, the headshot staff... they all look violent."
Luke was amazed, New York Sanctum's group of mages were all more powerful than the soldiers.
Strange scratched his head and asked, "Is there that kind of... weapon that is easier to carry and more powerful?"
"Let me see - this fits your needs perfectly!"
Luke searched for blueprints for a while and picked out the one he thought was the most suitable weapon.
"AK47-Fire Kirin, exclusive to money-spinning players! Not only does it come with special bullets for destroying demons and armor, but it can also be hidden in the shield. When the enemy is not prepared, you can take it out and fire it with a barrage of fire. If you keep it as a surprise, it can have miraculous effects!"
"Remember, when you shoot, you must say 'Sir, times have changed', or 'This thing is much easier to use than a magic wand'."
"This can demoralize the opponent and improve our fighting spirit."
Strange took the drawing, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said with some hesitation, "As a mage, is it... too despicable to use thermal weapons?"
An automatic rifle with magic damage, this kind of thing is simply the enemy of mages.
He could imagine that when the two sides were exchanging spells, he pulled out an AK47-Fire Kirin from his shield, with blue fire coming from the muzzle, and fired at him. How much psychological shadow this would have on his opponent.
"On the battlefield, we must be fair and aboveboard, and most of them will not end well."
Luke speaks with sincerity and sincerity, just like the Mentor in life.
"There is a saying in the East that a general who leads an army in battle will not exclude the use of cunning, deceitful strategies or means to defeat the enemy."
"Stephen, you should put down your inner worldly moral shackles and look at the problem from a higher level."
Strange has a serious face. Although he doesn't quite understand what the higher level Luke is talking about, judging from the serious tone and sharp eyes of the other party, what he said should make sense.
Soon, orders for magic-resistant armor and the enchanted version of AK47-Fire Kirin were successfully placed.
A few days later, the bronze bell of Kamar-Taj rang, and all the people involved in Three Sanctuaries's words came to the scene.
Regarding the selection of Sorcerer Supreme, it officially starts today.
"Hamir, have all the beacons been sent out?"
The old Grande raised his head and asked.
He is the manager of London Sanctum, a highly respected ascetic.
"It's been distributed. There are a total of forty-two beacons, which means that there will be forty-two people participating in this introductory match."
The mutilated Hamir nodded and replied.
The beacon is a Kamar-Taj magic prop.
It is equivalent to an invitation letter or a ticket.
The holder can enter the competition venue - Dream Dimension and participate in the first trial.
"Mordo has gone in?"
Grande looked at the sky, and a long and narrow crack slowly expanded, like a hideous wound that kept opening.
Behind the dark cracks, there are eccentric and colorful colors, like a canvas mixed with countless kinds of paints, giving off a magnificent and dreamy feeling.
That's the arena, Dream Dimension.
A dangerous world where the laws of reality have lost their effect and are full of bizarre and unknown dangers.
"Mordo chose to shoulder this responsibility, which is a good thing."
Hamir said softly.
"The position of Sorcerer Supreme not only represents powerful power, but also a heavy burden. Vishanti will test you every moment, and those Dimensional Demon God are also eyeing the earth."
"If you don't have a firm enough mind and a pure spirit that can resist all kinds of temptations, you won't be able to bear this honor."
"Mordo has been with Sorcerer Supreme for many years. Not only does he have outstanding strength, but his character and morals are also the best choice."
"This time, he has been recognized by the three legendary mages and signed a contract with the great sage Merlin. I think he has a good chance of passing the final trial."
Hamir seems to have full confidence in Mordo after drinking poisonous milk.
"What about Stephen-Strange? He is the second Mystic Arts Master that Kamar-Taj chose to join the war."
Hector, who had been silent all this time, asked.
Compared to Mordo, who has attracted much attention, he cares more about the newcomer Stephen-Strange.
As the oldest Mystic Arts Master, Hector once heard the Ancient One mention Inheritors's choice.
That is a chosen son with courage, wisdom and perseverance far beyond ordinary people!
"I heard that the contractor he found is extraordinary, and he was personally interviewed by Sorcerer Supreme before."
Grande shook his head slightly and chuckled, "I don't think there is a more powerful contractor than the great sage Merlin. He is the most famous legend. He is only one step away from becoming a god."
"Half of the beacons have entered the arena."
Hamir stared at the clear image projected in the hall, and then a touch of anger rose in his eyes.
"Kaecilius! The betrayer is here too!"
Grande remained Hush, and after a moment he slowly said, "As long as he holds the beacon, he is eligible to participate. This is in line with the rules of the battle for hegemony."
"A fallen mage who fell into the arms of Dormammu actually covets the position of Sorcerer Supreme. It's really unbelievable."
Hamir looked unhappy and snorted coldly.
Ten minutes later, all the contestants holding beacons had arrived, many of whom were familiar faces who were famous in the magic world.
"Let's wait and see who wins."
Hector stared at Strange who was walking around Dream Dimension, thinking, "The challenge of the entry competition is not easy. If you are not fully prepared, you will be eliminated easily."