The Dean Has Arrived

Since Hornheim’s manpower was wiped out except for the two examiners under the Cliff of Westland, and even the camp was commissioned by Adric’s caravan to build, Baine and Markus had to separately contact the Qi Yao Mage Association and Investigate the cause of the dark creature's commotion.

"How about, have you discovered the reason why Timothy's Dark Alliance behaves abnormally recently?"

Baine returned to the mage tower on the Cliffs of Westland and found that Markus had also returned, so he asked.

"No, but I have a clue."

As if trying to settle down, Markus took a sip of barley tea, but his hand holding the teacup still twitched nervously: "Those dark creatures are like crazy: I attacked A hunting team of swamp gnolls, and then tried to use hypnotic magic to understand the reason why they are so violent, but failed."

"Because they speak orc language" Baine tried to joke.

"They speak Abyssal language." Marknus did not hear the joking in Bain's words, but continued: "You know, I used to study Abyssal language to deal with a lich, and those wolves After being hypnotized, people speak Abyssal language, but their words are completely utterly illogical. They are purely fragmented words and words of unclear meaning. If it were not that they had no signs of mental disturbance, I would even think these guys Dominated by spiritual magic."

"That's really bad"

Baine frowned: "The ascetic monk who protected us before has not been seen. It is estimated that they have died in the riot of dark creatures, and the law-protecting knights who have agreed with the pure white church have not contacted. To be honest, the situation is not optimistic."

After a pause, he made himself a cup of steaming barley tea with the water heater that comes with the mage tower, and continued: "In the worst case, it may only be the two of us taking the students and professors from the Magic Academy through Fengkou Plateau, advance into the Amber Plain, the destination this time."

"Don't be kidding, only the two of us can't organize a decent exam, right? The thing we live in now is built by the group of goblins of Adric."

Markus' face changed.

"No, it was built by the little dwarf. That goblin is just a role like an overseer." Bain corrected casually.

"This kind of little thing is fine, Bain, have you contacted Hohenheim?"

In the end, Makanus can only pin his hopes on Baine.

"Most advanced dark creatures, such as the earl of vampires and the great devil, are good magicians. I just sent Hohenheim a call for help. Once intercepted by them, this temporary camp is in danger of being attacked. So I can only ask my envoys The demon is going to deliver the letter. If everything goes well, you will be able to reach Hohenheim in about three days."

Bain didn't want to sell him, so he made it clear.

"It takes three days to go back. Then we get the reply in six days." Marknus frowned, obviously not satisfied with the efficiency.

"No, as long as I receive the messenger's message, I can directly re-summon it here, and the reply can also be obtained through this method, which means that it only takes three days in total."

"That's fine." Marknus sighed in relief.

Bain took a sip of his own tea and told his colleagues: "It's not the time to relax. There is no way to determine the cause of the dark creatures' riot, and it will have a big impact on our next actions."

"But then again, this riot of dark creatures is almost the same as before. It is basically their own internal friction. Maybe after this riot stops. We will be able to take all the territory occupied by the Timothy Dark Alliance in one fell swoop. Taken back."

A light flashed in Markus' eyes, and he made no secret of what he wanted to do: "If you can take back such a large site, you can at least get a viscount collar."

Many times, magicians do not have any requirements for reputation or anything, but they are alive and have a territory that belongs only to them. They will have confidence in doing many things. This is especially true for the type of magician who likes to experiment. No one will take care of the laboratory if it blows up.

Although the death rate has also increased, the degree of freedom is obviously much higher than that of huddling with a group of other colleagues in Hornhaig.

"Let's talk about this kind of thing at the time. Now we are lucky enough to be able to return to Hohenheim alive." Bain sighed. Said helplessly.

At this time, a decorative bust stone sculpture that he placed inside the entrance of the room suddenly twisted. The figure on the stone sculpture is Hida, the great magician who broke his arm. This magician once laid the foundation for the great migration. Twenty basic common sense in the field of alchemy. His hand was blown up while verifying the correctness of the magic theory, which gave him the nickname of a broken arm. This great magician is a tribute to every magician who has been in contact with the field of alchemy. The presence.

It wasn't a strange thing to have this statue in the magician's room, but now the statue is twisted inexplicably and looks rather strange.

"Is this your ambassador sent back feedback?" Marknus is not good at the ambassador's ability, although he is a little envious. But I can only ask casually.

"My servant who stayed at the gate of the mage tower found something interesting."

Baine stood up and walked to the statue~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with his finger gently poking the statue's forehead, the statue that was still turbulent suddenly quieted down.

"What's interesting?" Marknus asked naturally curiously.

"Someone has come to visit the owner of this tower."

Baine's fingers did not leave the forehead of the statue, but shared vision and hearing with his ambassador through the statue, checking what happened at the door.

"When you visit the master, are you talking about the people from Adric College?" Marknus frowned.

At first, Marknus had a good impression of Adric Academy, which saved their lives, but after Adric finished building this somewhat distracting mage tower, his senses for Adric Academy suddenly fell. A lot.

"Yes." Baine nodded, and then he didn't wait for Marknus to continue inquiring, but just said: "The person who came is from the Timothy Rebellion. From the dialogue, it seems that Adric and this one What does the resistance have to do with"

A faint smile appeared on Bain's face: "Interesting, I want to see what your secrets are." To be continued.