In the boys' dormitory, Morin, who was holding a training badge, opened his eyes suddenly.

He gasped for breath like a nightmare, his face was very pale, he threw himself at the window and opened the curtains, and the afternoon sun poured in and burned patches of temporary blind spots in his vision, as if strange black roses were blooming and withering.

The boy hid in the sunlight at the window, staring at the steamy long lake in front of him in a daze, and suddenly felt that this scene was hazy and unfamiliar, and he couldn't tell whether it was reality or fantasy for a while.

He couldn't remember how many battles he had seen before, and in that long and endless night, he only remembered that there was always the roar of battle in his ears, the broken corpses that stumbled on the ground, the cold and bright blades beside him, and every time he looked up, he could see that the light of the moon god was covered with a faint layer of ominous blood.

From the beginning of entering the Thorn Ridge defense area at dusk, young Daddy Pike led nearly half of the strength of the Seventh Legion to forcefully crush the first two deceased regiments that blocked the way, and the next four corps simply abandoned their respective camps and gathered their forces together, relying on the terrain to try to slow down the advance of the Seventh Legion.

But Daddy didn't give them a chance.

He had already dispatched several of his most elite corps, and in the darkness of night, he quickly bypassed the terrain of the enemy's defenses.

By the time the young Pike led the main army of the Seventh Legion to the pass, the elite corps had also appeared in the rear of the enemy, outflanking and encircling and outnumbering the opponent several times, and it didn't take long for the fierce army formation to crush the four corps and annihilate them all.

In this battle, Daddy trampled on four more heads.

The commanders of the last two regiments of the dead were almost terrified and did not dare to fight again, so they only sent out skeletons and walking corpses from afar to delay their march.

But the dead weren't the only enemy Daddy faced this night.

In order to prevent them from reaching the Frost Fortress, the few legions of the dead retreated the soldiers on the defensive line, leaving the already complex Thorn Ridge defense area full of holes, and I don't know how many small nightmare beasts infiltrated the area along the gap in the defensive line. For the chaos, in the midst of the thousands of undulating mountains, the Seventh Legion's compact mass of forces shone like the flames of the night, attracting nightmare beasts from all directions to rush forward and attack frantically.

The boy felt that at least half of the enemy in the battle with his father's army was chaotic.

In addition, he noticed that even at the height of the battle, when the legion was besieging the four legions of the dead, the special formation under the command of the old man still did not participate in the battle, and it was more than a dozen powerful professionals who had crossed the earthly line, of which eight or nine went with the army to support the Frost Fortress, and the rest were left behind in the Lange Line.

In the same way, there don't seem to be any big warriors or great magicians among the dead, and even if the last few corps commanders were crushed by their fathers, the battle was still controlled in the realm of secular warfare.

In the fight against the Nightmare Beasts, in order to reduce the marching pressure for ordinary soldiers, the strong men of the special formations took action one after another, often attracting a small group of Nightmare Beasts to attack alone, and the boy also saw one of the great magicians use the five-ring magic to freeze the exit of a steep valley, blocking countless roaring Nightmare Beasts in the valley.

But even so, this long night, large and small battles continued, and the number of casualties increased.

The terrain rose and the howling cold wind grew colder, but Daddy Pike's march did not slow down in the slightest, except for a battle and a brief rest, and the bands of soldiers marched tirelessly like galloping horses, and by the time the morning finally dawned belatedly, the surroundings were already snow-white.

No more legions of the dead in front of them, no more hordes of Nightmare Beasts trailing behind.

- They had traversed the Thorn Ridge and entered the towering Frost Mountains.

The rising morning sun in the image illusion shone on the snow on the mountains, and the bright white snow was as dazzling as the sunlight outside the window at this moment.

Morin narrowed his eyes, looked at the long lake outside the dormitory window, and gently pursed his thirsty lips.

I still have a feeling of indescribability in my heart.

He remembered what his father said to himself during the summer vacation, shaking his head and sighing:

"The information on the Battle of the Blood Moon is available in Victor Academy, you can check it yourself, just remember that no matter what you see, I am your Pike daddy, and this will not change...... But you have to keep that in mind......"

I didn't expect that father, who has always been amiable and smiling all day long, would have such a bloody time...... The boy shook his head, no wonder his father was reluctant to tell him about the past. He also saw the image of young Papa Pike's heavy steel boots crushing the heads of his enemies.

That's a real crush......

Maureen smiled wryly.

I can't even kill someone in the simulated arena.,The original killing principle of killing in one hit in battle has become a one-hit killing principle for one-hit opponents to lose their ability to fight.,If my grandfather and his old man know about it, I'm afraid I'll scold myself for being useless.。

Add to this the torture of not being able to eat meat for half a year......

Although the low-level dead rarely have autonomous consciousness fluctuations, such as skeletons and walking corpses, they can basically only follow the orders of their superiors, but starting from the third sequence of the dead, there is actually not much difference in consciousness from the living, the most common is the ghost, they have their own culture and traditions, and they can also contact the sea of magic to be baptized by magic and learn magic to use cards.

In Illuvita, there is a fourth-year senior in the League of Tricksters, Polios, who is a gifted ghost who is currently studying in the School of Nature and Life.

Not to mention the corpse witches and black knights who can serve as legion leaders.

And Dad didn't even want to keep the captives, and just trampled them to death one by one.

I'm afraid I won't be able to do such a dead hand.

But so what, the boy thought in amazement, is it really as the withered hand said, to send these ill-intentioned commanders back to their shores of the Dead Sea and wait for them to intercede for Daddy in Parliament? How can such an unrealistic idea be held again when he has already torn his face and decided to disobey the directives of the War Council?

Maybe it's better to do it once and for all, as Daddy did.

Besides, the corpse witch is a high-level necromancer, even if there is only one head left, he has to be cautious, in such an urgent situation, every high-level professional is a valuable combat power, how can he divide the manpower to supervise these enemies.

Maybe that's how cruel war is......

Maureen sighed.

Not only is there no way back from the never-ending war against chaos on the border, but the war within the order is just as ruthless. The boy remembered what he had seen in the history books, those records of the war scenes on the Todel continent in the last era, that is, the Third Age, before the establishment of the Holy Alliance, especially the countless bloody battles like meat grinders that broke out between the dead and the living, and he felt a little more relieved about his father's approach.

A few low bells rang in his ears, finally pulling Merlin's thoughts back to the academy.

"Oops! Just looking at the video! I'm going to be late!"

The boy jumped to his feet.

He grabbed Xiao Hei who was playing on the side, picked up his backpack, put away the training badge and rushed out the door.

……

The afternoon session was Professor Honorom's Fundamentals of the Chaotic Forest.

The class was held in the herbarium of the Alchemy Tower as usual, some distance from the dormitory castle, and by the time Merlin arrived panting and running, the class had already begun for a while, and the ranger teacher was holding a large scorpion specimen to introduce the creature called the red-tailed purple-spotted scorpion to the students, saying that its tail poison could be used to alleviate the bites of some of the cursed nightmare beasts.

Fortunately, Professor Honorom was not as strict as Anna Goon, and when he saw the panting teenager standing in the doorway with a pale face, he waved him into the class after saying a word to pay attention next time.

Morin hurriedly walked over to his companions and sat down.

Aeno and Tierna were listening attentively, their pens carefully jotting down notes on their textbooks.

Barron on the side also followed the same note, but compared to Tilna and Aeno Juanxiu's handwriting, the Kadir boy's handwriting was as rough and uninhibited as his size, and before he could write a few large words, it was already crowded with all the white space of the page, and he could no longer write. He stared at the light bulb and looked at the pages of the little vampire next to him and then at his own, his big hand holding the pen frozen in the air, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

As for Marcas, when he saw the specimen of the black scorpion with purple spots and red tail, his scalp was numb, and he didn't even open the textbook.

He was secretly looking at a beautiful third-grade senior on the left, but he didn't expect to find the best angle but was blocked by Mo Lin, who suddenly sat down, and his heart was depressed for a while, this guy really beat me, right? Even if I am late, I still have such no eyesight to pick a position! I don't want to sit here, but I want to sit here to hinder my appreciation......

Ahem, it gets in the way of my view!

Marcus observed, and wanted to find a good angle quietly, but found that the amplitude that needed to be moved was too large, and he had to give up for fear of attracting the attention of the senior sister.

He glanced at Morin angrily and touched the table with his hand.

A question briefly lit up on the table:

"What did you do?"

"I've passed that 60th Floor Trial! I just checked a recording and didn't pay attention to the time. Maureen also touched the table with his hand, leaving a faint line of words where his palm passed.

This was originally a magic technique that Professor Hammer had taught in class, which could be used to temporarily gather some light and leave a brief and faint trace.

Although Professor Hammer said that the difficulty of this skill was not within the scope of the assessment, somehow everyone found it convenient to use this method in the classroom to whisper - there would be no obvious magic fluctuations to attract the professor's attention, and it could also be communicated clearly and quickly, so it didn't take long for everyone to practice this skill with great ease.

"How's it going, have you found anything?" said Marcas, who was suddenly interested.

In addition to Morin, this aristocratic boy from the Gesok Empire is probably the person in the world who wants to find out the past of Baron Calland in the Battle of the Blood Moon, after all, he was disqualified as the heir of the family by Grand Duke Maple Leaf because of that incident.

Because of this, he was reduced to a joke in their aristocratic circles for a while, and when he arrived at the academy, he was ostracized by his classmates from the same Empire, and even Barron and Aeno in the same group.

"I didn't find anything, I just saw Daddy lead his troops into the Frost Mountains and leave the image illusion, and as they crossed the Thorn Ridge, they fought with a few legions of the dead and the Nightmare Beasts, and there were no other conflicts. ”

Merlin knew that Marcus was asking about the conflict between Daddy and the nobleman Gesock, and he touched the table again: "Maybe there will be some variables next, although Daddy and they have entered the Frost Mountains, they are still far from the Frost Fortress, or maybe something happened during the defense of the Frost Fortress, next time I find a free time, I will find a way for you to watch the record card image of Daddy Pike with me." ”

In fact, there is another possibility, the boy did not write it on the table, but he couldn't help himself from thinking like that.

What if it was all a conspiracy from the start?

Captain Oran had also said that in the accounts of the Battle of the Blood Moon that he had read, he had not seen anything about the Frost Fortress facing a large-scale chaotic tidal attack, what if the message for help was false from the beginning, and the reconnaissance team sent out by Lord Cerves, the Magical Mentor, and his father, the young team leader named Jenny, if they also had problems, or if their teleportation had been changed somehow......

The boy was just thinking about it and discussing it with Marcus without saying a word.

In the second half of the lesson, Professor Honorom put down the specimens of the limbs, took out the colorful stones, and began to introduce the rarer ores on the edge of the chaotic forest, as soon as he heard the word rare, Eleno immediately straightened up with a light in his eyes, and became more serious, and the dozing Marcus was also a little interested, and he heard the names of several ores that could be used to refine and process special alloys - those special alloys were often used to make key parts of magic machinery.

Morin was still a little absent-minded, and the figure of Daddy Pike flashed in his mind from time to time.

Before I knew it, it was time for class to end.

The group habitually stayed to help Professor Honorom tidy up the classroom, help him put the animal and plant specimens used in class back in their original positions in the display case, repackage the ore samples back into the crystal box for preservation, and clean up the dust on the display case by the way.

As for the Ranger Uncle, he couldn't get out of it as usual.

At the end of class, he would be surrounded by a large group of chattering girls, especially those senior sisters, who could ask a lot of questions related to the content of the class, large and small, and Professor Honorom could only answer them one by one in detail and seriously.

God knows how much time they spend preparing for the course before each class, and how much time they spend studying the material repeatedly to come up with so many bizarre and course-related questions.

With these fanatical seniors here, the boy can already foresee that his grades in this class may not be very high.

In terms of temperament and image alone, Ed Warlund and Honorrom are probably the two most popular male professors in the academy, one is elegant and the other is quite charming, but Master Ed has long been "famous" after all, and his wife is still the prestigious vice dean Professor Anna Gu, and no one dares to be presumptuous with her.

The seniors can only focus more on this ranger uncle.

Besides, Professor Honorom was much more patient than Master Ed.

The youngest card-making master in Toddell was indeed very casual in his lessons, not only in the beginner card-making course that Morin elected, but also in the other courses he offered.

It is said that there were a few girls in the middle and upper grades who wanted to audit Ed's intermediate card making course, but before the class started, Professor Ed who was sitting on the podium kept sneering, and when the first class was halfway through, the girls finally broke down and ran out of the classroom with red eyes and red heads.

Since then, almost no one has been attending Professor Ede's lectures.

His teacher was really impatient, and Maureen was very impartial in his evaluation. As soon as he remembered that he had been kicked several times by Teacher Ed from the magic tower on the snowy peak directly to the dormitory castle by the lake, the boy's ass began to ache faintly.

"It's better to hit a tree than to ask such a stupid question!" is Ed's usual mantra.

Where will you answer every question in such detail and patience as Professor Honoro in front of you.

Until the few of them had put their teaching supplies in order, Professor Honorom was still surrounded by the girls.

Packing up their belongings, they waved at the professor on the podium:

"Professor—"

"Bang !!"

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion at the entrance of the classroom.

It was as if a giant beast had slammed into the door of the classroom with all its might, and the loud sound immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Maureen also turned his head to look.

He saw that the sunken wooden door had actually fallen off the door frame, and the various magical lines drawn on it also flickered, broken, disintegrated, and dissipated, and with an overwhelming creak and breaking sound, the heavy door panel finally fell to the ground with a clatter, shaking the entire classroom.

There is a shoe print deep in the door panel.

A tall, blonde ponytail girl stood in an empty doorway with a gloomy face.

She wore a tough black gown, a pair of simple but well-made inky trousers tucked along her slender and powerful legs into a pair of long leather boots, and she looked so heroic that she couldn't have looked at the few tiny toes peeking out of her torn right boots.

Of course, she also carried a crimson blood-colored sword on her back.

"Minerma!" Merlin exclaimed.

Boom - the package in Marcas's hand fell to the ground.