Outside the north gate of Grey Curtain Town, the invading bandits and the town's defenders fought fiercely together, and the noisy shouts of killing resounded throughout the battlefield, and the torches scattered on the ground reflected the entire battlefield clearly.

Mayor Elton was standing on the newly built tower of Grey Curtain with his sword in hand, watching, followed by his trusty old butler.

The towers were apparently modelled on the defenses of the new town, but if archers were not placed on the towers and an unquenchable bonfire was lit outside the town to ensure the archers' visibility, the towers would lose their original meaning.

But at the end of the day, it's just some stone and wood, and Mayor Elton doesn't care, if the tower can't help the defense, at least it's a good place to lookout.

Even if you can't see the wilderness clearly, it's good to stand on the tower and look back at the night view of Grey Curtain Town.

Compared to tonight, the tower was of some value in time, allowing the people on the tower to look out over the entire battlefield outside the town.

A group of robbers who came to Grey Curtain Town to loot supplies for the winter, this kind of small scene obviously did not require the old mayor of the third order to come down in person, so Elton just watched with interest accompanied by the butler.

There are usually only two or four archers on the tower, but when it comes to physical space, ten people are not a problem standing down.

At this moment, in addition to Elton and the butler, there was an elderly man standing on one side of the tower.

The old man's face was full of deep wrinkles, his hair was withered and gray, and he was wearing a moon-white robe, which he did not dare to say was gorgeous, but the embroidery and stitches on the surface obviously could not have come from the hands of the women and children in the countryside of Gray Curtain Town.

Anyone in the town who knows a little about the old man will call him Master Ivanor, or the great magician, sir, mentor, or master mage of Ivano when they meet them on the street, in short, all kinds of funny titles can often be heard.

For the villagers with little knowledge in the countryside, they don't know how big a great magician is, and it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if the various suffixes are called wrong, as long as you send a polite attitude and don't offend people unintentionally.

And the old Ivanor himself was well aware of his physical condition, and his drowsy consciousness could not give him extra energy to dwell on these trivial matters.

The reason why Ivanor appeared on the tower tonight was obviously at the invitation of Mayor Elton.

It stands to reason that it's just a group of bandits, and even the third-order Elton doesn't need to go down in person, and it seems that there is no need to use the power of magic.

However, until the full picture of the enemy is seen, no one can guarantee that there will be any variables, so Mayor Elton sent an invitation to Mage Ivanor in his capacity as the tribune of the pastoral side.

Ivanor had a hard time coming, and by the time he had blessed himself with an eagle-eye spell and climbed the tower tremblingly with the help of Butler Elton, the town's defense battle had begun.

Elton's fundamental purpose was naturally not to admire Evanor's magical prowess, but to bring them closer.

After all, with Elton's own third-order strength, he could clearly feel the strength level of the other party, whether he was facing someone who was one order higher than him, the same level as himself, or lower than himself.

And Ivano is not in Elton's perception range, which means that the other party is at least two or three orders higher than his own strength.

It stands to reason that such a strong man has entered his own territory, and Elton will either get close or be deeply guarded, but Elton's attitude is only to maintain the due politeness, and after a few brief exchanges with Ivano, he loses interest.

Master Ivano must have the strength, but unfortunately he is too old, so old that he often forgets things, and he is also a little silent, so he will come to this kind of frontier place to enjoy his old age in the name of 'retirement'.

After a few words of conversation, Mayor Elton found that he couldn't get anything more than to get some youthful feeling from the old guy, and naturally lost interest in the other party's bark-like face.

Ivano was well aware of his situation, and in fact he didn't want to have too much contact with the local authorities wherever he went. Because even if he wants to establish a relationship with the other party, it will be embarrassing to have a lively chat with the other party one moment, but turn around and forget who the other party is the next moment.

So the two sides on the tower were silent, and they fell into their own wait-and-see.

The fighting on the battlefield continues, gradually entering a white-hot stage.

Ivanor didn't have much interest in such a scene, although he also showed bravery when he was young, but now at this age, passion and something have long been wasted.

However, at one point, a violent wave of magic suddenly came from the battlefield.

Ordinary people didn't feel anything, but Mage Ivano, who was standing on the tower, suddenly turned his head at a speed that was extremely inappropriate for his age, and his cloudy old eyes burst into light, and he looked at a certain part of the battlefield with a shocked expression.

It's a pity that the dense figures on the battlefield are shaking, and even with the blessing of Eagle Eye, Ivano can't lock on to the target he cares about at a glance. It was only a moment later, and the vast magic fluctuations were fleeting, as if they had never appeared.

Even though he was often a little drowsy because of his age, Ivanor still insisted that the moment just now was not an illusion, because the moment the magic fluctuation appeared, his whole body shook a little when he was far away from the tower.

What was truly terrifying was that the vast abyss-like fluctuations of magic were not any of the elements that Ivanor was familiar with, but a thick and deep undead aura that carried with it an overwhelming decay and desolation.

So what is it exactly?

At that moment, the old mage had only this one voice in his heart.

The sixth-order self does not dare to say that he is pretending to be a 'sage' in the mage system, but his own experience and insight are enough to be worthy of the word 'broad' on the entire continent.

But in the face of the breath captured in a short moment, Ivanor felt a sense of confusion and unknown, and he couldn't even find a suitable answer. And not only that, but he even gave birth to a sense of admiration.

I'm afraid there are eight orders...... No, maybe it's already the ninth order.

Damn, it's been a long time since this kind of vast and powerful aura has appeared on this continent, and now the chief elder of the Dark Council is only the eighth order. What exactly is that?

Ivanor's whole body shuddered faintly, and this feeling was like a small stone suddenly rolling in front of you, and you looked up and saw a huge mountain that stretched into the sky.

Fortunately, he didn't wait too long, and on the old mage's shocked face, in his sight that had not yet retracted, he suddenly saw a strange scene again.

It was a half-kneeling boy with a sword on the battlefield, raising the blade of his sword and preparing to stab the enemy on the ground...... Wait! What is he holding with his left hand?

At the moment when the old mage's thoughts were racing, a suspicious humanoid thing that the half-kneeling young man pressed on the ground suddenly weathered into sand and collapsed into the wind.

Although he didn't see the beginning, he caught the end, and it was likely that the strange aura on the battlefield before came from the half-kneeling boy.

It is not appropriate to say that it is the power of decay, because there is no such thing as rotten magic in the magic category, but at this moment, the old mage thinks that only the word decay fits the scene in front of him.

Everything related to decay, no, it should be said that everything related to death, decay and withering, necromantic breath, are all classified as necromancy.

And necromancy is taboo in any era and anywhere, as long as it is a stage where human beings still have the right to speak.

Ivanor tilted his head abruptly to look at Mayor Elton, who was bowing his head and whispering to the butler.

"Master Ivanor, you ......"

Elton and Ivanor looked at each other, and from the corners of each other's old and shaky mouths, it seemed that they had something to say, but before Elton could finish asking, Ivanor had already turned around decisively and went downstairs faster than when he came.

"No polite old thing, I hope you don't get the whole thing down. Elton rolled his eyes as he looked at the trembling old figure that had disappeared into the circular staircase on the outside of the tower.

Ivanor originally wanted to remind Elton of his discovery, but he suddenly remembered that it was useless, that kind of vast aura, and the third-order Elton was not even an ant in front of the other party.

Walking out of the north gate of the town, Ivanor grabbed a mercenary who was leaning against the parapet and pouring ale into his mouth.

"Who is the young man who left?"

The mercenary turned his head a little suspiciously, and just saw the back of Xiao Se, who was wearing a black coat and carrying a long sword on his back, leaving the battlefield, which looked so out of place with the hot battlefield in front of him.

"Oh, Venerable Master Ivanor, it's Thor Drake, the town's grave keeper, who was said to have been frightened not long ago, and the town said there was something wrong with him. The mercenary laughed.

Grave keeper?frightened?abnormal?Ivanor furrowed back to his mansion with an old brow.

Raising his hand and stroking it, the oil lamp suddenly lit up.

Flusteredly turning out the pen and paper, Ivano used the quill pen to appeal to his current observations and judgments one by one on the paper, detailed and meticulous. However, he only put forward his own opinions around the undead magic, and did not mention anything about the speculation of the other party's rank.

After all, when people get old, some judgments will inevitably become cringe, and the ninth order is too sensational.

It doesn't matter, if some people die, the degree of attention will naturally be raised, and there will always be someone who should be exposed, no matter how terrible and turbulent the truth is.

After three full pages of letterhead, Ivanor solemnly dried, folded, stuffed the envelope, and wrote on the cover of the envelope.

"The Dark Council Elder Seat, the head of the Gerald family, Sesteen himself. ”

When he stopped, Ivanor sealed the envelope with a special oil wax and engraved it with his own magical inscription. If anyone tries to force open the envelope to read the contents of the stationery, the entire letter will burn itself.

However, with the two identities of the person on the cover, this letter is destined to go all the way unimpeded.

However, the distance is too far to reach the main city of Odrensa, and it must pass through the magic guild branches of several territories.

"The Crow...... Letter Raven. ”

Ivano muttered to his feet, the sleeves of his wide robe accidentally sweeping over the inkwell on the tabletop, but fortunately there was not much ink left in the bottle, only a small part of the tabletop was soaked.

Looking at the ink droplets on the table and his robes, Ivanor squirmed the corners of his old mouth and cursed, then found a rag to wipe it off.

"It's time to find two magic apprentices, I hope you don't be like those two clumsy idiots again, this time in Grey Curtain Town, looking for two quick and diligent ones. Ivanor muttered to himself.

When he was done, he stood in the room, caressing his beard and falling into thought.

I seem to ...... What important things have you forgotten?

What is it? Ivanor tried his best to recall as he neatly gathered the books and letters on his desk into a pile, trying to evoke more memories through his rational actions.

yes, it's time to read on.

After a few moments, the old mage Ivano made a cup of hot tea, sank into a rocking chair with a book in his hand, and began to enjoy his leisure.