In fact, there are several mage towers in Osstar City, and in the Imperial Era, the Viscount of Osstar at that time was not only the top archmage on the West Coast himself, but also several archmages as deputies. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 But in the war, these towers that have lost their owners can only be looted by orcs and dwarves, and all the arcane props and all the valuable materials such as gems and crystals in the building are smashed and knocked out and taken away, leaving only ruins, even ordinary people are unwilling to approach, and can only be reduced to the lair of night cats and wild dogs.

However, there are still a few relatively well-preserved abandoned mage towers, which have been left for other purposes after minor repairs by the Mage Council. One of them, on the edge of the city, was converted into a prison for the Mage's Council.

The upper half of the Mage Tower had been reduced to a splinter of splinters scattered for miles under the fury of an orc general, and the third floor, which had been used to hold various laboratory animals and humanoids, had become the top layer. Now here, the originally scattered fences have been reunited and combined into three large cages. The largest of them is more than 100 square meters, and it is not only equipped with simple utensils such as beds and toilets, but also running water that is channeled in by wooden pipes, and it is well ventilated and transmitted, so it can be regarded as a prison in quite good condition.

But when seven or eight big men were locked up for days, the air and atmosphere inside inevitably became unbearable.

"Let us out! We've been here for days! Eat those stinky bread and salted fish every day, and smell the bread and salted fish that we pulled out ourselves. Damn West Coast hillbillies, do you know who we are? We're an affiliate of the Real Red Army! You can't do that to us!"

Fat Stanley and a few of his men kicked the fence in a rage, but unfortunately it was made of wooden rattan catalyzed by the Olympiad, the hardness was no worse than the steel bar, and it was extremely flexible, even those giant beasts with a life strength of seven or eight levels could not be destroyed, no matter how hard these irascible mercenaries kicked and hit, the fence would bounce back immediately after being slightly deformed.

"But you said before that you are an affiliate of the Southern Legion. Baron Atokin's face was gloomy, and the two mages behind him also looked at the big men in the cage with the same faces as if they were looking at. In fact, a dozen or so men who were already covered in stinky sweat were confined to this cage for eating, drinking, and lazar, and the smell of their bodies was indeed similar to that of their stool.

"Yes, yes. We are both an appendage of the Southern Corps and an adjunct of the True Red Corps. Don't you West Coast hillbillies understand? We belong to the 7th Battalion of the Red Dragon Brigade of the True Red Army, and we occasionally help the Night Stalkers of the Southern Legion with some things. Now you know what kind of big people are behind us, right? How dare you lock us up here?"

"These lowly and shameless bandits, without the slightest sense of honor or shame! rats who eat dung for a living in the gutter!" a middle-aged mage behind Atokin cursed in a low and indignant voice. "How dare they roar at the nobles of the Empire!"

"When the empire was in the past, the imperial army didn't even pay attention to the holy warriors of the temple, and of course they never delegated these rats. No, there weren't any rats! It's like there's no garbage, there's no room for these rats!" The other old mage with white hair and at least seventy years old mage was also full of righteous indignation. Judging from his age, he must have bathed in the glory of the empire, but now he can only stand behind Baron Atokin, which means that at that time, he could only play a small role with the side of 'noble'. However, this did not prevent him from recalling the greatness of the empire and the depraved status quo.

"Of course, at that time, how could there be such a loose system as the Mage Council, only the nobles who belonged to the empire, the lords who belonged to the nobility, at most took care of the complaints of the church temples, but there was no distinction between dignity and inferiority like now. Baron Atokin couldn't help but shrug his shoulders as well. Nostalgia for the Empire era is a common problem among the declining aristocracy, and when several West Coast mages get together, no more than two topics will inevitably be brought to the Empire. Of course, they knew that it was impossible to return to the Age of Empires, but whining was also indispensable.

However, he came here today to complain. Baron Atokin coughed and cleared his throat, and said to the mercenaries: "Today we are here to declare, no matter which legion you claim to belong to, even if there is evidence to prove it, it is useless. Because how dare you be violent against a mage. This was witnessed by the High Paladin Knight Gawain of the Guardian Hand and several other Gentile friends, and the evidence was conclusive and irrefutable. No matter where it is placed, it is an unforgivable felony. Be prepared to be imprisoned for the rest of your life......"

"What? imprisoned for life? You can't do that!"

"You hillbilly mages. Even the Mage Council in the Great Plains wouldn't dare treat us like this!"

"Do you want to die? Do you know how many things the Legion makes us deal with each year? Are you trying to force a brigade commander to come to you for trouble? Can you withstand the wrath of the Southern Legion?"

The already irascible mercenaries inside exploded, and some of them slammed into the fence even more violently, and they were constantly bounced back. More of a roar like crazy, spraying spittle and stench in this direction.

"How can these rats be so grumpy? There is no shortage of food and water, and there is no abuse of them. The middle-aged mage behind Atokin frowned.

"These trash-like pariahs, maggot-like thieves and bandits! If it's when the glory of the empire shines, your only fate is to be sent to the dissecting table, or you can just throw it to the creatures of purgatory as live food! Now you're only imprisoned for life, and you're not satisfied...... Ahem, ahem... You guys... Ahem..."The old mage's anger was not inferior to that of the mercenaries, and he stepped forward with his face and hair all over his face and beard to roar at them, but he seemed to be so smoked by the stench that he couldn't stand it, and coughed and fell into defeat.

A young mage standing behind them hurriedly stepped forward to help the crumbling old mage, looking at the vicious mercenaries in the cage, this young nobleman who obviously didn't know much turned slightly blue, and after hesitating for a moment, he still said, "Isn't this kind of treatment a bit excessive? If these guys are really ...... Didn't they even come up with a letter of appointment from the real Red Army before? It's not official, but it doesn't seem to be a fake. If they really have anything to do with the Southern Legion...... Let both sides exert pressure at the same time, and we will only release them in the end..."

"Shut up, young man. This is the decision of the Mage Council. It's not as simple as you think. Baron Atokin scolded.

"That's right. Baron Atokin's proposal this time is very good, and we should take advantage of this time to be tough. Even if they were really subordinates of the True Red Army and the Southern Legion, intending to kill an Arcane Academy mage who hired them could not be unambiguous in any way. This is a grave provocation to the dignity of all nobles! We occupy the moral high ground. The middle-aged mage added beside him, his expression and eyes glittering, and it was clear that this proposal was indeed in his mind. "And the toughness we show at this time will surely impress the nobles of other places. The Southern Legion will no longer be embarrassed to squeeze us at will in the future. Even if they had to release these mercenaries who belonged to them, we could secretly get quite a lot of benefits...... This is a thousand times better than releasing them directly. This is really a brilliant idea! His Excellency Atokin's political wisdom has been endorsed by many people. Not long ago, there were rumors that he colluded with the Alpha Revival Society, which is really shameless slander. There will never be a shortage of space for such brilliant artists to perform on the political stage, so why hang out with those dangerous madmen?"

"You've won a prize. The corner of Baron Atokin's eyes twitched, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

The whispered exchange here did not stop the mercenaries in the cage from thundering. The roars and shouts and scolding of seven or eight people gathered were actually a bit deafening, and several mages here also looked extremely impatient, and the old mage who had breathed waved his arms, ready to give these people an arcane shot, but fortunately, the young mage next to him stopped him in time.

"Alright. When the verdict is over, leave and let the smelly bandits slowly make noise against the walls, and food and water will be brought to them on a regular basis. The middle-aged mage hurriedly waved his hand, they came here today to just go through the motions on behalf of the Mage Council, if this old man of the Anthony family was angry, it would really be worth the loss.

The young mage hurriedly helped the old mage to follow Baron Atokin and turned towards the staircase, but no sooner had they turned around than they heard an unusual click. Turning around again, they were stunned to find that most of the wooden cage had detached itself from the structure and had fallen to the ground like an unstable fence wall.

Also stunned were the mercenaries who were being held inside. They must have tried many times with this seemingly loose wooden fence these days, and they were well aware of the impregnability of the arcane-generated prison, and the impact and kicking and shaking inside was more of an outrage. They didn't expect that they would directly collapse this prison like this.

In fact, there really wasn't any real damage to the arcane wooden cage. It's just that this relatively large cage is made up of more than a dozen relatively small cages, after all, it was only used to hold various animals before, and it is not entirely suitable to be used as a prison for imprisoning people. The Arcane Modified Wooden Fence is still tough and unusually strong, and has a slow self-healing function, but the patchwork link is the later processing, which looks very thick and strong, but after all, it can't compare to the Arcane Creations of the Imperial Age. Now the situation is not known whether it is in disrepair or the result of the continuous impact and shaking of these mercenaries in the past few days, and one of the key links suddenly came loose and broken, causing half of the wooden fence to fall directly from above.

The brief silence lasted less than two seconds, and the mercenaries reacted first, screaming out of the breach, and pounced on the still sluggish mages.

"Kill them, these hillbilly mages!" The first few people were already suffocated inside, and in addition to the stench, they were all murderous. Although he didn't have a weapon in his hand, with only the strength of the muscles and muscles of those years of fighting, it was not much more difficult to pinch two mage nobles to death than to kill a chicken.

"Wait, catch it alive, catch it alive!" the fat man Stanley was still a little calm, hanging at the end and trying to remind his subordinates. It's just that the sound is completely drowned out by the roars of others.

And no matter what these mercenaries were going to do, just these twisted and hideous faces, and the bodies that exuded a foul smell and murderous aura rushed towards this side, made several noble lords directly enter a state of excessive panic from the shock after the collapse of the cage, they were like frogs watching the snake's head gradually approach, every nerve and muscle in the body fell into the control of terror, and they froze there without moving at all.

Knock knock, the first few mercenaries were suddenly bounced off and fell to the ground, as if they had hit a transparent wall.

"Don't be stunned, hurry up and go!" Baron Atokin roared loudly, while also desperately dragging the middle-aged mage and the young man who was still holding the old mage. It seemed that he was the only one who could retain some rationality and response in this mutation, and hurriedly used props to stimulate a force field barrier to block those mercenaries who rushed over. This is the most common type of arcane that low-level mages use to make items, and although the force field built by this low-level arcane is not enough to protect against many real attacks, it is very useful for dealing with some unexpected situations.

"How... How could it be? how did they rush out? how did that rattan cage break? Did those maintenance bastards spend all their time with maintenance money again? I'm going to skin them!" the buffer brought the middle-aged mage back to his senses slightly, and roared in horror as he ran towards the staircase. The older mages on the West Coast have more or less fought bandits and beasts during the famine, but that was decades ago, and under the general peace maintained by the Temple Church, arcane is only a status symbol for them, not a skill or knowledge to live in, and many of them don't even have emergency arcane props on them, and it is impossible to successfully perform any of them when they are nervous.

"What about the guards, what about the protective arcane, shouldn't there be a guard golem, come and kill these shameless rats!" On the contrary, the old mage, who still needed the support of the young man just now, rushed to the alchemy experimental table not far away, and slapped at some of the magic circles and mechanisms above. When the Mage Council repaired this place as a prison, of course, it also repaired some protective measures by the way, but it was rarely used here, and no one knew how effective these spare protective measures were.

With the old mage's slapping and stimulation, there were two figures in the pile of debris over there with a creaking sound, they were actually two wooden golems, and the figure of more than two meters tall seemed quite powerful, but the movements were slower and stiffer than the old mage, like an old man who had suffered a stroke.

"Andrews, witness my fight!" the mercenaries shouted, and the last three of them rushed towards the wooden golem, kicking and kicking the two golems that were only a little stronger than the scarecrow. The others, who had just been knocked down by the rebound, sprang up quickly, gathered together and roared and slammed their shoulders forward.

Crackling, the sound of the force field being destroyed was somewhat like a large hedron cracking and like an electric spark, although the force field itself was formless and substantial, but the power that escaped before it disappeared was still shaking the surrounding air. In terms of sheer strength, the impact of these mercenaries was far from exceeding the capacity of this force field arcane, but the meager fighting energy they had induced and the meager fighting energy they had generated from their faith had still wreaked havoc on the three-ring arcane. It is clear that these mercenaries are very experienced in combat and know how to deal with this arcane art.

Baron Atokin had already pulled the middle-aged mage back to the staircase, and their faces were pale. At this time, it is useless to simply escape, these mercenaries who have been trekking in the wild all year round must be countless times faster than the legs and feet of their two noble lords who lack training, and this is the edge of Osstar City, because this matter is not suitable for publicity for the time being, they don't even bring an entourage of guards, and even if they run down, there is no one to help.

And the old mage of the Anthony family was still there slapping the experimental table like crazy, trying to activate a switch on it that I don't know if it didn't exist: "There is an arcane, I remember there should be a bondage arcane, Katos, who is in charge of repairing this prison, told me that he has restored a four-ring arcane ...... that prevents prisoners from escaping."

"Stop! I also have a large-area destructive four-ring arcane here, and I'll use it if you come back!" Baron Atokin stood abruptly, holding a gem aloft in his hand. "Calm down yourselves, even if you take us hostage, will you really be able to escape? This is Ossin City, and the Holy Warriors of the Temple of the Sun and the Guardian Hand will never allow you to ......"

"Okay, wait," Fat Stanley stood still, shouting at his men to stop. Although the detention of these days has also made him full of stench and anger, and his eyes are also red, his sanity has not been completely lost, and he understands that this mage is not bad, even if they really slaughter or kidnap these noble mages now, it will be useless, they are not completely desperate outlaws, and they can't make a desperate bet here.

But it seemed that the anger that had been suppressed these days was too great, and almost no one of these mercenaries listened to him and stood still, still rushing towards Baron Atokin with a fierce and murderous face.

Just when the middle-aged mage's expression was distorted by fear, and Baron Atokin's hand clenched into color, and these mercenaries were about to rush in front of them, the old mage over there seemed to have finally touched the arcane mechanism left on the test table, and a tooth-aching sound came from the wooden golems scattered on the ground, as well as the wooden cages over there, these arcane transformed wood and rattan flew and twisted as if they had come to life, and in the blink of an eye, they combined into more than a dozen wooden rattan chains like giant snakes and wound towards the mercenaries。

The change came so suddenly that almost all the mercenaries were caught in the wooden chains before they could react. Fat Stanley felt that something was wrong, and jumped to the side and rolled away, dodging the first wooden chains, but before he could get up, he was entangled in the chains that followed him. Not only did the wooden chains completely inherit the tenacity of the fences, but they also became thicker because of the intertwining and collusion, and in the blink of an eye, the mercenaries who had just escaped from their cages became orbs covered in wood.

"Stop, stop! We surrender!" the fat man Stanley only showed his head, and he still screamed desperately for mercy in time. His voice then turned into grotesque screams and moans, and the wooden chains that bound them were squeezing and shrinking in the middle, as if to squeeze all the air out of the mercenaries' bodies. The heads and faces of all the mercenaries, including Stanley the Fat, turned purple with their strange moans, and their eyes bulged out as if they were about to fly out at once.

"Stop, stop!" the middle-aged mage hurriedly shouted at the old mage, but the old mage was dumbfounded with his hands spread out, and obviously didn't know how to manipulate the inspired arcane.

However, after two or three breaths, the moans from the mouths of these mercenaries were only like a gossamer, and blood began to drip from the corners of several eyes and noses, and their faces turned purple like giant grapes, and the stench of feces and urine began to fill the air.

There were a few soft pops, and the mercenary's eyes were directly squeezed and jumped out, leaving only some optic nerves implicated and hanging on their completely deformed faces, but they couldn't even scream. With the sound of Gragra's bones shattering, all the mercenary moans and struggles completely disappeared, blood and various bodily fluids mixed together, and the bodies of the mercenaries who no longer moved continued to pour out like water oozing out of a towel, merging on the ground into a large pool of dark red water. This kind of binding spell, which is supposed to deal with large demonic beasts, seems to be a little too powerful for the human body.

In the sound of vomiting, the young mage knelt on the ground, as if he was about to vomit out his intestines, and while vomiting, his hands and feet trembled and crawled down the stairs, such a scene was a bit too exciting for young people who had not seen much of the world.

"Automatically targeting imprisoned creatures... It turned out to be a composite arcane sequence from the Age of Empires... And how did they fix it?" the old mage muttered as he looked at the corpses on the ground, stunned by the scene he had single-handedly created.

"It's... It's—" The middle-aged mage's face was only more ugly than it had been before, and he turned to Baron Atokin for advice. "What should I do? These people are all dead, what are we going to do?"

"This... They forcibly escaped from prison themselves, and they also kidnapped us, and we were automatically strangled by the protective arcane. We're just defending ourselves—" Baron Atokin coughed, and quietly put the jewel back in his hand.

"But... But will the Southern Army and the True Red Army believe our explanation? How else are we going to negotiate with them?"

"Well... I think we need to have a good discussion about it, and I think it's necessary to shift the blame for a while..."

Baron Atokin put his hand on his forehead, his eyes flashing deeply, obviously lost in deep thought. However, unlike the middle-aged mage thought, he was now thinking of some finishing details. This accidental binding spell was very good, allowing him to save a valuable arcane item, but he had to refresh his mind when it came to destroying evidence. The corpses should probably not be dissected in detail, but the trace amounts of furious potions that remained in their drinking water had to be eliminated under some pretext......

As for how to deal with the legion, there is no need to worry about it at all, and the next steps have already been decided. That was the end of his mission.

The next day, the envoys received a formal request from the local council of mages to escort Master Motri, whom they had previously rescued, back to Oroyosta.