The old wound in the commander's back hurt more and more, and it hurt even more in his head. He knew that this dwarven leader was an extremely rare magic warrior, and even among the generally difficult dwarven warriors, he could easily defeat a hundred characters, so he rarely installed driving crystals on the two golems and placed them indoors as guards.

Of course, even these two military golems are not necessarily the opponents of this dwarven leader. The high-level earth elemental god's divine warriors have always been regarded as a first-class dangerous target in close combat, and no matter how refined and enchanted the metal objects made by alchemy, they are always congenitally weak when facing the earth elemental divine arts, and the long swords of the guards behind are almost ornaments, without the enhancement of legal power such as fighting spirit, and it is no different from noodles for this dwarf.

Fortunately, barbarians like dwarves have an innate weakness for arcane arts, otherwise the Northern Legion would not have been pushing the defense line to their hometown's doorstep, and today's commander may not have the courage to come face to face with such a dangerous creature.

However, this does not mean that the problem must be solved by force. Violence is the simplest and most brutal means, and it is also the ultimate means, which will directly veto other possibilities of expansion, so those who are good at using violence can only become tools at most, and it is always the user of the tool who determines the state of affairs.

The Commander understood this, so he waved his hand for the guards to withdraw.

"The current dispute is not beneficial to either of us. I can assure you that the arcanist who suddenly appeared is definitely not one of ours. There is absolutely no reason for us to waste the power of our allies at this time. ”

The commander said to the dwarven leader in a very sincere tone and voice. It is necessary to tolerate these short barbarians for the time being. He didn't know what the people above were thinking, and he could vaguely feel something. After thinking about it, he added: "Even if you release it, those yellow-skinned rats, those cultists are what we should put forward, and it will never be your turn." ”

"You have a point. You don't look that stupid yet. The sinister smile on the dwarven leader's face seemed to dissipate a little. "So, an alien arcanist has quietly arrived here. Your patrol is really wasteful, and you can't even find a mage crossing the border, so you'd better call the guy in charge right away and ask about it. ”

The commander hesitated, shouted an order to the guards outside, and then began to ponder with his chubby face and head in his hands.

Two highly targeted four-ring arcane spells out these dwarves, and this must be a high-level mage with a lot of combat experience. And a high-level mage who can release the four-ring spell will not be a cabbage that can be seen everywhere wherever he is placed, even if it is a battle mage with the highest position in this gray valley town and can almost be equal to him, the highest can only barely release the three-ring arcane. A high-level mage who has touched the four-ring magic net, not to mention the Northern Legion, should not be a nobody in the entire West Coast. The status of high-level mages is noble, and time is even more precious, they will never be bored enough to secretly run to such a remote military town to travel, and no caravan can afford to pay money and face to invite such a noble master to escort all the way. Even those wandering low-level mages, even if they are so poor that they want to join the bandits and robbers to block the road, they will always raise their heads and look at people with their nostrils, let alone this kind of high-level mages who are qualified to support a large family.

Of course, there is also a small possibility of arcane being released with scrolls. But the fourth-order arcane scroll can only be pulled out by a fairly powerful background. Just because you used two arcane arts didn't mean you only had two or three scrolls prepared. In other words, this mage represents a certain large force, and he must know some unknown insiders, and wants to make something out of this turmoil.

But which side is it? The commander felt his head hurt even more. This is the greatest possibility, and only the high-level mages within the legion are the easiest to lurk in this place, those guys are ready to seize the opportunity to gnaw the fat on their side at any time, as long as the rumor leaks out a little this time, there will definitely be action over there. Or it's possible that the guys in the Mage Council have lived next to each other for decades, and the Council of Nobles and the Northern Legion have long infiltrated each other enough. If this plan leaks out, it will not be surprising that some flies with fat brains will be invited.

Or are you the yellow-skinned Westerners? It's possible, too. Although, in general, arrogant high-ranking mages don't pay attention to those guys. But that group of rats does have the ability to drill camps with both hands, and the wealth they have accumulated is really considerable, and even the dwarves can buy a floating island warship, and it is difficult to say whether they will pay a sky-high price to hire a high-level mage. Aristocrats are very arrogant, and high-level mages are synonymous with more arrogance, but in many cases, arrogance is like a woman's clothes, as long as you pay a high enough price and give him a plausible reason, he will always be able to take it off automatically.

This plan involved too many collaborators, even the dwarven barbarian in front of him was one of them, and the whole plan was as muddy as the kind of Sandroot porridge in a tavern that stayed up all day and all night, no matter which angle and position it looked at, it was a sticky paste. It seems that anyone is possible, everyone has a reason, and if you think about it, it seems that it is not. For a moment, the commander felt a mess in his head.

"My lord, Andrew the chief of the security brigade of Gray Valley reports to you. While he was pondering, a young man in his thirties strode in and gave a military salute to the commander.

"Hello. The commander stood up and gave a military salute and sat down again, the wooden chair letting out an unbearable groan. "Are there any results from the investigation?"

"Nope. We've scrutinized all the outsiders in the town, and we haven't found any trace of a mage. The young man replied with a sigh of relief.

As soon as he received the battle situation over there, there was no need for the dwarves to ask the master for the crime, and the commander immediately ordered the mysterious mage to be tracked down. But he was also mentally prepared that this search was likely to be completely futile. So he wasn't very disappointed, just nodded and sighed.

"Whether or not he is proficient in psychic and illusion schools, a high-level mage will have at least three or four more manipulation spells. It's just a waste of time for you to let ordinary soldiers go searching. If you're a little more serious, you should have the battlemage go by looking at everyone in town to see if they're being deluded by mind or illusion spells. ”

The dwarven leader's gloomy voice rang out beside him. In terms of understanding of mages, in addition to mages, perhaps these barbarians who have been hostile to the Arcane Empire all their lives are the ones who know best, especially those with a mind like him who are relatively easy to use.

The young officer did not reply, did not even glance at the dwarven barbarian, but still stood straight, his golden hair and slight beard delicately combed, as proud as a lion on his own turf. To be able to become a middle- and lower-level officer at this age, he must have been born in the upper echelons of the legion, or at least the heir of a great aristocratic family on the West Coast, and being able to stand next to this dwarf with a blank face is already considered a good cultivation.

The commander glanced at the young man, then at the leader of the dwarves, and explained to him, "That's impossible. There are only three battle mages in Grey Valley Town, which is still a high configuration. Moreover, mages only accept direct orders from the Legion Commander, and even I can only ask them to cooperate with the action. They won't accept the tedious task of troubleshooting. And even if all their mental power was used to use reconnaissance spells, it would be impossible to check everyone in this town. ”

"I know. I know. Those damn mages are always that annoying, aren't they? I'm just giving you a suggestion. The dwarven leader spread his hands, and his tone seemed to have calmed down. "But it's true that this young man didn't do his duty, didn't he block it so well that the mage slipped into our battlefield, didn't he? ”

As he spoke, the leader of the dwarves grabbed the young officer by the waist with one hand, lifted him up like a cloth bag, and threw it on the commander's desk.

The young officer's body tensed like a bow at once, his eyes bulging out and his mouth wide open. The dwarven leader's grasp was not strong or merciless, and his thick fingers directly grabbed the muscles of his back, pinching his spine into pieces by the way. Before he could utter his screams, the dwarven leader's other hand crushed his jaw and small half of his throat, leaving him with no vocal cords and a strange grunt.

The Commander was stunned for a second before jumping to his feet, reaching out to the dwarven leader, the ring on his hand glowing with arcane charges, and the two golems behind him raised their weapons.

"If you dare to attack me, I consider you an enemy. I'm going to kill you right here. The warriors of the Blackstone tribe will also immediately begin to slaughter everyone in the town. The leader of the dwarves stared at the commander, the blood in his eyes that made people vomit, and his voice seemed to come from the lower realm. "Go ****** plan, go ****** cooperate to ****** Alliance! We have been framed! We have died! Someone has to pay for it!"

The Commander's hands trembled, and the fat on it shook out layers of waves, and the arcane light on the ring kept on, but the arcane never ignited. The two golems behind him also stopped moving, as if they had suddenly been drained of the power crystal nucleus.

The leader of the dwarves kept staring at the commander, but he didn't stop, and with just two blows, he broke the sheriff's arm and thigh, completely nullifying the last bit of his struggle. Then the dwarven leader grabbed and pulled at it like a bored child playing with a ball of dough, and the bones, the sinew, the clothes, and even the metal fasteners on the clothing and the saber they wore were effortlessly deformed and torn off under the big hands of the fans. But he did not seem to have done anything about it, consciously or unconsciously, and the young officer was not killed instantly, but could only grunt from his tattered throat and twitch in vain and pathetic like a dissected frog.

In just ten seconds, the young man who was tall and proud like a lion just now became a mutilated flesh and blood skeleton, limbs and pieces of flesh that had been ripped off by the dwarves were all over the ground, the desk was completely soaked in blood, and in a pool of blood, the unformed vigilante captain was still snoring and twitching with the last bit of vitality.

The dwarven leader, who seemed to have almost vented, finally stopped, looked at the captain of the sheriff who still had his last breath, raised his hand and slashed down. With a grak, the non-humanoid flesh skeleton split into two pieces from end to end along with the desk below, splattering the room with bloody brains and internal organs.

"Split you in two like a mountain. The dwarven leader grunted through the bite of his tongue. Reaching out and wiping the brains that splashed on his eyelids, the blood on his hands stained his face blood-red. He glanced up at the commander, who was still shaking with his arms raised, like a man-eating beast that had just gnawed a man alive, and said, "You'd better find the mage, or I'll find it myself sooner or later." ”

With that, the dwarven leader turned and walked out of the office. Hearing the sound just now, the guards who were blocking the door with swords looked at the commander who was trembling all over but didn't say a word, and they didn't dare to stop this monster covered in flesh and blood, and they all got out of the way on both sides.

With a poof, the Commander sat back in his chair, his face furious and bloodshot eyes. But he felt that his hands and feet were completely sore, and he couldn't even pull out the slightest strength.

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"I never thought it would be you, Baron Atokin. ”

In the storage cellar of a hotel in Greydale, Wind and Gawain finally see the people behind helping them. This is a chubby old man who looks kind, and it just so happens that both of them know him. It was Baron Atokin of the Rothschild family.

"Thank you for your help, Baron Atokin. And you, Master Mage. Gawain saluted Baron Atokin with the standard etiquette of a paladin, and then the mage who had brought them here. This is the man who beckoned them to leave, stunned the pursuing dwarves with a wide range of arcane techniques, and led them all the way here.

"Don't worry. It's safe here, and the dwarves won't be able to find it for the time being, let alone the patrols. The inn was the property of Lord Torris, and it was the place where he hid some small goods that were not easily known. The ball of light made by the light technique was beside him, and under the close illumination of the soft white light, the chubby Baron Atokin actually looked a little holy, if he could shave off his hair and beard, it would be a Maitreya Buddha of the Euro continent.

"This is the battle mage of the Northern Legion, the Alstom mage. Years of fighting with the dwarven barbarians have honed their magical skills, and they are able to wield the powerful Triple Ring Arcane. I'm sure you've all seen it. Baron Atokin's introduction was subdued and accompanied by waving gestures, and even in this damp and narrow basement, the aristocratic demeanor was maintained perfectly. "Master Alstom, these two are Mr. Gawain, the guardian hand I introduced to you, and Mr. Wind, a mage from the Western Continent. ”

"Thank you for your help and help, and the Guardian Hand will never forget your righteous deeds. Gawain solemnly saluted Master Alstom again, and Feng Yinqiu hugged him as well.

Master Alston only nodded to Gawain, and as for Feng Yinqiu, he only glanced twice. The Chief Guardian of the West Coast is naturally worthy of respect, and as for this Westerner who dares to claim to be a mage, he has never looked at it from the beginning. Of course, when he first arrived, he was also surprised by the chain of bursting fireballs, but what primitive tribe shaman didn't have a few amazing savage sorcery.

"Thank you, Mr. Baron, for your timely help. But how did you end up in this place?" asked Gawain. This is indeed a very strange question. This Grey Valley Town is not to say that birds do not lay eggs, and it is also extremely remote, as a member of the West Coast Mage Council, Baron Atokin's status must be extremely incommensurate with this place.

"I'm here for you two. Baron Atokin smiled bitterly, and a lot of frost and bitterness appeared on his chubby face. "Not long after you left, I learned a top-secret message from an old friend that the cultists had actually colluded with a handful of scum in the Northern Legion, and even a group of exiled dwarves vying for the position of clan leader had joined in. Such a dangerous situation is too dangerous for the two of you who are alone. ”

"But I can't be 100% sure of this news, and I can't leak it to the temple and the church, so as not to disturb my friend, so I can only rush over in person. As soon as I came here to find Master Alstom, I heard that you were actually besieged by those dwarves. I hurried here with Master Alstom, and I'm glad I was able to help you. Ah, it's dangerous, there are a hundred dwarven warriors there. When I first arrived, I was almost so scared that I couldn't stand on my feet. Luckily, I brought some spell scrolls that I had accumulated in my family just in case. That strengthened spider web circle was just enough to handle that kind of scene. ”

"It is indeed a very timely help, otherwise Mr. Wind and I would have been besieged to death by those dwarves. Gao Wen let out a long sigh. Although he had no injuries on his body until now, and seemed to be much more relaxed than Feng Yinqiu, that didn't mean that he could really ignore the siege as nothing. Even if you don't count the monster-like dwarf leader, he is also an elite warrior with nearly 100 years of experience, and he can hold it up only because what he is best at is guarding.

"I can't imagine that the Northern Legion is not only colluding with the dwarves, but also the cultists. It seems that this Gray Valley Town is indeed too dangerous, and the two of us want to come here to find out, which is indeed a bit whimsical. Gawain nodded. "But what are they doing together? It's not going to be the norm. It is clear that the interests of these people do not coincide. ”

"I don't know. My friend was only vaguely aware of the rumors. Baron Atokin shook his head heavily, looking at the battle mage next to him. "This kind of collusion must belong to some high-level people, and even Master Alstom doesn't know a little bit of information. Thankfully, I've been friends with Master Alstom for many years, so I was able to ask him to help. As a noble mage, he had always had a deep dislike for the corrupt officers. ”

"A bunch of rotten bureaucrats and moths. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't shirk my position in the legion, I wouldn't want to stay in this kind of place for a long time. Even going to Oroyosta to be an apprentice mage is a hundred times better than wasting one's life in a place like this. Master Alstom said with a blank face. He looked to be an old man over sixty years old, his face was covered with ravines and wrinkles beaten by the wind and frost, and only his voice appeared younger. The garrison of the Northern Legion is indeed too desolate for mages, and the arcane arts are not as simple as the divine arts—in fact, the divine arts are not simple, and the sacrifices, meditations, and rituals are still very profound knowledge. It's just that compared to the massive amount of knowledge, massive experiments, and massive resources required by the arcane, it is indeed much easier.

"You'd better get out of this place. Master Alstom was still expressionless, as if the wrinkles on his face had almost destroyed the muscles on his face. "To save you. We've already used two four-ring arcane scrolls. 'Reinforced cobweb links', 'Confused minds'. Do you know how much these two scrolls are worth?"

"It's just some gold coins, don't take it personally. Could it be that the safety of Lord Gawain and Mr. Wind is more valuable than these scrolls?" Baron Atokin hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head, indicating that it had nothing to do with it. "But this place is really too dangerous now, and we'll leave together as soon as it gets dark. With Mage Alstom here, not to mention those ordinary patrol soldiers, even if we encounter those dwarves, as long as the number is not too large, we are not afraid of being discovered at all. ”

Mage Alstom's face seemed to be insulated from his expression, but vaguely his head was raised higher. This is not an overly complimentary, the Arcanist who is good at Mind and Illusion can be proud of any sleeper expert in this regard, and they also met a few passers-by and soldiers along the way just now, but they are completely absent from the memory of those passers-by and soldiers. That's why he was able to effortlessly bring Baron Atokin, an outsider, to Ashendale without anyone noticing him.

Gawain groaned slightly, then nodded.

"Mr. Gawain, you and Mr. Atokin, let's leave first, I'll stay here for the time being. Feng Yinqiu, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke.

Gawain looked a little surprised when he heard this, and Baron Atokin's eyes widened directly, and even the dead face of Master Alstom seemed to be tugging.

"You know, I'm not going to be your babysitter here all the time. Master Alston looked at Feng Yinqiu obliquely, as if he were looking at a hillbilly who had just come from the countryside and didn't know the rules of the city. "If it weren't for Master Atokin's personal entrustment and the resources promised to me, I wouldn't have risked my life to save you. The dwarves are madmen who hate the Arcanists, though I'm not afraid of the barbarians, and I don't want to see them smell them. And even if Knight Gawain is concerned, what does it matter to me whether you live or die? I heard that you are the chief of staff of the Western Continent Envoy Corps? Don't think that your position as a barbarian tribe in the Western Continent will have any effect here, in my eyes, you are no different from a complacent farm guard......"

"Ah, Master Alston, please don't get excited, Mr. Feng is a very good mage of the Western Continent, but he doesn't know much about the situation here. Baron Atokin waved his hand again and again to stop the battle mage's statement, and then turned to Feng Yinqiu and explained with a smile on his face: "Mr. Feng. After all, Mage Alstom is a mage belonging to the Northern Legion, and at most he can only help us temporarily, and it is impossible to give us long-term support. ”

"Of course I know. Feng Yinqiu smiled faintly. "I mean, I'll just stay here by myself, and I don't need the help of this Alstom mage. ”

"Then you're looking for death. Master Alstom finally smiled. The wrinkles on his face squeezed to the sides, revealing a mouthful of charred teeth, and then immediately replaced them with a furrowed dead face. "All the places in Ashengu Town are under the supervision of the Legion, and even here, if I hadn't used a hint technique on the team leader in charge of this place, it wouldn't be so safe. And if the dwarves come looking for you, it's even more dangerous. You've been seen by their Earth Priests, and with a single tracking spell, they can hear any footsteps you have within a dozen miles as clearly as they do in their ears. ”

"Yes, yes, those evil barbarians are too dangerous. Baron Atokin nodded vigorously, too, and waves of fat surged up on his face. "You can see how powerful the dwarven warrior is. I think we have to go back and invite Master Liu to deal with such a barbarian. ”

Even Gawain nodded: "Yes." Mr. Wind, come with us. It's too dangerous for you to stay here alone, so I'll report back to the temple and wait for more reinforcements to come back. ”

"No need. Feng Yinqiu shook his head, his expression was relaxed and relaxed, as if he was confident.

"No!" Baron Atokin shook his head very firmly, and then looked distressed. "Do you want to ignore my efforts to come here so specially?"

“... Since you say so... Well, I'll go with you. Feng Yinqiu frowned, hesitated for a moment, and nodded. "But I have one condition. Baron Atokin, do you have any extra arcane scrolls and arcane items? I'm vouching for it in the name of the Great Cadre Legations, is that okay? and I'd like to ask you to give me some advice on the arcane arts, okay?"