After a night of repairs, the army set out on the road to the White Rock Mine the next day.

Mishua sensed the non-existent barrier four hundred meters from the mine. Although she is not a legendary mage per se, her accumulation of magic and perception has far surpassed that of Zayx at that time.

It took little effort for her to find the true "quest entrance", not the original mine entrance, but a back door. This seems to be the consensus of various RPGs: adventurers prefer to go down the sewers or through the back door to the boss's house rather than the main entrance.

"A team of spell magicians will come out and use the 'Dissociation Technique' to break the barrier, and I will isolate the fluctuations." The elf commanded, and the cold voice lifted Mu Yan's spirits after waiting in the dungeon all night.

"Yes!"

Five elven mages walked out of the group, wands in their right hands, and began to cast spells in unison with their left hands.

Seeing this scene, Lucien couldn't help but be a little shocked.

He had the privilege of spending a year in Surama, where he studied combat spellcasting techniques with an arcane master named Valtoy. Although the latter is an arcane master, he is well versed in the elementalists' spell-casting essentials, is an excellent teacher, and has compiled textbooks.

Because of this relationship, he has seen many elves, both male and female, they all exude a lazy and casual atmosphere, indifferent, and unkind, but they are by no means as iron-blooded as they are now. These elves in front of them were simply armies, and a sense of slaughter came to their faces.

Maybe this is the real elf? Lucien thought it was possible. He couldn't imagine what kind of earth-shaking changes had taken place within the elves in just half a year.

With Mishua's order, the "dissociation technique" of the five elven mages converged into a magical light wave composed of purple, green, and red, and shot straight towards the transparent barrier.

The light waves come into contact with the enchantment, like a laser cutting tempered glass, and a crack is quickly melted out on it. The incision gradually expanded, and seeing that the fluctuations were about to spread out along the barrier, Mishua half-squatted on the ground, his palms close to the ground, and the earth element at the mouth of the cave rose up, and the smoke and dust dispersed in the "buzzing" fluctuations, but it also slowly exhausted the energy of the fluctuations, and it was consumed before it could be transmitted.

In a short time, the barrier bound by the earth element was eroded, and a strong earthy smell filled the air.

The five conjurers neatly put away their wands and sat in place in meditation without making a single sound. Mishya turned to the crowd and said, "Now, we need someone who is at the forefront. ”

All eyes were on Martin, and the young man looked up in a daze, he had been tossed all night by the elves, and he had not eaten a drop of water since yesterday morning, and his eyes were a little glazed.

The elven swordsman carried him to the hole like a chicken and untied the rope.

"Go as far as you can, and the Lord of the Waters will bless you." The elf said lightly and pushed him.

Martin took two steps unconsciously, he felt slimy on his body, so he ripped open his collar and looked at it, and found that the lake blue symbol on his chest was still faintly glowing.

"It's—"

"Whoosh"

An arrow with a gray feather tied to its tail stuck at his feet, buzzing, interrupting his undressing.

"Human, be honest." An elven archer said in a cold voice, "Lord Mishua's runes are not something you can touch. ”

Martin tried to defend himself, but after looking around blankly, he closed his open mouth again.

It didn't seem to make sense, just as there was no one down there to resist when the mine manager spoke with his hands behind his back a year ago, only then he wasn't a victim.

A year later, he revisited his old place, and a similar scene occurred.

"That...... Can you give him a weapon? Deres said suddenly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt that something was wrong, and everyone's eyes converged.

This damn compassion! Sooner or later, you will be killed by it!!

He began to regret doing so.

“…… I mean, if there's any danger, he'll be able to hold out a little longer, and we'll get more information, won't we? He shrugged his shoulders and said in a relaxed manner, showing his support for the plan.

"Oh?" The corners of Misshua's mouth curved into an arc, as if smiling rather than smiling. "You have a point......

Deres breathed a sigh of relief.

“…… So, wouldn't it be better for you to go with him? ”

Huh??

Dreis was stunned for a moment.

"What are you kidding, I'm not a mage, and I don't have any experience dealing with the undead, why I-"

"I think it's doable." Emma chimed in, "Deres has the best results in the scout class in our class, he also has a lot of mercenary experience, and he is the hired person for this operation, and we will definitely get more information with his participation." ”

As soon as the lady spoke, there was silence around her, and everyone's eyes wandered back and forth between him and Martin.

"Really? Why do I feel that Miss Emma, as the granddaughter of Archmage Anthony, is more suitable for this important task than I am? Deres sneered: "After all, even my father's aristocratic status was bought, how can a person like me be up to such a task?" ”

His words were like sparks splashing into an oil barrel, and they ignited the condemnation at once.

"Shut up! Untouchables! ”

"What do you think you are!"

"How could noble Miss Emma do such a dangerous thing!"

"Tell me, poor ghost, how much does it cost to agree?"

A group of flower messengers were eager to kill Derex with the most vicious language they could think of, as if that would raise their place in Emma's heart a few notches.

In the dungeon, Mu Yan was lying on Manny's back, and when he heard these quarrels, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded:

This is the "hope of the Mesozoic" in the herding horse plain? Standing at the door of the dungeon and arguing? What about tactical literacy? What about personal self-cultivation? Are they all staying in Wild Chrysanthemum like those mounts? If the boss is pushed and there is a dispute over the distribution of loot, it can be understood, as for now... He felt that he had overestimated his opponent.

If it was just such a group of miscellaneous fish, then the few creations that Teacher Zha had alone would be enough for them to drink a pot, and the only difficulty was the elven army. Mu Yan's thoughts are the same as Lucian's, and he doesn't know where such a team came from, the standard military style.

……

Deres looked coldly at these vicious people, he had a psychological estimate of the viciousness and naivety of his colleagues, and now they did not disappoint him at all.

"Quiet!" Teacher Hans, who led the team, scolded loudly, and the students fell silent. "Derees."

Dreas bowed slightly and looked at him, and a scroll bounced over him.

Dreis caught it steadily, as if realizing what the other party was going to say next.

"Random teleportation scrolls, I hope you can bring back a good result." Teacher Hans said.

This sentence made the condemnation of the crowd cease, and those who had nothing to do with it looked at him gloatingly. As for those involved, they all looked away from Derees' playful gaze.

Oh, do you know guilt too?

He grinned and smiled sarcastically, both at them and at himself. He didn't even bother to argue, the dagger turned around his fingertips, and in three or two steps he walked up to Martin.

He wouldn't be out of the question, and it had been clear since Hans had come to him last night.

This scroll has a scent on it, and it is Miss Emma's favorite perfume. The ribbon tied on it is made of Silvermoon City, and it may be from the hand of the elves or Lucien.

As for the folds on it, which were visibly clenched by the hand that had touched the gingerbread, he could imagine Hans's sweaty palms from nervousness, and his annoyance at his own rejection......

Thinking about it this way, it may not be a coincidence that Mr. Hans has the same name as Hans.