Bliss frantically searched for intruders in the display case, but the room was too big for him to limp and search the showroom after being twisted by the jam bottle, so he hurried back to the broken display case, rolled all the bottles and cans into the sleeves of his robe, and teleported them back to the top room with him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as he returned to the room, he noticed that the large pool of blood on the ground was still there, but the body of Vanilla was gone.

Bliss first thought of the intruders, but quickly dismissed the idea, and it was impossible for anyone to enter the top floor of the Mage Tower without his consent.

Unless...... This man is the real owner of the Mage Tower.

It must be Brendier's doing!

He smashed the magic storage cabinet in the showroom to lure himself away, and then went to the top floor to drag Vanilla's corpse away.

Thinking he understood what had happened, and ignoring the precious relics in the sleeves of his robes, Briss threw them all to the floor, cast a spell to open the cabinet locked with magic, and pulled out a palm-sized figure from it - this was the core of the Mage Tower, and even if Brundil did escape, it would be difficult to regain control of the entire tower without it.

Hurriedly bandaging his sprained ankle, Bliss took the figure with him and teleported to the hall on the first floor, and sure enough, as he expected, the arcane golem shrivelled quietly on the ground, without any reaction - although Brundil could not take back control for the time being, all the magical creatures in this tower would not harm him, and all magic prohibitions would not be effective against him.

He shuffled his legs into the basement and eagerly walked towards the cabinet that had focused on Brundil, only to find that the cabinet had been pried open, and the true owner of the Mage Tower, which was supposed to be tied inside, was nowhere to be found.

"Brundil! You coward who hides and hides! ”

In the empty basement, Briss's roar echoed.

……

The day after Gallisus and his main force left Dalaran and headed north from the Silver Pine Forest, in the middle of the night, a sloppy tavern on the outskirts of the city, where the usual few regulars had long since left, but it did not close.

A group of people gathered in the tavern to discuss something, and pay close attention. You will find that the people who speak are all gray-haired old men, and among them are powerful mages who have been famous for a long time.

Theft, robbery, imprisonment, vendetta ...... All the chaos of humanity is now unfolding in the city of Dalaran, and these old antiques who are hidden in the corners can no longer sit in peace, and they cannot tolerate the continued tarnishing of Dalaran's brilliance.

"It's dawn. We will drive out the ruffians who are entrenched in the city. ”

"Don't forget the rats who rely on magic to do evil, they must be punished by the law!"

"What about the warlord leader? What if he came back with an army? ”

"You cowardly old thing, hahaha...... yes, what if he came back? ”

"What's there to argue about, drive away those who should be driven away. Throw the one who should be thrown into the prison and then we will open an enchantment together to separate Dalaran from the outside world! ”

"That's a good idea."

"The enchantment should be pink."

"Since it's Dalaran's enchantment, of course we should use the purple on our banner!"

After reaching a consensus, the mages began to argue over which color of the barrier to use, and none of them noticed that there were two figures standing not far from the tavern.

"Teacher, what are they talking about?"

One of them, somewhere between a teenager and a young adult, asked, his appearance was very odd - he had green skin. But he didn't have the fangs of an orc, and he looked like a mix of orcs, humans, and other creatures.

"It's nothing, Maidean, they're just arguing over some trivial matter that isn't too important."

The man who was called the teacher by the young man answered the question, and he was very thin, looking like a dried corpse that had crawled out of some grave.

"What's the trifle?"

Like all young people, the boy named Maidean has a strong curiosity.

"An old guy like me, who has lived for thousands of years, doesn't want to repeat the trivia."

The man who claimed to have lived for thousands of years casually perfunctory his disciple, he supported his body with his staff, and staggered around, "Let's go." We bypass the city. ”

"Why bypass? Teacher Merry, isn't this your hometown? ”

Madean's curiosity seems to be never-ending.

"Given the ...... of our two appearances," Merry pulled back his robes, revealing his undead body, pointing at himself and at Maid'an. Laughing in a self-deprecating tone, he said, "It's really not suitable to enter a city, especially a city that hates the dead and green-skinned. ”

"Where are we going? Why did you travel so far from the Twilight Forest? ”

"Go find an old friend who lives in a place called Spider Canyon in the northeast of Tirisfa...... I still lived there at least a thousand years ago, and my address book hasn't been updated for a long time...... Ah, that's what I really miss, you know. Madean, I used to have meetings there...... In short, she can teach you how to use your powers. ”

"She? She's strong? She is also immortal like a teacher? ”

Madean wondered, he didn't understand why his teacher wanted someone else to teach him...... Merry? Winterwind, the legendary archmage, the founder of the Council of Tiris, was one of the hundred human mages who first learned magic from the High Elves, and was the one who helped humans and the High Elves turn defeat into victory in the Troll War...... He has so many unbelievable titles, why should he ask someone else to teach him?

"Do you know why you always don't have enough magic to throw out even a small fireball?"

Merry didn't answer Mad'an's question, he threw out a rhetorical question, and when Madean shook his head and said he didn't know, he answered: "Your magic is different, kid, very, very different...... Have you ever heard of the Guardians? ”

"Of course I know the Guardians." Madean was even more puzzled, he had heard too many stories about mages from Merry, who had raised him, and said with a frown, "The last Guardian, Medivan, opened the Dark Gate and lured the Orcs to Azeroth, and his last Guardian, Egwen, was no less impressive in the battle against the Fallen Titans...... Although judging by the final result, she still failed. ”

"Well, that's them, the magic of the guardians is very special, unlike ordinary magicians, these people can use the magic they get from anyone as they want, but their own magic is very difficult to grow, they just blend in with ordinary people who can't learn magic, if no one finds and guides them, these people will never have anything to do with magic." Merry explained, "And you, my child, have the potential to be a Guardian, and your magic is the same as theirs, and so are the friends I'm going to take you to...... Not as unlucky as you, she apparently ran into a good teacher. ”

"No, Mr. Merry......" Madean gently pulled the sleeve of Merry's robe, "you are like my father, and no one can compare to you...... Teacher, why are you crying? ”

"Go away, Maidean." Merry pulled the sleeve of his robe from Madean's hand, "I just got sand in my eyes!" ”

……

Loria made her way to the fifth floor of the Mage's Tower, which was filled with tall bookcases filled with countless books.

Forgetting the purpose of her trip again, she ran her finger over a book and read the title spelled out in Salas on the spine.

Loria wanted to find a book on the basics of magic, so that she could see why she always had only a pitiful little bit of magic. (To be continued.) )