"Master Hyland, he was personally allowed by his master." Oliver covered his chest with one hand and whispered into the air.

Hearing this, the air was slightly silent. Obviously, Hailan didn't expect that this person was actually allowed by the teacher, especially since the other party was a mage, maybe it was his own junior brother in his mind? The random thoughts made him very curious about the origin of the young man in front of him.

"Forget it, anyway, I'll ask him when the teacher comes back, who this young man is in front of him. I'm still listening to my teacher's words and preparing for the next area-of-effect attack spell. Hailan sat on a round chair, overlooking all the scenery inside and outside the Pool of True Vision, and the bloody scene made his heart boil faintly.

Fighting, let him get excited.

Tower Gate.

When the plestolicus and Heiru arrived at the tower, Grant reluctantly opened his eyes, pulled out a smile, and withdrew the two demon pets. He asked Oliver for the information he needed, "Oliver, is the scavenger in the tower now?"

"Mr. Hui's words, the master is not in the tower, and is rushing to the battlefield. And now the mage tower is controlled by Master Hailan, and the master has ordered it before leaving, so you can enter it casually. ”

"In that case, I'll go in first." Grant waved his hand, his heart was a little calmer, if the scavenger mage could rush to the battlefield in person, and with the cooperation of the mage tower, he should be able to hold on for a while, and then he should quickly recover his mental strength. And the soul seed and curse mark in his body made Grant's head ache faintly, he didn't know that when he met that guy, there would be so many sequelae.

He knows about Master Hailan, according to the background of the game, he is two apprentices under the command of Master Scavenger, but he has been in retreat in the Mage Tower all year round for promotion, and from now on he can control the Mage Tower, he should become an official mage.

"Boom!"

Cadas helped Grant into the door, and was greeted by a hall bathed in golden light, with a red carpet on the floor, red guest chairs and a few sofas on either side, and several oil paintings on the walls came to life, emitting a faint golden halo through the light of the crystal chandelier at the top of the tower.

Vig on the left sat there restrainedly, his face pale and biting his fingertips, and his old face was full of worry, and his cloudy eyes were welling up with a worried look. He has always been single, his relatives have long since died, and there are not many people who can care for him, and there is only Grant.

"Grant!" Vig was startled by the harsh sound of metal grinding when the door was opened, and his eyes stared in surprise at the two people standing next to the door, and his familiar face made Vig look delighted.

"You're all right, Grant. I look like you're pretty weak. When Wig got closer, he noticed that Grant seemed to be tired, and his eyelids were drooping, revealing a weak appearance. His hands were stained with a mixture of red and green.

As for the one-eyed man next to him, he mistook him for a certain knight, fighting side by side with Grant, and now he just sent it over.

"It's fine. Grandpa Vig, I'm going to find a room for the time being, go and rest first, you wait here. If there's news from the army, I'll have them pick you up. With a few simple commands, Grant let Cardas help him down to the second floor and into a room.

Before entering the room, Grant thought for a while, frowned, and said, "Cardas, if there is a sudden special situation, you knock on the door four times, and I will come out." You can distinguish these voices yourself, you know? ”

"Yes, sir." Cardas bowed slightly, showing respect.

With that out of the way, Grant breathed a sigh of relief, covering his aching head, and approached the room.

The interior of the room was relatively simple, with only a cabinet and bookshelf, and the bed and writing desk were empty, and the gable-shaped candlesticks on the writing desk still emitted a curling hoarfrost-colored flame, which was from the appearance of a first-order light technique that applied some kind of foundation.

"Now it's time to build a stable circle for meditation." Grant took out the dark green powder from the reserve space, grabbed a handful of powder and carved a small circle with mana according to the description in the note, and at the same time pulled the mental power to stabilize it on the ground.

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Outside the battlefield.

The lightning drop ordered by the scavenger was effective in demoralizing the orcs in front of them, and their abilities were greatly weakened by excessive fear.

"Great, as long as we hold on, there is still hope." Albert and his two official knights commanded the men who were moving around the city walls, pouring fire oil, boulders, metal nails, venom, etc., and kept busy barely blocking the attack of the orcs. If it weren't for some of the ordinary knights and soldiers who were looking for war elves, they would have more men.

"Next, use the Silver Archery Technique to finish off some of the orcs." After the scavenger decided, he chanted strange syllables and pulled out some of the silver liquid from his sleeve robe, trying to change the environment in front of him.

But when he was halfway through the spell, he felt that something strange had happened, the elemental particles around him had collapsed automatically, and his spell casting had failed.

"What's going on?"

The scavenger frowned, his spell and the silver liquid that fell in mid-air.

Just when he was surprised, he saw the orc behind him roaring wildly, a rough roar was deafening, so that doubts appeared on his face, and after hearing what the orc said, the scavenger finally changed his face and said in shock: "This is the zeal of the prophet. ”

For the language of the half-orcs, the scavengers, who are polymaths, are proficient.

After he blessed himself with an eagle eye, he found a group of convoys slowly approaching in the distance, the convoy was covered by vines, and the war elves and four half-orc warriors walking on both sides were almost the most elite level, and the green flag with the long flag fluttering was depicting the symbol of an elf.

And the mana fluctuations revealed on the carriage made him look nervous and difficult. He turned his head to Albert, who was also so dark that he could get out of the water, and they all knew that the real main force of the orcs was coming, and the orcs relied more on their own strong vitality and the spells of the Great Prophet than on the war elves.

Because they have the ability to rampant orcs.

And all this in front of me is quietly waiting.

Suddenly in the distance, a red six-pointed star magic circle rose in the carriage, and the bright magic circle made it clear to the ordinary knights on some of the city walls, they were the high-level in Wanghuo City, and naturally knew very well what the meaning of the magic circle represented, what it was.

"Bloodthirsty!"

The ancient majestic half-orc language is transmitted in the sky, and the language contains solemnity and sacredness. The old language overlapped, like countless old people speaking together. And the air suddenly spread countless red threads.

The silk threads poured into the bodies of the half-beasts, they trembled violently, their eyes turned blood-red, their body muscles swelled, and their whole life grew larger. A furious roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, causing the orcs to erupt in an unprecedented amount of rage.