After the female warrior with the black halberd on her back walked out of the tent, she saw that the time was about the same, and was about to greet the team to start climbing the towering Seanzu city wall, but received a report from her subordinates.

"Lothair, what's the matter?" Countess Zebella looked at the skinny wild elf wanderer who was only as tall as her chest.

Nobody likes a loiterer; No one likes the Wanderer's advanced class, the Corrupted Blade, either; No one likes a corrupt hidden blade who is short-tempered and causes trouble everywhere. Lothair, the wild elf, is such a corrupt hidden blade that is not liked by others. But such a bad guy who likes to cause trouble, and almost clashed head-on with Gordon in the adventurous guild of the City of Symmetry, is an indispensable figure under Zebela. That's why the countess has always endured his many shortcomings.

The Corrupt Blade, an advanced class for wanderers, can only be held by a devout follower of Zecil, the god of poison and murder. They are very good at assassination, and the daggers in their hands are as if they are invisible, coming and going without a trace. What's even more terrifying is that the "Corrupt Hidden Blade" is very good at using poison. Their assassination targets are even the mere slightest rub of the dagger of the Corrupt Hidden Blade, and they will be horribly poisoned, and their bodies will begin to wither and grow old, and their life sources will continue to be lost, and finally they will die of internal organ failure.

Due to the toxins used by the Corrupted Hidden Blade that contain the supreme divine power of Zeciel, it is difficult to cure with ordinary medical methods.

In addition to the special abilities that come with the "Corrupt Blade" class, Lothair also has superb tracking and searching abilities due to his race and upbringing. That's what Zebella values most about him.

At this time, Lothair came to Zebela. It was to report to the countess her new discoveries outside the gates of Seianzu.

"Lord Earl, don't look at me with that expression." Lothair smirked. "It's not trouble, it's good news."

"So you know you're always in trouble?" Zebella's voice was slightly cold.

"Self-aware. is a plus for me. Lothair shrugged, then stretched out his palm and spread it out in front of the other's eyes.

"This is ......" At first glance, the wild elf's hand was empty, but when Zebella looked closely, she immediately noticed that the other party's palm was holding a long silvery-white filament.

"Hair?" Zebe stretched his hand and twisted the filament up, examining it closely.

Lothair said proudly, "To be exact, it's a long hair of a moon elf. Its owner must have been a young and beautiful woman, just to smell the delicate fragrance of the three-colored laurel flowers that swirled around her hair. It's exciting. ”

Zebella ignored the guy with a look of urgency and wanted to immediately teleport to the female elf and press her to the ground and her, but noticed a key word mentioned in the other party's words: three-color laurel.

This plant is a specialty of the island nation of Antolia. The moon elves live on the island, and the women of their tribe are very fond of using the petals of this plant to make zuò shampoo. Its fragrance is light and soft, and it is very popular.

"It's not the Ferrettonians I'm worried about, it's actually the Antolian team that entered Seanzu first." Zebella said.

"How's that, Countess, such an important clue. Only I can find out. Are you considering rewarding me, a hero who has made great contributions, with a little sweetness? ”

Don't say it's Zebela. Even Gordon, who was in the opposing camp, knew that Lothair would be able to find such a tiny strand of hair in the vast white snow where they had camped before. He would also have admired the guy's search and reconnaissance skills. This is definitely a master.

However, the opponent is playing for Northumbard, which is a tricky problem.

"What do you want?" Zebella asked despite frowning slightly at Lothair's advance.

"How about having that red-haired witch with me for once?" Lothair licked her lips.

"No way!" The countess immediately refused. "Triss is a captive, but she is of great use to us. There's no way I'm going to let her be your lust toy. ”

"Okay. I had already guessed that. Lothair's pointed ears twitched slightly, "But wait until this mission is complete." I should be able to give me the ownership of that witch? ”

"Whatever." Zebella found it boring for Lothair to dwell on such trivial matters.

"That's good. I know that old fellow in Olafogne has a heart on killing the red-haired witch and turning her into a ghost minion. That's a terrible thing......"

After solving Lothair's problem, Zebella finally led the team to set off again. The Northumbards had not encountered the terrible storm that had befallen Gordon before, so they climbed the walls with ease. However, unlike the quiet cityscape that Gordon and his party saw at the beginning, what caught the countess's eye was a golden yellow mask that completely covered the entire city.

"Olaphne, what's going on?"

The problem of magic naturally has to be left to the magician to solve. Olaphone, as the highest arcane mage in the team, will naturally ask Zebella when he encounters a problem.

The Revenant Master did not disappoint the Countess either. He seemed to want to say goodbye to the wild elf wanderer who had just been in the limelight, and explained very seriously and carefully.

"Lord Count, the city is shrouded in a special kind of illusionary magic circle. You see, time seems to have froze completely, and the entire city seems to be in the middle of the Akkhohia Civil War of the Second Age. ”

Although the golden light mask seemed to block out all sounds, Zebella could still see the explosions in the city, the soldiers on both sides fighting like ants in the neighborhoods, and the dragons soaring over the city in a terrible battle.

Olafone added: "Obviously, the cause of this special phenomenon of Seanzu must be the eternal jewel we are looking for. Ottoton'. Lord Earl, we are not looking in the wrong direction. It's not far from success. ”

"Don't be too happy, mage. Let's not forget that not only the lackeys of Bahamut, but also the Antolians are involved in this matter, and we cannot take it lightly. ”

Zebella said this, but there was a rare shallow smile on her face.

"Those Antolian sissies, nothing to worry about." Olafogne looked proud, "Count, move on. Those illusions may seem weird, but they don't pose a real threat to us. Just be careful not to be deceived by the illusions. ”

But when the Northumbrårds passed through the golden barrier and entered the city, reality slapped the egotistical revenant mage in the face.

In the first block, they encountered a combat squadron loyal to the metal dragon in the distance. When two weaker mages in the team were shot into a sieve by the opponent's rain of arrows, Zebella reacted.

She glared fiercely at the pale-faced Olaforne, took the black halberd from her back, and shouted, "Northumbradians, prepare for battle!" ”

…………

The Northumbradian and Gordon entered the city in the exact opposite direction. By the time they had fought the illusions in the city, it was already evening, and night was falling.

Gordon, who has learned the skill of casting spells, is returning from the library with Ji'er and Venia.

He only needed to confirm the system in his mind to learn his expertise, but it had taken a lot of time to read the slate before. He was going to return to his temporary residence and exchange information with the rest of the team to see if they had found any useful clues that could help him solve the mystery of Seanzu.

However, on the way back, Gordon found that the Wyvern Knight's residence was gloomy. Several young knights were clutching their headaches and crying. There were also a few veterinarian-looking women in white aprons, busy next to several injured and wailing dragons.

Gordon came to the station and asked one of the guards. The other party told him that in a battle to capture the 33rd block just now, the 7th Dragon Knight Centurion encountered the Red Dragon Titanis's personal guard. Their losses were so great that even the captain Fagis was killed in battle, and his whole body was burned to ashes by the enemy's dragon flames, and even his body was not found.

"I see, please mourn." Gordon nodded to the other and quietly left.

The war was really ruthless, and the young dragon knight he met this afternoon died on the battlefield without seeing a few small things.

But Gordon also lamented the impermanence of the world at most. All the soldiers he saw were just illusions wandering in the past, not real lives.

After meeting up with the rest of the group in the classroom of the makeshift residence, Gordon found Aziz first. Instinctively told him that this peer might get some useful news.

"Mr. Lindemann, you have come just in time, and I want to come to you too." Aziz walked quickly over to Gordon and asked, "Do you have any new discoveries?" ”

Except for the absolute secret of the Eternal Orb, Gordon told Aziz everything else he knew. It's just that these discoveries didn't help the group much to figure out the situation in the city. Aziz's situation was similar to that of Gordon, and he didn't find any useful information.

But he got some unusual gossip.

"When I was chatting with the military mage in the barracks, I learned an interesting story from him. Legend has it that every night, a monster called 'Shadow of the Night Wind' would parade around the barracks, looking for beautiful women, and then silently capture them to their lair. Mr. Lindemann, isn't this military gossip interesting? ”

"Do you suspect that Miss Lisa's disappearance has anything to do with this rumor?" (To be continued......)