In the silence of the night, Griffith's mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts.

Assuming that the goblins and the living corpses were made by Isis, why did he hunt Galadia, who was behind him, and was there any accomplices?

What is the identity of Miss Elf, who is already asleep by the campfire? What is she looking for when she comes here alone? She will attend Holmonworth and spend a few years with her, just like me!

Is what happened to me these days a coincidence or is it some kind of force? Why me?

Some of the answers may be found in Bayeran. Teacher Heinz from the Reserve Army Command will help.

At this moment, the faint sound of footsteps and bushes came from a distance, slowly approaching Griffith's direction.

The apprentice knight immediately crouched to his feet, raised his shield at the sound of the voice, and patted the sleeping Galadia with his other hand.

"There is a situation!"

......

"Good evening, dear traveler, I am the garrison mage Rudias," the visitor stepped out from behind the trees, lifting his hood to reveal his aged face and gray hair, "my mage's tower is nearby, and although it is shabby, it is still more comfortable than sleeping in the wilderness. If you don't mind, can you have a drink with me?"

"Good evening, Venerable Mage. The vigilant Griffith said together with Galadia, who had just been woken up from her sleep and was still dazed, like two schoolchildren.

Rudias!

It turned out to be Rudias, the resident mage who Isis had followed and who was accused of conducting dark magic research!

I just saw the case file about him during the day, and I met him at night.

"Thank you for your kindness, stationed mage. Galadia stroked the sapphire pendant around her neck, glanced at Griffith, and said calmly, "It's great to be able to sleep in a bed!"

......

The garrison mage tower is hidden in the woods by the roadside. The gray stone walls and roof look very shabby, and the small courtyard outside the living room is planted with nectarine trees and flowers. The aura here is calm and gentle, and without looking at the tall spires, one cannot imagine that this is the mage's residence that governs extraordinary events.

Griffith's first thought was the words on the investigative record—no remnants of the magic of the dark arts had been detected.

Not to mention black magic, there are almost no fluctuations and breath of magic here, like the private residence of a country nobleman.

"It's so glorious that a noble elf can come to the Humble House!" the resident mage bowed happily to Galadia, "I feel a great power, Your Excellency is the extraordinary of Sequence 8, right?"

"Hmm. The elf replied casually.

"You're Sequence 9 of the Spellbreaker Pathway, aren't you?" Rudias asked the two of them to sit down at the long table in the living room, and asked the Apprentice Knight gently, "In the future, we can be promoted to Sequence 8 Barrier Breaker, and then the Spellbreaker who gives us headaches?"

"Yes, Master Mage. Griffith replied. Spellbreaker is a common extraordinary sequence, and Sequence 7 is said to be the upper limit of growth. This information is well known to everyone and there is no need to keep it confidential.

Answering the question, Griffith looked down at the tea on the table. A wafting leaf wafts in a worn-out teacup, pretending to be a cup of tea. There were some meals on a simple wooden table, but there were no servants to be seen.

"Please wait," the resident mage turned and walked into the kitchen, serving two soups to his guests, "Have you had dinner?" ”

Griffith looked at the food on the table. The soup was held on a large plate, with a few leaves floating, and a bare fish head stood on the soup plate, staring up at the roof with wide eyes......

Even if they hadn't eaten dinner, the two of them couldn't swallow the dish anyway...... Galadia gently pushed the fish head into the soup, covered her eyes with a boiled vegetable leaf, and asked with a reluctant smile, "Master Mage, how did you find us?"

The two of them camped on a hillside off the main road, some distance from the Mage's Tower.

"Although my mage tower is shabby, it is also a garrison mage camp in one place," Rudias laughed, "In addition to the expensive and impractical teleportation array, the extraordinary characteristics monitoring circle that should be there is also drawn in the nearby area according to the regulations, and I can sense it as soon as you come." Camping in the wild is really not in line with your beautiful and noble status, so I take the liberty of inviting you, please don't dislike it. Come, try my craft. ”

Galadia nodded slightly, not politely speaking to the mage.

Griffith looked at the mage who was drinking the soup with his head down, and then at the unadorned living room. Although Griffith was only the lowest extraordinary sequence, the long hours of training and fighting had given him a keen instinct.

This mage tower is too commonplace, there must be something wrong.

The Resident Mage is not an ordinary mage, but refers specifically to an administrative position reserved for the caster. They tend to be the top leaders of the extraordinaires in a region. Although it is difficult to find powerful mages in many remote places, the annual review and inspection of the Magic Council and the Kingdom will not be relaxed.

If they do not produce enough research, they will be reprimanded or even deprived of their positions and selected by others.

Rudias is in such a position, but there is almost no disturbance and residual magic in the station, how did he pass the annual review of his appointment?

"What kind of research have you been doing lately?" asked Griffith, Griffith, "isn't the annual review easy?"

"Demon Messenger," the resident mage replied simply and clearly, "Don't look at me like this, I am also the official designated demon researcher and supplier!"

Enchanters are magically bred creatures that are minions, they may be owls, bats, rabbits, cats, dogs, or whatever.

Griffith turned to look at his companion, and met Galadia's eyes. Both thought of a special creature.

"It's no secret that there are many different powers in this world," Rudias explained slowly, "and we can drive magic through the configuration of magic, and the Extraordinary have abilities that are unique to each sequence, and they can exert magical powers similar to spells without the need for a magic configuration, and they will not be disturbed by the blood of the spellbreaker." ”

The resident mage glanced at Griffith, and then said, "Otherwise, the Divine Favor can gain rare powers through prayer, similar to magic but not systematic. Of these, the grace of the Light is the most popular, but it is hypocritical. The most interesting thing is the power of the unspeakable ancient gods.

"It is sublime, the power that creates life. ”

Galadia slowly put down her knife and fork. Despite their different philosophies and origins, the mages have always been full of respect for the Church of Light, and public contempt for the Light is rare. However, Rudias' problems don't stop there. From his remarks, it can be confirmed that the mage stationed in the remote region is studying some forbidden powers.

Griffith rose from his seat and took two steps back, his hand resting on the hilt of his saber. It hadn't been long since they had entered the Mage Tower, but the conversation was going to go on.

"So, did you invite us to introduce us to those interesting powers?" Garradia rubbed her forehead and turned her gaze to the side door. There led to the basement, from which a tyrannical and bloody breath was leaking out.

Something is hidden there, ready to emerge at any moment.

"Do you really want to drink some of my soup?" Rudias said regretfully, "As long as we take a sip, we can avoid many unpleasant and bloody experiences~ How did you find out? My potion should be colorless and odorless!"

I just can't drink it. Griffith glanced at the fish soup that made it impossible to look at it directly.

"Okay, then let me introduce some of my trivial work," Rudias snapped his fingers at this time. Griffith, who had been highly nervous, jumped to his feet, drew his long sword and shielded himself with a round shield. Galadia flashed with agility, drawing her longbow and hiding behind him.

The mage tower, who had just been calm, was suddenly filled with surging malice. Some chaotic and twisted creature hides behind a small door by the living room and breaks down!

"Look, the perfect combination of orc and elven blood, strong orcs. Rudias stretched out his hand, "You must not have seen such research!"

With rumbling footsteps, a strong figure more than two meters tall pushed open the side door and strode in.

This sturdy creature had the bronze skin of an orc, a well-proportioned and toned body, and two pointed ears could see a trace of elves, but his face was unusually ugly and murderous, and his tyrannical red eyes swept across Galadia's face, instantly revealing a lewd and greedy look.

"Elves are really difficult to nurture as a mother, and the results of just combining with goblins don't have too many outstanding characteristics," Rudias said with a smug face, as if the chef was introducing his own dishes.

Goblins!Griffith immediately realized why the Mage Tower had no trace of magic.

Rudias' research did not drive the power of magic, but rather created new creatures through the multiplication of magical life.

Galadia bit her lip, and a stream of light shot straight into the strong orc's heart.

"Heh," the giant man struck the blow with his naked upper body, only slightly swaying under the elf's close-range blow. The arrows plunged into the thick flesh but were not deadly. The orc then reached out and snapped the shaft of the arrow and strode forward.

Galadia fired another bolt of lightning, this time aiming at the orc's left eye.

Between the lightning and flint, the strong orc raised his left hand, and the sharp arrow went deep into his wrist but failed to hit the vital point.

What a speed!, Griffith was shocked. Not only can this creature resist Galadia's attacks with its physical body, but his movements can even catch sharp arrows fired at close range!

This is not an enemy that trainee knights and elves can fight against.

"Retreat!" Griffith hurriedly raised his round shield, and the heavy blows of the strong orcs followed.

Griffith didn't even get a good eye on his opponent's movements, his round shield and the bones of his left forearm were shattered, and he himself flew straight upside down, hitting the elf who was rapidly retreating. The two slapped themselves against the wall behind them together and fell to the ground at the same time.

"Isn't it breathtaking?" said Rudias, rubbing his hands together and with excitement on his face, "The offspring born of a goblin and an elf mating is too weak, but it can inherit a little bit of precious essentia. I strengthened it with strong orc genes to create a new orc that is stronger and more agile. ”

Griffith struggled to his feet, and was immediately grabbed by the orcs and tossed aside. The red-eyed orc grabbed Galadia's long black hair as she was about to get up, and slammed it against the wall. The elf's delicate face was smashed and blood splattered, blood flowing down from the forehead and the corners of the eyes, and half of the face could not be seen clearly.

"Oh!" Rudias was taken aback when he looked at it, "after such an orc mates with an elf, the offspring produced in a very small probability has its own merits. Higher, faster, stronger, more beautiful!!"

Galadia struggled to touch a pendant around her waist. The orc quickly grabbed her slender fingers and twisted them hard.

"Ahh

Griffith was furious by the terrifying sound of bones cracking and screaming, and he drew two daggers from his waist and threw them at his enemies. The strong orc didn't dodge or dodge, and took the attack hard with his back.

"Sorry forgot," said the mage gleefully, "my strong orc has the trait of a mad orc, and an attack that cannot be lethal will only irritate his flesh and make him more ferocious. Tsk, the elf's body can't stand it. ”

As if to prove the mage's words, the orc slammed the scarred Galadia to the ground, and began to tear at her delicate light armor and shirt.

Several crystalline rays of light flashed on Galadia's body, and the magic of the talisman began to provide defense, but it only lasted for a while before it was shattered under the suppression of the powerful force.

Griffith turned and lunged at the garrison mage, swinging his sword and slashing at his head.

"Unfold the Flame Configuration 12, Shape, Ball, Stack, Throw!" the resident mage had already waved his wand and quickly recited the language that had already been set to activate a spell, "Fireball." ”

A large fiery fireball shoots out from the tip of the wand. Griffith sank down quickly, the scorching flames grazing his shoulders and striking the orcs in the back.

"Boom!" the strong orc was actually hit by this blow and flew out, smashed a large hole in the wall and flew into the flower field in the courtyard.

"You did it on purpose?" Rudias tilted his head to look at the gaping hole.

Griffith didn't answer, but raised his hand and threw the sword in his hand at the mage.

"Useless, useless! A mere Sequence 9 attack is not enough for a noble mage!" Rudias didn't have time to chant again, he quickly tore open one of his talismans, and a pre-made blue shield spell appeared, flicking his sword away.

As soon as he finished speaking, Griffith had already rushed to the mage, and one dodged around Rudias's left hand, punching him without waiting for the other to chant.

Rudias was beaten backwards on the spot, his head ping pong in a ball, white teeth mixed with blood splattering out.

Griffith grabbed the mage by the collar and pulled forward, striking an uppercut to his chin. Rudias was knocked into the air and slammed backwards on his desk.

The moment he fell, Rudias's body shone with silver, and the auto-triggered rapid cast spell formed an invisible wall to block the apprentice knight.

That's the power of the Mage Tower. Although the use of spells may be disrupted and interrupted, it is already a disadvantage to engage the mage in the preset position.

Griffith pulled out his axe and slammed it at the shield.

"It's useless, GI," Rudias laughed as soon as he regained his senses, "that this level of force cannot break through my shield. Since you can't do anything, why don't you join me in enjoying the wonderful scene of the strong orcs and elves, that's, pretty wild......"

The orcs who had been knocked away by the fireball and fell into the courtyard had already stood up. He was in good spirits, his strong legs on the delicate lawn, as if the attack he had just received had only scratched him.

The orc still clutched a rag in his hand, the result of the elven collar he had just tore off, and he had ripped it off when he was knocked into the air.