"The severed finger is a divine curiosity. There is insufficient data to make further judgments. "Audreych is very experienced, and even without the support of a huge database, he still uses Al's limited database to identify it.

"None of the features match the existing memory records, and they are not members of the Iron Blood family. Nor did Durey find out from his memory why Al was familiar with severed fingers.

The divine curiosity should be caused by the divine power of the orc god of death, even an ordinary stone will be more useful.

"After alchemical feedback, the owner of the severed finger is between twelve and fifteen years old. ”

Al looked at the finger in a daze, and his heart was gloomy.

From the shadows, Rouman's mother, Madame Monlisa, is revealed, and because of the invasion of Al's rough memories, her memories are all fragmented and she loses herself. At this moment, he was unconsciously trapped in the shadows by Al, and he was kept alive by nutritional potions and body recovery potions.

Analyze the blood relationship between the two and determine whether the owner is a member of Wilson's family. ”

Durrey manipulated the shadow and took a small test tube of blood from Lady Monlisa, and the mage servants used alchemy to test the bloodline.

The speed of the spell experiment was so fast that the results were available on the spot.

"The subject is directly related to the owner of the severed finger. Finger is the owner, the Wilson people. ”

"Finger Interception Target Retrieval, fuzzy judgment, 62 percent likely, Rouman Wilson Auret. ”

The gloomy magic unleashed, and one monster after another appeared in the shadows of the laboratory, with scarlet eyes open, echoing the anger of their master, screaming and roaring.

Ciel's sneering voice echoed again in Al's ears.

"I left a gift for you. Come on, good friend of Rouman, hehehehehe. ”

Out of Al's shadow came a small black figure. Al looked down at him indifferently.

"Father, the evil spirit acolyte Hill has targeted you, and the more angry and irrational you are, the more power he will give back. The deeper you are involved, the easier it will be for him to control you. ”

It took a long time for Al to let go of his grip clenched in anger.

Yuna, trapped in the Heroic Soul stand-in, shivered from the cold power. Looking at the young man in front of him and the shadow villain called his father in fear, how can there be some monsters in the legendary family.

Hugh, the Warlord of the Grimm family, Saint Torre, the Wilson's little sword, the demon warrior Rilvin of the Armstrong family, the son of magic of the Orette family, the dragon warlock, and this battle mage.

When will mortals surpass them and knock them out of the dust?

"Give you one last chance. What does the military department know about this finger? ”

Yuna had no doubt that the last chance had something to do with her life. This bastard mage even got the mother of the tyrant lord, how much can she hide from the bloodline?

At this moment, this mage's evil aura is like substance, and it all relies on her status as a military department to restrain his sanity. If it were an ordinary person, where would these mages have so many scruples, and they would use whatever means were useful. And it's definitely not a good spell.

"This finger was cut off from your Iron Blood's Ruoman. With his bloodline and mysterious shamanic spells, he strengthens ordinary orcs to advance to strong orcs. ”

"The Lu Oman bloodline was burned out five years ago, the Wilson family is not a bloodline family, what bloodline does he have that can make the orcs advance?"

"Where do I know where a little spy ......?"

Yuna saw that the dark villain grinned at her, opened her bloody mouth, and hurriedly said again.

"Our military department guessed that the orc shaman awakened him with the power of death, and you know, those shamans have some messy methods. ”

"Where's Ao Man?"

"Where there is an army of strong orcs, there is him. ”

"What did you say?" Al's eyes instantly turned scarlet and evil, and the evil green evil spirit eyes swirled wildly in them.

Yuna screamed at it just one glance and hurriedly lowered her head, still dizzy from the impact of the evil spiritual power. Her ability to resist the squinting gaze was a testament to her will, and she spoke quickly.

"On the entire front between the orcs and the empire, there are strong orc legions. The strong orcs have been extinct for so many years, where do you say there are so many? Your family also knows about this, and is also sending people to recover the remnants of the tyrant's bloodline. ”

"I can get information from the inside to help you find out where these remnants are, and you just need to share a little merit with me. ”

In order to save her life, Yuna hurriedly proposed that as an insider of the military department, her news channels were indeed more accurate than those of outsiders.

Alastel smiled wickedly at Yuna and walked back to Al's shadow. Al's evil aura gradually faded and was absorbed by Alastel.

Al's eyes gradually returned to normal, and his breath stabilized. With a wave of his hand, Yuna's Heroic Spirit stand-in vanished.

"What's your name?"

Yuna bowed humbly

"Yuna, Honorable Mage. ”

The lightless blade appeared in Al hand, and gray shadows condensed into the purple-black magic weapon.

He walked slowly towards Yuna, his momentum was deep, and his terrifying might was visible to the naked eye.

In Yuna's eyes, behind this mage, there stood a huge figure with blood-red eyes and an evil smile looking at her.

Yuna instinctively wanted to get up and resist, but she couldn't move, she looked down and saw that the shadow of the secret room surrounded her at some point, forming a dense spell under her feet.

A sword stabbed out and broke through. Dense shadow spells then burrowed into Yuna's shadow.

The sharp pain that pierced her heart almost made her die on the spot, and the cold breath froze into her bone marrow, almost shocking her.

"Yuna, do it for me, and you'll get more than you can imagine. ”

Spell: Minions.

Early the next morning, Al, who had not slept all night, took two teams of iron-blooded guards to the Orc Valley again.

Stand outside the altar protected by the guards, and whisper a plea for a visit.

Ms. Yvette was still resting in the tent, the Sanctuary mage Jared didn't know where he had gone, and the theologian Marven was intently looking up some information in the stacks of books.

Seeing Al's visit, Marven said softly to Ms. Yvette in the tent.

"Yvette, go back and rest. It would be nice to have this little mage here for a few days. ”

"Al is here, good morning, Marven. Ms. Yvette yawned and walked out of the tent.

"Although the mansion technique is convenient, it is still not as comfortable as the bed at home. Al, you stay here with Marven, I'll go back and sleep and come. There was some minor trouble in the church, and Jared went to deal with it, and it is estimated that he will be back in a few days. There shouldn't be any trouble here. ”

Al's combat ability far surpasses that of his peers, and now with the Dragon Pulse Warlock and the Son of Magic, as well as two teams of iron-blooded guards, it is not a big problem to hand over Marven's safety to him.