There was a new clue, Griffith exclaimed slightly. With this information, it is hoped that the identity of the anonymous author will be ascertained.

He flipped a page and read on:

Hughes twitched as he repeated the words. The kind-hearted Elitia summoned the professors and put him to sleep with a requiem charm.

"I wasn't in the mood to focus on my studies anymore for a few days, and Hughes's miserable and eerie appearance lingered in my mind. I know this place. Strange horns, teeth, claws? What are these?

For the next few days, Hughes repeated his words until he died.

"With the power of Holmonwaltz, he can't heal his injuries?

"At night, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, Hughes's mangled body and bloody face kept coming to mind, accompanied by the strange sentence: In the dark peaks, in the whispering forest, strange horns, teeth, claws, they came.

"I can't sleep anyway. So I went to Professor Tiberion. He is the most respected professor in the college and one of the people who expects and helps me the most. With his erudition, he might know something.

"Professor Tyberion saw me coming and welcomed me warmly. But when he found out that I was asking about Hughes, he cooled away. I could clearly feel a deep fear in his eyes, as if he wished he wanted me to drink some of the potion of oblivion on the spot.

"'I don't know much about Hughes. Don't dig any further. The professor said as he took out a beautiful collar from the bookcase and handed it to me.

"'What is this?'

"'A gift from an old friend, if you perceive danger, put this collar on,' said the professor, 'I have travelled far and wide, and happened to pass by his private house. The situation in that mansion is simply ...... Incomprehensible. ’

"'What does it mean to not be able to understand things?'

"'The scene surpassed me, a mysticist's comprehension. The whole mansion, from the master to the servants and the animals, was dead, corrupted by a liquid I had never seen before, or rather, they turned into a liquid, and were abandoned on the ground in pieces and gradually disintegrating. There was an indescribable stench there, and it was in such a place that I found my old friend's masterpiece and this collar. ’

The professor was trembling and sweating when he said this. He rested for a moment and continued.

"In his last pen it was written: strange horns, teeth, claws. Okay, put this thing away and don't be too curious. It's not early, you go and rest. ’

I went back to my dorm room and looked over the pretty silver collar on my bed. At the time, I didn't know what the professor meant. It wasn't until a long time later that I realized one thing – the professor knew that curiosity was constantly drawing me and that everything was unstoppable.

"Finally, I made up my mind to go to the Forest of Whispers myself to find the black mountain that Hughes had ever seen. Otherwise I won't be able to calm my heart.

"I hired a few adventurers and folks from nearby towns, all strong, healthy, and calm, to go on this daring expedition together.

"With their help, we found an altar on a black mountain peak in the Forest of Whispers. It was a platform with seven stone pillars erected. The stone pillars are carved with terrifying totems that I have never seen before, and it is impossible to tell from the outside what evil purpose these terrifying things were created.

"There are deep and winding passages under the stone pillars, and we explored there.

"The exploration went on for a long time, and the twisted and chaotic monsters attacked us. However, thanks to my spell and the adventurer's sword, despite the loss of four people and the disappearance of one citizen, we managed to enter a well-guarded space.

"It was very empty, built with materials I had never seen before, completely different from the ruins outside. The walls are unusually smooth, with one sharp angle after another.

"At that moment, a bloody mass of flesh rolled down to me. The mass resembled the limbs, torso, and head of a human being, kneaded into a lump of flesh.

"After everyone's identification, a terrible fact was discovered, this lump of meat is the missing man.

"'Oh my God, what made him like this?'

"Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the corner.

"To this day, I don't know how to describe this object, it's a dripping liquid, hideous, twisted mass. The flesh seems to have a long, pointed head like a wolf, but it doesn't seem to have it. There were mouths and fangs on the pieces of meat, and I don't know what they were.

"This indescribable object suddenly appeared in the corner and killed a powerful adventurer in an instant. Others howled frantically and fled, and others tried to attack it, but to no avail.

"And I, along the passage from which I came, fled out. The indescribable object caught up with me and bit me by the throat. The collar given to me by the professor worked, and the attack didn't kill me.

"I fell off a cliff. It took me a long time to wake up from the disaster and finally find my way home. I approached Professor Tiberion, told him everything I had experienced, and wrote about this terrible experience from a vague memory. ”

Tyberion, the text mentions familiar names. Griffith realized that the owner of the note was not too far away from his own time. At the time the author wrote the note, Tyberian was still a professor rather than a headmaster, and the name of Miss Elitia that appears in the text is hopefully ascertained with the help of Sonia and Galadia.

Behind this record are two finely drawn maps.

The first map clearly depicts the path out of the Whispering Forest from the dark peaks. Just compare the vantage point with the nearby things, and you should be able to find the way out.

The other map shows the tunnels of the ruins. After making the identification, Griffith found his place. From there, not far from the passage, there is a vault that holds the artifact. In addition, there are many other halls and rooms.

Hallows, Vaults, and this kind of good thing!

If Galadia is here, she must be very excited, isn't this the rhythm of falling off the cliff to find the secret treasure, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger and killing all directions! Look, the protagonist of the story is about to act!

Griffith immediately lunged at there. Now he didn't dare to go back the way he came, facing the terrible shadows and bats, and he was almost unarmed, and he had to replenish his equipment immediately. If you can easily catch some rare holy weapons, this adventure on the edge of life and death is not too much of a loss.

Or, if it really comes to the last moment, he can still chant Miss Elf's name, resist, struggle, and leave himself dignity and dignity.

There are no mutated creatures in the way, and it seems that their guarded nests are concentrated in the outer passages, or it may be that the environment inside the ruins is not to their liking.

Soon, Griffith arrived at the storehouse marked on the map.

The walls, floors, and dome were made of materials he had never seen before, smooth and white, and as unlit as day, it was pleasing to the eye.

It's just that there are no holy weapons here, and there are no magic items, and there are empty mice that can run away. The only furnishings are a mirror erected at the end of the hall, which looks a little familiar.

Wait! Is this the shapeshifting mirror that Peperanch had seen there!Griffith was overjoyed and threw himself over for a long time, but the mirror didn't move.

Before he could be annoyed that he hadn't asked Peperanch how to use this thing in the first place, a small point of light on the ground attracted him.

It is a small piece of red gemstone, round and smooth, as if it had been clotted with blood. The moment Griffith touched the gem, something entered his brain.

"Blood runes. These runes can condense mental power to form blood spells, and users can cast spells by invoking runes stored in their spirits. ”

This is a kind of rune knowledge similar to the Frost Rune!

"Minos, what's going on? What is this stone?" asked Griffith in a low voice.

The Bone Ring's Ghost responded:

"It's a lost philosopher's stone, I don't know who created it, the passage of time has depleted its energy. Minos did not master the art of charging. However, with the knowledge gained from it, you can now use the Blood Spell – the abilities of the Flesh Golem and the Blood Bat Storm.

"Unlike the beginner Frost Spell, Blood Golems and Blood Bat Storm are powerful spells that consume two Blood Runes per cast. ”

Saved, I saved!

Griffith almost cheered, the Blood Bat Storm Spell was an excellent escape skill, and the practical application of this spell gave him unprecedented mobility, even if his reliability was questionable, and he had already managed to escape in the face of siege.

Just then, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the passage. Soon, a man in a black cloak appeared in the darkness. He held a torch in his hand and a jet-black dagger in his hand.

Captain Kalius.

"Yo, GI, you're still alive~" Kalius noticed Griffith who appeared in the hall in a daze, "Now it's just the two of us who are still alive, right?"

Griffith stared at the witcher, neither answering nor acting.

"I've been into a similar ruin," Kalius continued, "as dark and eerie, unwritten. There, I found -

"This!"

Two black shadows had unconsciously appeared at Griffith's feet, entwined with his shadows.

The apprentice knight's body trembled, and then his pupils lost their brilliance.

"It's naïve," Calrius stepped forward with a smile, "don't you suspect that my conversation is just to make you lose your guard? It won't be long before you're transformed into a lifeless puppet. ”

Griffith stood in front of Kalius with a blank face, unresponsive to his words.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you can't talk anymore!" Calrius patted the midshipman on the shoulder, "go ahead and find your way, this hellish place is full of dangers. ”

The puppet obediently turned around and headed for the inner chamber. Kalius kept a few steps away, surveying the walls around him as he went.

Suddenly, the Griffith Cadet Knight, who was leading the way, suddenly dwarfed and dissolved like a burnt candle.

"What!" Kalius didn't expect this scene. Before he could comprehend the situation in front of him, a killing intent with substance had already spread.

In a panicked vision, he saw that the apprentice knight had appeared behind him.

The cold air in Griffith's hand swirled, condensing an ice-blue spear aimed at Kalius.

The murderous aura was as turbulent and noisy as the tides of the ice sea, and behind the apprentice knight there was even a phantom of a mountain monster roaring wildly.

The sharp tip of the spear seems to swallow up all warmth and vitality, and then bring about death that erodes the bone marrow.

Kalius only had time to block his short sword in front of his chest when a thump and a tear came from his chest at the same time. He flew backwards and was pinned to the ground like a butterfly specimen.

Blood gushed out of his throat and blocked his lungs.

A strong feeling of suffocation and pain strangled the witcher's remaining senses. His body twitched violently, blood and foul-smelling liquid pouring out from beneath him.

Griffith held another freshly condensed spear and looked at the witcher lying on the ground from afar.

With the blood runes he had just mastered, he managed to quickly create a puppet with his own blood, replacing himself before Kalius emerged from the darkness, and in doing so, attracting Kalius' dark shadow attack. He himself went around the rear and carried out a sneak attack. After the puppet was brought under control, Griffith quickly cut off the supply of spiritual power.

The golem, which had lost its energy supply, could no longer maintain its form, and disintegrated in front of Kalius. At the same time, Griffith flashed out from behind and threw a frost throwing spear at the witcher.

In order to ensure the death of the strangely capable witcher, Griffith, after knocking down his enemy, aimed at the fallen Kalius from a distance and threw an ice spear.

"Poof!"

The ice spear plunged into the witcher's body.

Kalius lay motionless on the cold ground. There was an unbearable stench in the air, and in the dim light it seemed as if liquid was coming out of the body.

Griffith waited carefully. It can be seen that this witcher is not only an instructor of the Beacon Academy, but also a ruthless Sequence 7 extraordinary. To make matters worse, Kalius possessed the ability of dark magic, and the few shadows that could manipulate creatures were completely beyond Griffith's knowledge.

Kalius was indeed dead, and a beautiful crystallization of extraordinary properties began to emerge from his corpse, tempting Griffith to pick it up.

Griffith's heart is desperately weak. In this situation, he should run away as soon as possible, but without a weapon in his hand, even if he escaped the ruins, he would not be able to run far in the strange corrupted forest. Therefore, he had to search for some weapons and supplies from Kalius. The corrupted feathered fencing was still on Kalius's body.