The quill in his hand kept pointing back and forth on the paper, and Morakot held his chin and thought for a long time before he spoke: "Lyles, let your most trusted subordinate lead all the knight troops to the East Watchtower as fast as possible. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Lyles lowered his head in response, then hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Forgive me for being bold, Lord City, there are only less than 10,000 knights in the city now, and in the face of three times the number, it is difficult for the knights to form an effective blow to the demonic beasts!"

"Of course I know what you said, but now that the situation on the East Watchtower side is critical, I asked the knights to go over and relieve the siege. ”

"Anyway, hold out as long as you can on the side of the East Watchtower, and then when all the defenses are in place, I will send someone to inform Gray, and then all the troops will be withdrawn, and we will make a major counterattack in front of the city. ”

Lyles still didn't raise his head, he continued to ask, "But Lord City, the total number of troops available in the city is less than 30,000, and there are definitely hundreds of thousands of demonic beasts gathered in the entire Frost Forest and its surrounding area. With the footsteps of the Warcraft, if they want to send more troops, if we haven't finished this battle, the follow-up Warcraft army can definitely rush over, what should we do then?"

With a wave of his hand, Morakot slapped the quill on the table, then stood up and said, "Don't worry, I expected this situation, after you have deployed the knight troops, you will go to ......"

Pushing the door open, Vanessa rushed into the house like a whirlwind, and Matthew, who was sitting by the fireplace and looking at the books in his hand, looked up at her in some shock.

Antrysta who was coming down from the upper floors looked at Vanessa and asked a little puzzled, "What's wrong?

Vanessa picked up the water on the table and poured it a few times, then took a breath and said, "Big thing, quite a big thing!"

Seeing Matthew and Antrysta both focus on themselves, Vanessa continued, "The Adventurers' Guild has just released a mission ......"

Shaking the book in his hand, Matthew turned his gaze back to the book, and then said with some unhappiness: "Isn't it just a task?

Vanessa stepped forward in two steps and smashed a fist on Matthew's head, and as he hugged his head and howled, Vanessa continued to explain: "This mission is quite not simple, it was issued by the City Lord's Mansion. ”

"There are no requirements for the mission, all adventurers can participate, but the danger of the mission is extremely high, even the high-level adventurers have the possibility of death......"

Rubbing his head, Matthew stood up and grinned and asked, "So, what kind of mission is it?"

"There is an army of demonic beasts outside the city, and the City Lord's Mansion urgently orders all adventurers to resist together!" Vanessa said in a heavy tone.

Taking a deep breath, Matthew immediately turned around, and then strode upstairs, Vanessa asked a little puzzled, "Uncle Matthew, what are you going to do?"

Matthew said without looking back: "Nonsense, the Warcraft army came to attack the city, and when there are such powerful troops in the city, the City Lord's Mansion even went to the union to recruit adventurers, isn't this question clear enough?

Just as Matthew brushed Atrista's body, Atrista reached back, grabbed Matthew by the collar and grabbed him.

Matthew trembled and looked back at Atrista, who had a smile on her face but a blaze burning in her eyes.

"I said, Uncle Matthew, you need a few reasons if you don't want to participate, right?

As she spoke, Andrista twisted her white neck slightly, then clenched her little fists and said, "For example, Uncle Matthew, you accidentally fell from the upper floor, and then all your limbs were crushed and fractured, and from then on, all the lower part of the neck were paralyzed, and the legendary priest couldn't treat it well, how about it?"

"Are you kidding? How could a professional in control fall from a building and have a comminuted fracture of his limbs! Besides, it's just paralysis, how can even a legendary priest not be cured!? You just want to beat me to a crushed fracture and then not get me a priest for treatment!?" Matthew roared loudly with tears streaming down his eyes.

Nodding gently, Antrysta clenched her fist and gently tapped her head, then stuck out her tongue and said cutely: "Oh, I'm sorry, I was discovered by Uncle Matthew, so let's just do it directly." ”

"Wait, wait, I'll go!, can't I go!?" Seeing that Atrista's fist was about to reach his face, Matthew resolutely begged for mercy.

Vanessa, who usually goes up to get a leg up, stood in place today, with a very solemn face and didn't know what she was thinking.

Matthew and Anntrista looked at each other, and Antresta asked, "Sasha, what's wrong with you?

Pouting, Matthew, who was let go, straightened his clothes and said with some disdain: "Don't be kidding, how can this violent maniac be nervous?"

After saying that, Matthew hugged his head and prepared to be beaten, but after waiting for several seconds, he didn't feel the fist hit his arm.

He lowered his arm slightly, only to see Vanessa still standing there with a solemn face, as if his taunt had not made her angry.

Antrysta stepped forward slowly, repeated the question, and then looked at Vanessa with some concern.

"I'm not nervous, but don't you think we've forgotten a question?"

Looking at the puzzled eyes of the two, Vanessa sighed and explained: "Cyril, Cyril, isn't he still on a mission outside? Who knows where he is on a mission?, if he encounters the army of Warcraft, with his strength, he will definitely die under the mouth of Warcraft!"

Matthew's face, who was still joking, also changed slightly, he was silent for a few seconds, and then turned to Andrista and said, "Andrista, can you use magic to try to find Cyril's traces?"

"I'll try it...... Anyway, I'll go to church first!" Ann Trista replied anxiously, and then immediately went out and walked towards the church.

And Cyril, who is being worried by everyone, is not the same situation as they imagined......

At this moment, on the outskirts of the Frost Forest, Cyril was sitting under a tree, gasping for air.

Helo, on the other hand, crouched beside him, constantly pulling out several bottles of potion and feeding them to his mouth.

"That guy, he didn't make it clear to me, there would be such a level of side effects when the seal was lifted......" Covering his mouth, a few traces of blood oozed from the corners of Cyril's mouth.

Although a powerful magic power erupted just now, this powerful magic power was too much of a burden on Cyril's weak body.

After the magic gradually wore off, Cyril's body experienced a variety of symptoms, including mana poisoning, bleeding all over his body, and severe pain from the depths of the spiritual sea.

However, although the situation is a bit serious, there is a powerful pharmacist by his side, and a good pharmacist has shown a powerful effect at this time.

"This ...... And this ......" After pouring two or three more potions into Cyril's mouth, Harrow breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Cyril's face gradually return to normal, and his breathing began to calm down, Hero said with some concern: "If you can use that kind of ability in the future, try not to use it, your current body alone can't support such a huge amount of magic power." ”

Cyril nodded weakly, his own physical condition was naturally the most clear.

Although a large part of his memory is missing, Cyril's common sense is still there, and with the fact that he has often studied magic and magic during this time, he has a deep understanding of how weak his body is.

The physical fitness of the magician is not as bad as it is written in the knight's novels, because of the long years of absorbing the magic of nature, the natural magic flows through the whole body and then slowly flows out.

Under this constant cycle, the physical fitness of professionals will naturally increase, and professionals such as knights or demon warriors will usually deliberately exercise their physical fitness, so they will appear stronger than magicians or alchemists.

Generally speaking, the physical fitness of an epic mage who has not undergone any deliberate training is definitely not weaker than that of an elite-level or even master-level demon warrior.

And a professional like Cyril who is already at the pinnacle of the elite level, but whose physical fitness is not even comparable to that of the children of the barbarian clan, is too rare.

Feeling that he was almost recovered, Cyril struggled to get up, put his hands on his knees, turned to Helo and said, "Let's go, let's get out of here, I don't know when that guy will come after him." ”

Herro nodded, although he was a little worried about Cyril's physical condition now, but he just stayed here and waited for things to get better.

Taking out a few potions from his backpack and putting them in the belt and cloak around his waist, Helo smiled and said, "Let's go, we will protect you, there will be no danger along the way." ”

Cyril smiled slightly awkwardly, he was supposed to protect Helo, but he didn't expect the situation to be reversed.

Taking a deep breath and enduring the sharp pain coming from the depths of the spiritual sea, Cyril gently recited a few incantations, and after laying two magical barriers beside the two of them, he stumbled towards the outside of the forest.

Feeling a gaze behind him, Helo, who was following closely beside Cyril and trying to help him, turned around, but didn't find anything.

Thinking that she might be a delusion of nervousness, Harrow shrugged her shoulders, then turned back and hurriedly grabbed Cyril's arm, and the two continued on their way out of the forest.

At this time, a mysterious figure with a pair of red pupils wrapped in a black robe was hiding behind a large tree.

Seeing the two of them gradually disappear from his sight, the black-robed man took out a scroll and tore it open, and then a mirror appeared in front of him.

Looking at the old man in the mirror who was wearing a golden robe and looking very kind, the black-robed man lowered his head slightly and said, "My lord, I found out, the person who holds the power of the starry sky is here." (To be continued.) )