"No, he's not supposed to be a great magician, but a very rare summoner and alchemist among the human race. Thea thought for a moment and said in a deep voice.

Summoner is a branch of magicians in the human race, a mage class that can make magical contracts with monsters, creatures from different dimensions, and different planes and summon them to fight for themselves. The strength of a summoner is not based on the amount of magic power, but on the strength of the summons with whom he has made a magic contract.

Maybe a summoner with only a junior magician and that eighth-level demonic beast had signed a summoning contract, then his combat power could even be comparable to that of a powerhouse at the level of a magician.

Alchemists are also a branch of magicians among humans, using the power of magic and machinery to create all kinds of incredible weapons, armor, and battle golems. The alchemist's combat power depends entirely on his alchemy items, and an alchemist who has no power to restrain his chicken, if he has dozens of eighth-level magic puppets, even a ninth-level master will not dare to fight with him!

Summoners and alchemists are both very talented, and they are also part of a rare group of magicians, and humans who can perform both classes are extremely rare, and they are all geniuses among geniuses.

In particular, every alchemist invention of the alchemist has the potential to raise the level of human combat power to a higher level, and many alien races hostile to humans have had enough of the suffering of those human alchemists inventing high-tech combat weapons. The high-ranking alchemists of humanity are the most wanted to hunt down by all aliens.

"An alchemist, actually an alchemist, the kingdom of Panturo seems to have produced a great human genius. Woking listened to Thea's analysis and said slowly.

"Genius? Before he had a status and power comparable to his abilities, a genius was very fragile. Walker, do you remember what that human looks like?" Tya asked Walker, smiling calmly.

"Lord Tya, the appearance of that human being has been completely etched into my mind. Walker replied.

"Very well! It's up to me to strangle that human genius in the cradle. Taiya smiled confidently.

Around Natea, all the warriors of the orc clan, looking at the confident Thea, were also infected by his self-confidence, believing that this most outstanding young man of the Tiger clan would definitely be able to do everything he wanted easily, as before.

This surprise attack on Dauphinbru City was also because Thea in front of him was alone, going deep into the deepest part of the Berneman Death Swamp, and I don't know what agreement he reached with the Emperor Hydra Emperor, who commanded the Berneman Death Swamp. The high-level demonic beasts in the Death Swamp of the Berneman all made way for the orc army of this surprise attack, which allowed the surprise attack to succeed. Otherwise, even if this orc army is strong, if it wants to force its way through the Berneman Death Swamp, facing those high-level demonic beasts that survive in the swamp, I am afraid that there will only be one in ten.

And in the midst of the most intense battle, the demoralizing voice among the human warriors was also arranged by Thea in advance. That sentence allowed the orc warriors to easily defeat the human warriors who had no will to fight.

Ten days later, a sunny afternoon.

In a small manor near the city of Padolique, the capital of the kingdom of Panturo, the peasants of the manor were busy tending the fields for the lord of the manor in the bright sunshine, exchanging their hard work for the family's rations.

A potato stew with pork broth, and a few pieces of black bread, this is what the peasants who are attached to the aristocratic manor lord want to eat the most, and perhaps the not too bad temper of the manor will let them all eat soft and sweet white bread during the New Year's holiday.

While the peasants were working hard, a loud noise came from afar, attracting the attention of all the peasants who were working underground!

I saw that on the path leading to the manor, a huge lizard with a body length of four meters, covered with a layer of black scale armor, and an extremely hideous appearance, was crawling towards this side, and the peasants who had spent their lives in the land of the manor had never seen such a terrible beast.

"Monsters! That's the legendary beasts, beasts that only mysterious and powerful magicians can control. Those two people should be the legendary magician!"

In that crowd, although no one had ever seen a monster, in many stories, the horror of the monster and the power of the magician left a deep impression, and the clever man guessed the identity of the huge lizard, and then ran to the manor as soon as possible to report to the lord of the manor.

The owner of the manor was Pope, a baron in the kingdom of Panturo, whose ancestors had made great achievements for the king of the kingdom of Panturo, and thus had a hereditary baronship.

Pope inherited the title of baron from his deceased father ten years ago, and lived a modest manor with his beautiful wife.

Pop was very self-aware and knew that he had no ability, so he did not bother to climb the upper aristocratic circle of the royal capital of Padolik, but just ran his own manor and some nearby properties in a bland manner.

Under the guidance of Pop's thinking, his little boy was doing quite well, and on this day, he was also in the garden with his wife, who was about forty years old and still charming, leisurely eating pastries, drinking afternoon tea, preparing to take a break and go fishing by the nearby creek.

Just then, led by a guard, a young peasant walked into the manor and came to Pop.

"Jack, what's the matter?" Pop asked lightly, looking at the young man with a majestic face. In this manor, his status and power are almost no different from those of the lord of a city. In the presence of the commoners, he was to maintain the majesty of the nobility.

"Lord Pope, a magician riding a terrible beast has come to our manor. Jack was swept away by the popper's eyes and replied with some uneasiness.

"What?mage?mage riding a terrible beast?" Pop's face changed when he heard Jack's words, and then he took his wife and walked towards the gate of the manor.

Any junior magician with a social status is not inferior to a baron with few fiefs and weak strength, and a magician who can ride a terrifying magical beast is an existence that needs to be looked up to for a small nobleman like Pope.

Moreover, most of the magicians are eccentric people, and if they are upset, there are not a few people who die for no reason, and Pop doesn't want to be one of those who die for no reason.