The urgency of the situation could be discerned only by the tone of the voice of the man who had come to report the news, and as he walked about his own experience and Sir Leinster's message, he should have been exhausted, but he was still explaining in as much detail as he could. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Maybe it didn't go more than Frick had expected, but he still felt a throbbing pain in his stomach because of what he had just learned. It seems that trouble always likes to creep in after a few days of peaceful life, and it is worse than expected.

Since last night, Sir Leinster had noticed that several of his nodes on the periphery had lost contact, so he immediately sent a group of servants who were familiar with the terrain to go out to investigate. While they had moved as quickly as they could, when the servants arrived at their destination, they could only find the destroyed runes and mana storage tanks, which had been targeted by someone.

As of this morning, the dispatched servants had inspected all the nodes where contact had been lost, and it was not surprising to find that all facilities had been completely destroyed. So they split up in two groups, one continuing to investigate in the vicinity, and the other rushing back to report.

The man standing in front of them was one of the servants who had been left behind outside the manor, tasked with investigating the identity of the destroyer and stranded in the cold fog, but ultimately found little valuable news - and was finally attacked by the enemy.

According to the information he elaborated, there were no signs of biological activity left on the snow near the node, let alone human footprints, not even traces of animal life. Originally, they speculated that the enemy might have used flying monsters to destroy from the air, but this suspicion was quickly overturned.

In order to give these nodes the necessary level of defense, Sir Leinster not only set up a Rubik's Cubes near the nodes to expel monsters, but also prepared a counterattack technique. Creatures that approach those runes at will, even if they are not malicious, will be attacked by pre-prepared spells.

However, none of those spells have ever been triggered, and even some of the nodes' defenses show no signs of functioning, and the nodes that should have been protected have fallen apart. To put it mildly, those nodes look like they have been destroyed by the forces of nature.

-- Or, rather, the "natural" forces that have been manipulated.

Sir Uls Leinster seems reluctant to talk about "demon-making", and even refers to the study and creation of demon-making techniques as "forbidden arts". However, judging from the signs that have been revealed, it is likely that this is the case that the enemy has assigned to destroy the outer defensive nodes of the manor.

It may be due to the reluctance of the highest achievers in the field of demonology to get involved in this discipline, the empire has very little research on the subject of "demon-making", and the few academic books on the subject are also imported from foreign countries that are allies, so even scholars rarely have access to relevant knowledge.

In the past, some people thought that some of the monsters were creatures that had been forcibly distorted by magical experiments, because some of them were so strange that one could not help but wonder if there was something that used supernatural power to transform the original biological structure.

Although many people may think so, there is no actual evidence to prove these conjectures, and the academic community has been debating this topic for a long time. Compared to these monsters with wonderful properties, demon-making is a typical artificially created monster using magic.

Demon makers are created monsters, and their appearance is quite faithful to the personal preferences of the mages who want to study them. The vast majority of demon-making that can be found so far is the result of failed experimentation, and their ancestors, if they existed, may well have destroyed an entire mage's research institute to be freed, and were even endowed with all sorts of grotesque and dangerous abilities by the people who created them.

It goes without saying that all demon-making is quite dangerous, especially some of the groups that are too aggressive and adaptable to deal with even more difficult than the beast plague. To make matters worse, there are also individuals who are difficult to define whether or not they are "creatures" among the various demon creations that have been confirmed.

It is said that in the ancient age of mythology, the gods created individuals called "apostles" as their messengers, which is probably the original demon creation. No one knows what the "Apostles" are today, and the huge, self-disciplined golems are perhaps the most "ordinary" of demon makers, as there have even been recorded sightings of disembodied "winds" attacking people in the form of beasts.

"At about 10:27 a.m. this morning, about 36 minutes before now, the scout who was patrolling the neighborhood was attacked by hostile life. ”

On the way back to the main house, the servant who had come to inform Curt explained: "I'm ashamed to say that I was one of the scouts, and although we were very vigilant in our actions at the time, no one noticed that the enemy was sneaking in, and it was not until someone was wounded that we realized that we were surrounded by them." But even then, we still haven't been able to organize an effective counterattack, whether it's sword or buckshot, it seems that physical attacks can't do any damage to them, so we can only flee back to the manor as soon as possible. ”

Admittedly, the enemies described by the thralls who had destroyed Sir Leinster's node were similar to a creature known as the "Borean Elf", but Flick was having trouble determining whether they were the same kind. This is not only because the "North Wind Elf" is originally a creature that is rarely discovered, and can almost be regarded as a monster that only exists in legends, but also because his narrative is too vague.

All they knew was that a group of "beasts" that could not be caught by their sight were coming at them in the cold mist, and if it weren't for the large amount of pale white ice particles mixed into their breezy bodies, the servants would not even know what was attacking them. When someone dodges the initial attack and tries to launch a counterattack, they are surprised to find that their enemy is a group of ethereal mist, and the attack of the weapon is ineffective.

Frick had thought that these records were mere legends at best, and that there might be ghost-like ethereal monsters, but they were supposed to have something like "essence". But from the actual encounters with the mouths of those demon-making servants, it seems that things are not so simple.

At that time, the cold fog had already tended to thicken, so they were well prepared for the enemies that might emerge from the fog, and even brought heavy mechanics and lead bullets against the mage. However, those "creatures" are like real air, and any attack has no effect on them.

Frick was not surprised that the enemy would try to test Uls Leonst's defenses in a different way, and that if they found out what kind of gap existed here, they would soon rush through the gap - and that was not to be easily overlooked.

He knew very well that the enemy he was facing now was the group of mages of the Raven Society, led by Uls Leernst, and that he was probably far ahead of them in terms of technology. Even if he succeeded in forcing one of them to retreat at that time, he did not dare to take such an enemy lightly.

If the man who had arrived to inform him of his condition had not lied, it would have been highly likely that the "demon-makers" they had encountered would not have triggered the defenses set up by Urs, and there was no doubt that it would not be long before they burst into the manor. So he couldn't help but quicken his pace, maybe he didn't have any respect for the old crow, but in order to protect his territory and family, they were undoubtedly on the same side.

However, they were still a little sluggish, for the enemy attacked as fast as the wind, and when they could already see the outline of the mansion, there was a commotion outside the manor. There was no doubt that the guards who had been stationed there should have been engaged in the enemy, and they were obviously immediately locked in a bitter battle with all kinds of weapons and no spells.

Curt gritted his teeth and showed a sinister expression when he heard the commotion in the distance, but he knew what he should do most now, and he didn't rush in the direction where the sound came from. However, Frick could hear the sound of boots stepping on the snow from the thick cold fog not far away, and the shouts seemed to be getting closer—it seemed that the guards were not able to stop the disembodied monsters.

Whew――

The cold wind suddenly became stronger, but it did not dispel the cold mist mixed with ice particles in the slightest, only made them slap on everyone more arrogantly, almost completely obscuring the vision. At the moment when their vision was obscured by the cold mist, a beast-like claw suddenly appeared from the thick fog and grabbed at them.

The target of the "beast" was undoubtedly Frick, the weakest of the three, and the pale claws of the thick fog were sharp as blades, tearing the smoke through the cold fog that stood in its way. Like a biting cold wind, Frick could barely even see the trajectory of the claws, and now it was too late to avoid it - how could he outrun the conscious wind?

It was too late, and when the claws of the cold wind almost tore open his body, the invisible thing wrapped in the cold mist suddenly exploded. The silver blade pierced through Frick's side and slashed at the ever-changing wind, and his body shattered in an instant from the white mist.

"I see, is this the so-called 'North Wind Elf'? It's really a targeted monster...... Do those guys think I'm only going to use knives to cut people? Curt stood there with a long knife in hand, a smile on his face that seemed to mock his enemies.