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While Frick was handed over the magical black box by Sir Leernst, Dean and his companion were lying on their stomachs in the icy snow pit. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The snow pit they had set up was some distance from the village, surrounded by bare trees and withered weeds, and even the monsters were not interested in approaching. Cold, desolation and silence are the most common themes of winter in the North, but it's obviously more pronounced in this neighborhood.

Adventurers use the white capes that the magicians have cast to hide their bodies, merging their presence with the earth, wood and stone that are stupefied with the snow around them. The dry and cold air exploited the physical strength, and if it wasn't for the special drink before the action, probably all the people would have lost the strength to act.

Originally, Dean thought that the sorcerer's claim that the cloak could hinder the perception of monsters was just a fool of them, but he didn't expect that those giant wolves really didn't even look at them. And not only them, but even some monsters that ran out of nowhere were of no interest to adventurers.

It's like they're the same kind as the decaying nature around them.

In fact, Frick noticed when he reached the top floor of the hotel that Dean and his companions were not there, and there seemed to be no sign of them in the village. But he didn't have much interest in these adventurers, except that they were probably asked by Sir Leinster to carry out some kind of special mission.

His instincts were not wrong in terms of the outcome of the matter, and it was usually difficult to defend against the attack, as Sir Leinster had anticipated. In order for this operation to be successful, even he needs to consider using some extraordinary means.

While many people say that adventurers are as unreliable as mercenaries, they can be trusted with their mobility and experience in the field. And those who think so seem to forget that more often than not, common sense is basically a "widespread" thing.

Sir Leinster had asked them to patrol the surrounding forests, but he had not given them a mandate to stop the monsters, only to report them to the anomaly. So by the evening they had returned to the village, ready to assist the arriving soldiers in defending Lemongrass.

At that moment, Sir Leinster called Dean out and let him attend a meeting, which was attended only by a few people, including Cadiz Milt. They were probably the ones Urles Leinster thought necessary to explain the situation, because there was a special task to be entrusted with.

"As you know, Lemongrass is in crisis. ”

Standing in the middle of the hall, Urs Leinster said in a calm tone: "However, the enemies who cause the crisis in the village are not rare monsters, but people with ulterior motives. I hate to admit it, but the black monsters you saw in the forest before must have something to do with what they did. ”

He still didn't want to admit that the monsters that attacked the village were man-made, and fortunately the people present would not come up with this unpleasant term. Compared to the information that could be revealed to everyone present, no matter who the other party was, he probably didn't want to mention a word.

As everyone knows, Sir Leinster and his Raven Society are all sorcerers and monster scholars who study monsterology. And as if it were a matter of course, the person who planned to put Lemonglass in danger was also a mage, and the research content seemed to be related to monsters.

The Raven Society had noticed the activity of the monsters before coming to Lemongrass, and had lost manpower to investigate them. Although a lot of manpower and material resources were spent as a price, it was also because of this that they also collected more or less information about this monster.

They were almost certain that these monsters could hardly be said to have evolved from ordinary creatures under the influence of nature's magic. Instead, anomalous magical structures have been detected in hair and blood materials collected from the field, most likely due to the effects of a special magical environment constructed by humans.

Although no solid evidence is in his hands, Urs Leinster believes that the "beast plague" is likely to be a premeditated experiment. The sorcerers put the monsters they bred into villages to test their destructive power and lethality.

There is no shortage of mage associations such as the Raven Society in the Empire, and they study a wide variety of topics, from herbal medicine to Rubik's cube theory. However, there are very few of these societies dedicated to the study of monsters, except for the Raven Society, and their achievements are not as dazzling as those of Sir Leinster.

Even if he made the inference that someone was behind the operation of the "Lemongrass Beast Disaster", he could not derive an answer to who was the culprit. The accusation was so heavy that even if it remained at the stage of suspicion, it could cause an uproar within the empire.

Of course, this is no longer the old era of swords and sorcery, and even becoming a sorcerer does not mean that you have the right to enter the aristocratic class. That being said, most of the sizable mage associations in the empire now have aristocratic backgrounds and have actual influence.

They may be patrons or participants, using their money, power, or at least strength to gather the mages and turn them into their own power. And there are a few extremists among them, who even argue that sorcery is the power that the chosen ones should have, as they did centuries ago.

What do those fellows think of the people--Ghardis Milt roared through gritted teeth after hearing Sir Leinster's analysis. When he learned that some people regarded their compatriots as experimental materials, and that it was their duty to protect the people, he felt anger from the bottom of his heart.

But this is the case, and the sorcerers are not only divided into different schools within the empire, but also formed groups of different sizes based on factual interests or some other reason. It may not be appropriate to say from Ser Leinster, who is also a sorcerer, but there are madmen who disregard human life.

In the eyes of those who are mad for research, human life is like an object, a mere statistic. Easily turning a settlement into scorched earth and having monsters eat human flesh and blood is just one part of the experiment.

"I can understand your anger, and I lament the presence of such scum in our line. Sir Leinster said to him, but in a calm tone as if he had expected it, "we must do something to avoid the worst of disasters. ”

As a result, this chaos, which can almost be said to be a farce, has changed from a simple "battle to defend against monsters" to a complex job of "catching the main messenger behind the scenes while defending against monsters". Soldiers under the Centennial Commander are confronted head-on, and adventurers such as Dean hunt down the wizards who are behind the scenes.

So things became like this, arranged by Sir Leinster, divided into two directions to deal with the preparation of different enemies. The soldiers struggled to defend Lemonglas against monsters that charged the line on all sides, while the adventurers hid in the snow and waited for their time.

If Dean had ever doubted Sir Leonster's arrangement, the answer was yes - at least he didn't think they could fight the Wizards with their powers.

Trying to ambush a mage who can use magic to create destructive "phenomena" with the rudimentary equipment that adventurers have, most of them cold weapons, is probably more laughable than black humor.

However, their suspicions were also expected, and Urs Leinster was prepared for this problem. Some of the soldiers brought throwing bombs were passed on to the adventurers with the consent of the centurion, and a few buckshot bullets were given to them in order to effectively interfere with the mage's actions.

Outwardly, this group of adventurers who use their spell cloaks to cover their tracks in the snow is still difficult to rely on, but it will undoubtedly catch the other party off guard when it comes to actual combat. The only question that remained on Dean's mind was whether they would survive the attack.

This is the biggest and most difficult problem, even at this time, he can only choose to pray to God that his group will not become the outcasts of the old crow. And as he saw that the battle around Lemongrass was gradually heating up, his thoughts became more and more cold.

The ferocious monsters initially chose to attack the impenetrable defenses on one side of the village, and unsurprisingly fell into a trap set by the mages. After the black bodies were bound by the ice, the soldiers' shots made them bleed all over the ground, and the few remaining monsters forced their last breath to use the special ability of the snake eyes on their tails to launch a "counterattack", which only allowed them to expose their abilities prematurely.

Sir Leonster's defensive line worked until the last monster on that side fell—and then the enemy unleashed a terrifying tornado of flames on the southern front, destroying the entire fortifications in the blink of an eye, leaving the defenders in a difficult position.

"Is this even in his calculations?"

Although he was also frightened into a cold sweat by the pillar of fire that rose into the sky, Dean reacted immediately after being slightly glad that he was not lurking there. As soon as the enemy begins to use attack spells to break the defensive line, they will start to move when they are lurking, which is a sign of an appointment with Sir Leinster.

Lucky or unlucky, most of the monsters had been drawn south of Lemongrass by the loud bang and the cracked defenses, and not a single monster appeared in the woods where they lurked...... Of course, there were no mages belonging to the opposing faction either.

Without a moment's hesitation, when Dean gave the signal "Operation Begins", the adventurers lurking nearby immediately began to act. Dressed in white cloaks, they were like ghosts drifting in the cold wind of a snowy night, silently sneaking in the direction of the magical reaction.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]