With the participation of the Waterl Augustine royal family and the Highland Mage Council, the second group of elite exploration teams consisting of forty Ymir legionnaires plus twenty spellcasters above the stream level was quickly formed.

In this second batch of teams, although the mage members are from the two major organizations of the Council and the Legislative Committee, the interesting thing is that the two have not been separated and separated from each other for too long, and the magic, tools and even ritual instruments used by the two sides belong to the same system, and even the training received by these elite members of the Plateau Mage Council in the past is also from the Legislative Committee, so the two sides do not need too much running-in process.

Even some of these mages were acquaintances who had performed certain tasks together in the past, or classmates who had studied together in the same classroom as Merlinle.

The world is so wonderful.

When these mages, who had belonged to different camps, with different positions and interests, stood together again, and were ready to take risks for the same goal, their moods and demeanors became delicate.

As for the forty Imir legionnaires who were the guardians and executors, it was needless to say.

Different from the iris guards who exist as royal soldiers in the Kingdom of Teresa, although the Ymir Legion is the elite representative of the army of the Wattel Kingdom, it is essentially no different from other elite troops, the only difference and special is that the Ymir Legion has done all the systems and requirements in the Battler army system to the best.

Each member of this special legion, which has a full strength of 4,000 men, is drawn from other elite units, and at any time the number of them will not increase, nor decrease, and in the event of attrition or retirement, they will be immediately selected and filled in other legions.

This particular elite legion enjoys a large number of high-quality resources in the Vottel military system, and they often have access to the most advanced weapons, the best combat doctrine, and even to some extent, access to a wealth of important secrets and information that only the royal family can know, and its members, both during and after death, will also receive preferential treatment for him and his family, if an Imir legionnaire dies in battle or mission, Then their children will also have the opportunity to enter the Kingdom's leading colleges for lifelong learning.

But to get all this, too, comes at a price.

Any soldier, officer, or mage who agrees to join the Ymir Legion must undergo a series of rigorous vetting processes, and they will be forced to renounce all but the two common beliefs of the Goddess of Magic and the Plateau Eagle, and will also swear their allegiance to the Kingdom of Wattel under the witness of special magical ceremonies.

Under this ritual, their spirits and minds will be eternally engraved with the magical imprint of the Giant Eagle of the Highlands.

Thus, in the kingdom of Waterl, a mage may question an officer, an army, an order, but he will not and dare not question the Ymir Legion.

And now, the forty silent soldiers in black uniforms and black crystal masks are changing their equipment in unison.

In order to make themselves more fit to operate in the Great Rift, they removed the heavy equipment they carried with them and replaced the original standard revolver rifle with a new, shorter-looking and lighter gun, which looked closer to the easy-to-carry crystalline handcuffs, except that they were also cast from metal and had been stripped of the original revolver structure.

A legal committee mage watched curiously as the silent soldiers took round "metal cylinders" from their comrades, each carrying about three, and it seemed that they were filled with bullets from these guns.

Although my heart is full of curiosity about these new firearms of the Wattel Kingdom, nowadays, no one dares to question this kind of weapon that can be effective with a small amount of magic power and a small amount of magic crystals, after all, the passage of time on the battle line has explained a lot.

"Mr. Finn, do the soldiers still need to carry flamethrowers?"

The valley-level mage in charge of the monitoring station looked at five of the Imir soldiers who were carrying heavy metal containers on their backs, and couldn't help but ask, "If you think there's a threat down there that requires us to use the flames to fight, why don't you let our mages carry an extra magic book?" ”

"Naturally, you should bring an extra copy of the magic book, but these flamethrowers should not be put down either."

The elven butler, loyal to the royal family of Waterl, whispered as he walked to the abyss, which was separated by a fence.

Finn tilted his head to look into the bottomless darkness, and then said, "We don't know anything about what happened down there, let's not forget how the team in front of us disappeared...... If I could, I would even suggest filling this crack with alchemy bombs and pages of magic......"

If it was someone else, it would have attracted two ridicules.

However, now, the person in charge of the monitoring camp couldn't laugh at all, he was very aware of Finn's attainments and status in the field of magic, and Finn's attitude was not a half-joke, it was obvious that this crack in front of him, and the unknown power that had shaken most of Vane's power in it, made this veteran and powerful mage feel jealous and afraid.

Finn stared at the abyss for a few seconds, then he raised his head, the magic color in his eyes flashed, and then he said: "Inform Merlin Lehe of everything that happens here as soon as possible, I will be in charge of the Council and the Plateau Alliance, and we need to make a second plan as soon as possible after this group of teams sets off...... The speed must be fast. ”

After saying that, Finn's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quietly felt the strange tremor coming from the depths of the earth, and he couldn't help but shiver.

He always felt that he was facing some kind of "living thing" beyond his cognition.

……

"Watch your right, watch your right!"

"It's going to hit me! Burn it! ”

"When did it come in......"

In the evening, the Tricolor Brotherhood station ushered in an unusually sudden riot.

Few could have imagined that the "mud" that was rampaging through the city of Salem would suddenly launch an attack on a large human garrison before the light of day had dimmed.

This is often the time when the survivors of large settlements use to distribute and transport all kinds of supplies and goods collected during the day, and people are most busy and concentrated at this time, but it is in this situation that those monsters suddenly attack from unexpected angles.

Yes, not an attack, but an attack.

Because it wasn't the doors and windows near the streets, nor the entrances to the passages that people came and went, the children of the abyss seemed to have infiltrated the interior of the station early in a long time, and hid in the dimly lit warehouse.

While the survivors who were carrying the supplies were jokingly delivering the loot to the warehouse, they were subjected to a deadly sneak attack by the hidden hunters.

Fortunately, one of these bandits in the Tricolor Brotherhood is a brave and ruthless person, and in the face of the sneak attack launched by these monsters, they immediately gave a corresponding counterattack, and "Xiuge" and "Birva", who are the actual controllers of the station, also rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

At this time, the "Xiuge" was naturally a fake imitated by the messenger in the mirror, so the main battle was assumed by the "Birva" transformed into Xiuge.

The limited number of Descendants of the Abyss who managed to infiltrate the interior of the station, and the fact that the members of the Brotherhood were so decisive were that all potential threats to the station were easily eliminated in a matter of two revisions, and all entrances to the station were finally closed.

Shug, or "Birva", stopped beside the two Descendants of the Abyss after the magic burned them, and he carefully studied the wreckage in front of him, feeling the faint fluctuations of magic that remained in them, and his mind was full of doubt.

He had only been back to the station shortly before the attack, and his mana perception had remained active, and the rat colonies used to monitor the threat had been active around the station, but even in this case, he had not been able to detect the infiltration of the children of the Abyss.

That's not a good sign.

Thinking of this, Shuge immediately retrieved a container and collected some of the remaining "samples" of the Descendants of the Abyss on the spot, and then returned to the room to the courteous praise of the members of the Tricolor Brotherhood.

During this period of time, with the continuous concentration of survivors in the city, the direct conflict and collision between Xiuge and the descendants of the abyss has also been greatly reduced, except for hunting "samples" for the scholars in the legal committee's residence, he basically will not take the initiative to hunt or attack these monsters, after all, in the case of a relatively concentrated population, any large-scale "death tide" may cause unnecessary losses.

The Descendants of the Abyss, who are hidden beneath the city of Selen, have indeed maintained stability during this period, and according to Xiuge's observations, the Descendants of the Abyss will still follow their habits to hunt in the night, returning to the ruins or sewers during the day, and continuing to do so day after day.

But what just happened is obviously something not normal.

After making sure that no one would disturb him, Hug closed his eyes and began to concentrate his magical perception while mobilizing the mist of the messenger in the mirror, completely enveloping it in the "dregs" he had collected.

The Mirror Messenger was very resistant to Shuge's order to "eat garbage", for the fire-burned wreckage had no power at all, and in human terms, it was like a ball of rice that had been chewed repeatedly and then spit on the ground and stomped twice.

However, it had no way to disobey Xiuge's will after all, and after passing a few swear words to Xiuge that it had learned from the will of the Bernhardt and other families, it finally carefully searched for the weak strength and memories left in this mass of residue, and then "retched" back to Xiuge's spiritual world.

It was not easy to get useful information from this, and Xiuge struggled to rummage through the memory residues of these Abyss Descendants in his own spiritual world, and he didn't know how long it took him to finally find some fragments of information that might be useful.

To be precise, it should be a broken instinct of unknown origin, but it has been "implanted" in the heirs of the Abyss.

"Enter the dwelling place of the prey...... Raid...... When they are defenseless...... ...... during the day"

These contents were very broken, and it was even more difficult to translate them into information that humans could understand, but it was the information that these meditations had barely extracted, and it had already taken him by surprise.

If Xiuge's previous cognition and judgment of the behavioral logic of the descendants of the abyss came from the derivation of appearances, then this time, Xiuge finally grasped the most direct evidence.

He was sure that the dangerously large race had further digested and understood the knowledge, and that they were now making changes and adjustments based on the new knowledge they had acquired.

After finishing the investigation of these broken information, Xiuge slowly opened his eyes, although he still maintained the appearance of "Birva" at the moment, the grim expression was also revealed through the ugly face that was imitated.

"Their attack on the Tricolor Brotherhood is just a basic test and test...... This means that they will not stop their operations because of the failure of an active hunt, and what is happening today is just the beginning. ”

Shug slowly got to his feet, and at this moment he was sure that the brief and false "peace" between the survivors and the children of the Abyss in this city of Seren was about to end.

He didn't dare to continue to delay in the residence of the Tricolor Brotherhood, so he simply took the "heir embryos" that he had used the drugs of the Black Sun Association to make these days, and quietly left the territory of the Tricolor Brotherhood and rushed towards the residence of the Law Committee before the night came.

Just as Xiug had guessed, the Leg's premises had also been attacked by the Descendants of the Abyss, but because it was always protected by magical rituals, they had not even been able to break through the outermost ritual defenses, and when Xiug arrived, some of the soldiers who had been transferred from Iris Street were busy cleaning up the wreckage.

As soon as Xiuge stepped into the hall of the Legislative Committee's residence, he heard the sound of heated discussions.

When she looked up, she saw a group of scholars led by Master Justina, who were excitedly arguing with other mages about something, and Justina's eyes were sharp, and she saw Xiuge's figure at a glance, so she immediately shook her one arm and beckoned Xiuge to come over.

"Mr. Ernst, we have made some new discoveries...... About those 'samples' that you captured earlier. ”

At this time, Giustina was obviously very excited, she disregarded etiquette, directly reached out and grabbed Xiuge's trench coat, and said in a hurried voice: "They seem to have received some kind of stimulus, they have become more active than ever, and they are even trying to break through the container and restraint!" ”

(End of chapter)