The town of Apols is located north of Saint-Lun Harbour and southwest of the town of Windsor, not far from the valley where the two are located, but it is not a short distance.

But with His Majesty the King, it seems that there is no loss of teleportation technique, and it is just a shoulder that is slapped twice, and it is confirmed each time.

"I seem to have heard that the attrition of one teleportation usually causes an archmage to temporarily exhaust all of his magic and basically lose all of his combat abilities?"

Mogan finally couldn't help but ask the question.

"That's right." Lucifer nodded, his attitude calm, "But I'm not an archmage. ”

This was true, which choked Mogan, for fear that a few more sentences would be the same as before, "familiar with all magic", "as long as magic exists", and finally turn the topic back to "I am difficult to kill".

I can't stand it, and I can't do it.

And now there is another important thing, the town of Apols is in flames.

Seeing that the residents of the town had evacuated from the fire point one after another, and the order was quite unexpected, Mogan realized that the biggest target of the attack was actually in the deep forest, and the shelling was a deliberate counterattack by the residents.

The sturdy inhabitants of the town, armed with weapons, aimed at the plant monsters that had stalled in their place, taking turns cutting off their branches, digging one by one, removing their tools of evil, while withdrawing with the vulnerable young and old.

Fortunately, although it seems terrifying, mutated plants produced by mutations of ordinary plants are still a little less threatening.

Compared to the intelligent magical plants on cargo ships, they don't know how to attack humans intelligently, and only rely on instinct.

According to Mogan's short-term observations, the dynamics can be roughly divided into trying to wrap and whip with vines and branches, and the most basic defenses and dodges cannot be done.

But they are better than the numbers – the spores scatter and spread through the air after the plants are cut down.

The inhabitants are not aware of this yet, but Mogan is well aware of it, but he knows better that intervening now will only make things worse.

As soon as he arrived, Lucifer raised his hand to extinguish the raging fire on a bush around the town, and then brushed it off.

As expected, he raised his hand and pressed it inward, and the spore powder appeared in the palm of his hand.

His Majesty's face sank.

The worst of predictions had already happened so early.

"I need to study the anti-spell right now." Lucifer hastily concluded.

It's sane to do it.

Finding a quiet place for His Majesty, Mogan looked around, asked a few people who seemed to know the facts better, and came up with a rough outline of the beginning of the incident.

One of the children of a resident's family was scared by the moving branches while playing, and told his good friends about it, and the whole town knew about it.

Because of this situation, people were able to notice that there was more than one moving plant, and even a hangover that fell asleep and rested on the side of the road was almost slowly strangled.

Fortunately, so far, only people have tripped and been injured and beaten, but no one has been killed.

But for the sake of safety, the residents still made a temporary decision to burn the suspicious target first.

The first mutated plant was found in the corner of the small town of Apols, outside a warehouse where goods were stored, in a meadow dedicated to children.

"It does seem that there is a problem with the plants that are sold."

Mogan wasn't surprised.

There is even a considerable possibility that the spread began long before they were on the ship, and the source was in the family area where the residents gathered, and during the day most of the young and middle-aged people went to the town of Apols, where the market and the port were located.

Otherwise, the number of mutations would not be so large.

There are many orcs hiding in the town, but they are carrying camouflage, and the preliminary judgment is that it should be in line with their own habitual living environment, and most of the buildings are also surrounded by plants.

Taken together, it is an excellent communication environment.

As soon as a spore leaks and infects a natural plant as a puppet of magical power, it will attack others, be destroyed, and release the spores.

The cycle goes on until the riot is discovered by most of the inhabitants and the chaos is completely detonated.

Originally, the spores that were still active were collected only to test whether ordinary plants would be affected in the same way.

It stands to reason that as long as you don't attack a stable plant with magical power, the known crisis in the town won't erupt. But they didn't have time to test it before they could do it, which was unexpected and understandable.

- The cargo ship was disposed of smoothly, with almost no obstacles except for the plants that were crushed by their own combat power and a series of traps with bad intentions.

If you haven't met the mysterious mind magician himself, at least someone like Mogan wouldn't be blindly optimistic. From the perspective of the initiator, he can naturally conclude:

Perhaps the other party has accomplished its purpose and is therefore indifferent to the future whereabouts of the cargo ship. Such a powerful mage naturally would not leave half of his career to be destroyed by others.

However, the cargo ships that remain at sea are a spare operational equipment depot in any case.

It's good to blow up.

However, Mogan had already begun to think about the aftermath, he pondered for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and found Lucifer next to him, who was concentrating on studying the anti-spell.

"Is there a magic that can summon my magical 'carrier pigeon' from a distance?"

Now that you know you can take shortcuts, go to the end.

Before, his eagle owl flew away at the king's beckoning, and had been sticking to his majesty for a long time, and now Lucifer naturally knew what he was talking about.

Mainly, time was running out right now, and Mogan felt he needed to contact someone urgently.

"You mean to use animal taming on Hammer? Of course. Lucifer took the moment to recite the incantation, looked up at the sky, and paused, "Wait a minute, it will come when it gets the signal...... You shouldn't have locked it up? ”

Mogan smiled, "No, it's not necessary. ”

Hammer is more like a loyal helper hired by the Grande family than a captive family pet, and not only himself, but also generations of eagle owls have roamed around the farm that Lindello Grande ran before he became a knight.

Led by Hammer and his companion who didn't know where to turn, a large number of large and small eagle owls, all kinds of owls and exotic birds raised in the Grande Manor, they all grew up eating the food fed by the housekeeper of the Grande Manor.

As one of the gifted magical carnivorous birds, Hammer probably prefers a job with a steady income such as delivering letters to hunting that is very exciting and risky.

——The canteen opened by the boss is large and delicious, and it is full of food and accommodation for the family, and it also provides a playground.

Only then did Mogan have time to look at it, and His Majesty was now sitting under the tree, unconcerned about the dirt of the earth, with a broken vine attached to his wrist, and two branches between his fingers.

Beside him, a small mass of "ashes" of manifest spores had now been piled up, and the living mutant plants were Lucifer's research materials.

"How much longer?" Mogan couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe ...... soon"

Lucifer moved quickly, raised his hand and turned another branch to white ash, frowned, and put the spores back to the place where he had cleared them out and covered them with a protective cover.

It's not just about destroying spores. Of course, His Majesty the King is not completely destructive and destructive like Dragon Flame, but the nature may not be so suitable, and the mage required is also more qualified.

The reason why the original Loria flower had to be extinct was because in addition to the places where the intelligent races could touch, there were also large areas of primeval forests that no one cared about.

As long as there are flowers and spores there, and the source of seeds and mutations drifts to the place where the tribe lives, the original disaster may return.

The human race is a race that has struggled for thousands of years under the enemy of the whole world before it has grown up with great effort.

It is precisely for this reason that people will learn the lessons of history and nip the danger in the bud, even at a terrible price.

What Lucifer needs to do now is to create a way for this catastrophe to stop in the beginning, and to use the power of multiple mages to stop its spread.

After a while, Hammer arrived.

Its wings flew fast, it landed to learn a lesson, it was steady, and it still held its own backpack in its mouth, like a mature 'carrier pigeon' with extremely professional qualities.

This time, even the effort of finding the letter paper was saved.

Mogan pulled the spare property from the crack and raised his hand to melt the ink stain on the paper, examined it, and immediately tucked the note back into Hamer's pouch.

The content is very simple, just a few words.

"Go find Cecilia."

Mogan also didn't want to call his mother by her first name often, because it didn't fit the etiquette he was used to sticking to.

However, Hammer is a stubborn bird who only recognizes the name of his employer, and even if he understands people's words, he is quite inflexible.