As the air cavalry made their way through the field and finally landed at the Catrice Academy, Curt visibly felt the atmosphere in the air become tense.

Large crowds gathered in the surrounding area that was once a vacant lot, and many makeshift tents appeared on the vast land owned by Catrice College. The academy staff walked around the tents, struggling to maintain order that threatened to collapse at the slightest pressure.

They had seen it when they were in the air before, but they couldn't feel the indescribable tension until they were in it. More than half of the evacuated people in the city rushed to nearby villages and towns under the guidance of the garrison, and the college was naturally one of the areas where the residents were resettled.

It was as if he was avoiding a disaster, and looking at the slightly chaotic scene at the scene, Grostide couldn't help but grit his teeth lightly and resentfully. He knew very well that although it was not a natural disaster that Catrice was facing now, if it was allowed to spread, at least the city would be difficult to maintain its original state.

All they could do now might be to move the citizens to as safe places as possible, and to have the military and wizards isolate the city. They are vulnerable, and in the face of supernatural forces controlled by mages, the populace has no power to resist.

However, until now, they did not know the truth of the incident, and the information spread by President François through guò was only a processed piece of information to them. Perhaps the magicians may not believe in myths, but the "myths" that come from their mouths are extraordinarily persuasive in dreams—perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, magicians are more trustworthy than religious ones.

That's right - François fabricated a "myth" that circulated in Catrice. There are myths that have been passed down throughout the Dominion of Osattaria.

Before the Empire's pioneers landed on the "distant land" of Osattaria, dozens of indigenous tribes, large and small, lived here. Although the aborigines are still in the primitive tribal stage. But these human beings have formed their own cultural forms.

However, when the pioneers came into contact with the indigenous people, they were not able to communicate as they had originally hoped. Instead, they waged war with those primitive tribes. Of course, it may not be appropriate to say that it is "war", because the pioneers slaughtered the indigenous people almost one-sidedly.

This is also conceivable, after all, the level of technology is so far behind - not only the new weapons possessed by the colonists, but also the sorcery is far superior to the natives who were still in the dark ages. But even though they knew they couldn't do it, the inhabitants of what they could almost call primitive people fought to drive out the invaders.

And so the "myth" was born, and the warriors of the aborigines used some kind of wonderful power to make themselves some kind of existence between humans and monsters. Apparently they can no longer be called "human", these fearless creatures are storming the enemy's line. On more than one occasion, they have routed pioneers from overseas, and have greedily sipped the fresh blood of their enemies and gnawed on their entrails.

However, such struggles are meaningless in the face of overwhelming differences in technology, and the fighters who have lost their minds will attack even those closest to them. Under the siege of the two sides, these monsters were finally exterminated, and the natives of Osattaria became part of the empire.

To this day, this history is only recorded in museums and specialist books, and most of the indigenous people have been involved in the rapid social change. But for some reason, the legends of these warriors who became monsters have been passed down in various ways.

In a sense. These legendary monsters bear a resemblance to what Sain Democlavus created with the "Bloodline of Chaos". Perhaps it is precisely because of this that François chose to use it as a cover to cover up the actions of the other side, and at the same time to make the residents consciously leave the danger zone,

But. The soldiers who fought on the front lines already knew that the enemy was the mages and the monsters they had created with their magic. Among their comrades, it was not just one or two who had lost their bones because of the bombardment of spells. There was only one charred corpse left, and there were even more of them.

After flashes of lightning and flames, the bodies that had once been human fell apart before their eyes—most of them leaving no fragments of corpses. Even with modern weapons to provide support. But in the face of powerful magical artillery bombardment, even the military is in a bitter battle.

However. These soldiers also saw the activity of their own magicians, who fought the enemy desperately. These scrappy warriors stand on the front lines against the enemy and use their spells to protect every comrade on the same front as much as possible.

However, the status quo is still not optimistic, because the terrain of the city is too complex, and the forces of the various parties are divided into several different areas. With the wall of light in the central plaza as the core area, the sorcerers set up temporary fortresses to keep things from pouring out from the depths of the darkness.

In various areas of the city, the forces on the side of the government are still fighting hard, and a steady stream of monsters have even occupied some of the city. Even with the support of modern weapons and mages, they would not be able to raze the city to the ground - it was the city they needed to protect, after all.

The roar of battle can be heard in the academy far away from the city, and you can imagine how fierce the battle is. At the behest of Abbot François, the long-awaited military finally launched an attack on the monsters entrenched in the city, and the mages under the academy were also doing their best to help the soldiers, and it was said that the governor's palace had mobilized the garrison of the capital, and when they heard the news, the morale of the soldiers gradually stabilized.

"But it's surprising that Dean François would play this trick. As if it was none of his business, Curt said lazily, "If you use yourself as a model to stir up unrest, then the Governor's Mansion should also have something to show it...... If only the empire itself could do some action. ”

The enemy has thrown Catrice into chaos with the power of a clique of wizards, which is sure to disgrace the town hall across the Dominion. In particular, the fact that François, the "wind of twelve directions", could not stabilize the situation, will definitely make them pay more attention to this matter.

In fact, it was indeed a serious incident for Sain Democla, who led a group of people he accused of carrying out a terrorist attack on the Catrice, but the problem that President François is now facing is perhaps more troublesome - and extremely dangerous than this "unrest".

It was precisely for this reason that he did not rush to the front line of the turmoil, but dragged his tired body to maintain the operation of the Rubik's Cube on the Silver Tower. He was well aware that the current front line lacked decisive combat power, but he still had to turn his attention to the magical structure at the top of the tower.

"Curt, do you think that 'legend' that François spoke of was really his casual nonsense? It may sound absurd, but I can't ignore it entirely. ”

Glancing mockingly at the arguing citizens, Lizzie suddenly said, "Indeed, the 'legend' he promoted on the radio before I have also seen in the terroir around Katris, and it has a long history. Even back to the time before the first settlers arrived, this 'legend' permeated every corner of the land as if it were in the blood of the aborigines. ”

Curt noticed that Lizzie deliberately accentuated the word "bloodline" when she said it, but it was clearly different from the "chaos" that Sain Democra had squeezed out of Slote's lives. But for some reason, he felt that François would raise this legend through guò to stir up the unrest of the inhabitants and make them willing to voluntarily evacuate from the city, and this "legend" must be inseparable from this incident.

Had it not been for the declaration by Dean Cruise François, Lizzie might not have connected these two seemingly unrelated events. However, she finally remembered that the darkness of the past of the legendary Osataria Dominion had too many similarities with the black mud.

Legend has it that a part of the indigenous tribe was tempted by some dark being who could not be named, and gave up their hearts as human beings for power. As a result, their bodies have undergone a mutation, and they have lost their basic minds, and these depictions look like those who have been controlled by the magician.

And the incitement was so successful that less than half a year after President François's speech, not only the residents around the central square, who had been evacuated yesterday, but also the citizens of the so-called "safe zone" chose to leave the city. Perhaps it was the fact that the town hall had been attacked that shook them completely, and no matter what Cruise François explained, they would not hesitate to leave.

If the so-called "blood of chaos" by Sain Demokra really exists, then the natives of Osattaria should also be affected by it. If this is the case, it is by no means impossible for their bodies to change because the concentration of "chaos" in the bloodline is too large.

Curt's mind kept flashing back to the details he had noticed during the battle with those alienated humans, and he didn't think it at the time, but now he felt that there were many that could correspond to the legends. But can these things alone tie them together? Curt can't say for sure.

He thought silently for a while, and then said, "Although I have some clues, I can't effectively integrate them all yet. Although a large part of what President François said was made up, I think that many of them were also based on facts. ”

With the Silver Tower close at hand, Curt decided to keep these doubts to his heart for the time being, and wait until he met with Dean François to question him carefully. (To be continued......)