The earth shook violently, as if it were about to lift up the city's leylines, and the pillars that supported the buildings creaked. Before the guards could recover from their nervousness, they almost fell to the ground because of the violent shaking and unsteady footing.

Once again, the cavity in the collapsed ground was revealed, and the bloated pieces of flesh fell into the warehouse on the basement level, making a sound that seemed to be crushed to the bone. A palm-wide crack opened in the road leading to the doorway, and it looked like it couldn't withstand any further damage.

A sound came from the middle of the city in the distance, as if dozens of cannons were firing at once, followed by a loud explosion. Although some people wanted to rush to the gate immediately to see what was happening, the shaking ground made them half-crouch on the ground to protect themselves.

After a while, the almost unsteady tremors slowly subsided, and the hall, which had been in disarray after several devastations, became even more dilapidated. If it weren't for the tattered pillars around them, they would probably have been buried under the rubble.

"What's going on, could it be an earthquake, but I remember that according to the Academy's investigation, there shouldn't have been such a tremor around Catrice. ”

A sorcerer stood up with bared teeth, tripped over a cement slab during the shock, and scraped off a piece of skin on his left forehead. However, he didn't care about the bloody head, but used spells to repair the pillar around him so that it wouldn't actually fall off.

"It wasn't an earthquake, something exploded, and it was probably near the central plaza. Liqi, who was protected by Curt, showed a visibly unhappy expression. However, she couldn't say exactly what was going on, "It could be that the contents of the 'cocoon' finally came out." Or maybe Sain Democlave has come up with something else, and you can look at it. ”

Muttering quietly, she relayed into Curt's mind several strangely colored images—large expanses of colored light and shadow covering what should have been air. A little farther away, a distorted circle of light echoed everywhere, and the sight that was completely out of touch with "normal" stung Curt's nerves.

This is something that the lower elves "see", and Lizzie threw it out without a little processing. They certainly can't perfectly express what they see, which is different from the way humans perceive. Despite this, in that colorful vision, you can still barely see a change in the space separated by the wall of light.

A large crater appeared on the ground of what was once the central square, surrounded by the remnants of destruction left by the tremors. As if in a storm, the magic in the space danced like crazy, and the strange lights and shadows that Curt saw were the embodiment of magic in the eyes of the lower elves.

Several towering buildings had been dug up in large chunks, but this was not the damage caused by the earthquake. Because there is no scattered wreckage to be seen anywhere. As time passed, the number of places that were dug up gradually increased, as if there was an invisible monster gnawing at them.

Figures could be seen running back and forth under the wall of light, but the humans in the eyes of the lower elves were just like them in the eyes of humans, and there was hardly any individual difference. Curt couldn't tell the identities of these figures, and could only hope that they were the magicians who kept the light wall steady.

"Curt, is Lizzie okay, if you're okay, take her to safety, and we'll settle the account for your disappearance for so long!"

The eldest sister shouted at Curt with her head, her arm bleeding from what appeared to be hit by a metal plate: "Everyone. Leave the situation on the upper floors alone, and now retreat to the open space outside the building - I know you want to rescue your companions, but it would be foolish to put yourself in for this!"

The disgraced crowd did not get back on their feet until this time, but the previous "earthquake" had added some new injuries to their bodies that had been hastily evaded. Although it is not known if there are any survivors in the building. But it's obviously not safe to stay here now.

Fortunately, most of the people present were not affected in their mobility, except for a few civil servants who were attacked by the monster in the first place. So under the command of the eldest sister. They picked up their wounded companions and cautiously exited the Comb Town Hall building, which was almost in ruins.

Grostide wanted to stay at the end to investigate. Especially the monster made of flesh and blood made him care a lot. However, after looking at the piece of flesh that had ceased to twitch for a moment on the edge of the hole on the ground, he shook his head slightly. Instead, he helped the people around him to carry the last valuables that remained.

Hum -

Suddenly, Curt heard a tooth-aching metallic sound, and following the sound as thin as a mosquito, he saw a sphere the size of a pumpkin. The orb that had flown into the hall earlier rolled in the direction of Curt, the metal plate wrapped around the outside covered in scars from spell bombardment.

It is the only one in the whole space that does not have the slightest trace of red, although it exists in front of everyone's eyes, but it seems to be independent of a qiē. The dust and flames had left a trail on it, but it was clear that it didn't cover the heaviness of the metal.

In the blink of an eye, several irregular cracks opened in the airtight metal sphere, from which a circle of hot vapor erupted. There seemed to be a large number of mechanical structures hidden in the pumpkin-sized sphere, and the friction sound of the machinery suddenly resounded through the already quiet space.

"In fact, I have always thought that people in this world are more polite gentlemen, so that they will not even let go of a passing 'construct'. A slightly mechanical voice came from the metal block, "You know, if it weren't for the protection of this armor plate, I might have to be removed." ”

The scarred armor plates on the outside were lifted layer by layer and then stored on the sides of the torso, revealing the intact metal structure on the inside. The slender skeleton was made of an unknown metal, and the hooks that wrapped around the core stretched out like arms.

It is the librarian of the Tower of Silver, Orodin, and it is also a construct that is made by technology that is different from this world. It is said to be a "stranger" from an unknown world, who at this time worked under Abbot François, sometimes acting as his messenger.

The cold metal structure was transformed from an airtight sphere into a complex mechanical structure spliced together after a few simple deformations. A strange sigil flashed from the spherical mechanical core, and a flaming eye was embedded in the abstract pentagram.

"Long time no see, Mr. Leonst. ”

The metal skeleton politely gestured to Curt, and then said in a flat voice: "It's been a while since we last met, and I've accumulated a lot of information and a lot of things I want to talk to you about, but there are more important things that must be done now." ”

Although he had been exposed to it many times before, Curt was never able to understand its idea - probably because the mood of the constructs was too obvious. There was not the slightest emotion in the "eyes" that burned with a wonderful luster, only a blue shimmer floating up and down.

After greeting Curt in his own style, the strange construct flew into the air unconcernedly, metal blades supporting its body with a strange energy source. Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Orodin's hook claws cast a pale blue light.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Dean François has asked me to convey an important message. The light drew a map of the city of Catrice, and the air was shaken by Ojodine's inorganic voice, "Now is not the time to suppress intelligence, everyone must understand how dangerous they are." ”

The first half of the sentence is still an emotionless metallic tone, and the second part becomes the usual tone of Cruise François's speech. It seems that Ojordin recorded his speech before he left, and is now communicating it directly to everyone present through a part of his body.

There were more than one place where the sound was heard, and all parts of the city seemed to be connected by Orrodin with some kind of device, which served as a node for transmitting the sound. At the same time, as if to accompany Dean François's speech, it simply depicts a map of the city in the air with light.

"Citizens, you may have noticed a change in the city, but you have been asked by the guards to hide in a 'safe' place. But I must tell you - neither this abnormal sky, nor the earthquake just now, was the attack of a group of magicians. ”

Dean François's voice came through the metal structure of Aurodin, becoming strangely distorted, but he could still be heard in a tone of urgency. Strangely, although he said this, the beam of light projected by Orodin painted different words.

The light wall around the central square is deliberately circled by white text, and several key points with weak defenses are also noted in small print. Not only the central square, but also some key locations such as the town hall and the garrison building have also been marked.

According to Guò Aurodin's relay, Abbot François asked the citizens to take refuge in the designated places while arranging the defense. The guards and the Wise Men were all taken into account, and he, in his capacity as a senior councillor of the City Hall, demanded that they rush to their assigned posts immediately.

The constantly refreshing text has clearly indicated the opinion of this high-level mage with the name of "Wind of the Twelve Directions", and all those who are capable cannot be idle. The city has become unsafe, and the impending catastrophe may be far more dangerous than a natural disaster.

On the map that Aurodin had sketched, Curt saw his and Lizzie's names circled, with a sentence written next to them in emphasis.

-- Rush to the designated place as quickly as possible. (To be continued......)