Path of Light.

Chapter 622: Byron Thor in Trouble
Inside the lounge on the second floor, a group of great magicians almost simultaneously set their sights on Great Magician Grahams.

A great magician came up to Great Magician Grams and asked excitedly:

"Have you really found the magic eye?"

Seeing the proud look on the face of the great magician Grahams, a group of great magicians suddenly became excited.

"Then don't we have entered the lich's territory?"

"Well, on the way back, we encountered three gargoyles killing the elf witcher." The great magician Grams said and glanced at Roy.

This battle was very thrilling for him and Roy.

If the two of them made the slightest mistake in their fight, or even if there was a lack of trust between them, the gargoyle could take advantage...

When the great magicians heard Grems talking about the gargoyle they met on the way, they all became excited. They gathered around the great magician Grems and asked him with concern:
"Gargoyles? Level 4 dark monsters? Did you kill them?"

The great magician Grams took off the silk scarf around his head, took off the magic cloak covering his body, took a cup of fruit tea handed over by his companion, took a piece of elf biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, and said slowly:

"Well, they were having a meal at the time and were probably not so alert to the dangers around them. I stole one of them, and then we killed the remaining two."

Although Grems spoke in a relaxed tone, these great magicians were well-informed and naturally knew the dangers involved...

A great magician who had a good relationship with Grahams put his arm around his shoulders and sighed:

"Gremus, you are really... amazing. When you encountered three level 4 dark beasts in the dark land, you didn't turn around and leave at the first moment. Instead, you chose to defeat them one by one. You are really confident."

Another great magician also chimed in:

"That's right, Grahams, you should tell us the whole battle process in detail so that we can learn more. To be honest, if I saw a lone gargoyle, I might not dare to take action."

Roy sat in the corner of the lounge area without saying a word, eating a plate of fruit silently.

At this time, Grems had to deal with a group of companions who gathered around him. He took a sip of fruit tea and continued:
"When Roy and I encountered these three gargoyles, we discovered that several elf demon hunters had been killed at the scene. They looked like they had just died, and the blood on their bodies hadn't dried yet. The three gargoyles surrounded the corpse and kept pulling out its intestines, liver, and other things..."

"Gremus, can you please skip over these cruel and bloody scenes and just tell me how you defeated them?"

Oppai, who was leaning against the pillar at the entrance of the rest area, interrupted Grems' bloody description...

Grems spread his hands in dissatisfaction and said in a rogue manner:
"How else can I defeat them? I'll kill one with my ice spear first, and then Roy and I will work together to kill the other two. I must admit that if Roy hadn't helped me, even if I could kill these three gargoyles, I would probably be seriously injured now."

He paused and continued, "Sometimes there is only a fine line between success and failure. This time we were lucky..."

A group of magicians looked at Grems with some envy.

"I'll give you a suggestion. If you have the opportunity, you can recruit a more reliable priest into your team. I think water magicians and priests are a perfect match!" Great Magician Grams said confidently.

A great magician sitting next to him said with some surprise:
"I've never seen you speak so highly of other professions."

"That can only mean that Roy is very strong. He actually got Grahams's recognition..."

The great magician who had to stay in the wooden house watchtower every day took the opportunity to say:
"Everyone, let's talk business. I found traces of the Demon Hunting Group's activities along the way. According to my judgment, they seem to be right in front of us."

Grand Wizard Grams pushed the empty cup aside and began to discuss with everyone the demon hunting group that dared to enter Haiti.

……

The magic wooden house was parked next to a huge rock, and it was pitch black outside.

There was not a single ray of light in the entire magic wooden house...

Outside Magister Cedric's room, six mages sat around a round table. On the table was a mostly blank map, with only the area where the magic cabin passed being outlined by countless lines.

Leia sat on a chair near the door. There was no need for her to say anything at this time, because the magic cabin had arrived in Haiti safely, and Grahams had detected the magic eye in front, which meant that there must be a Warcraft lord nearby.

This means they are not too far away from being liches.

Before encountering a lich, the six mages must get together to discuss the 'hunting plan'.

As the only observer at the meeting, Leah huddled in a chair at the door of the meeting room, trying to make herself look as inconspicuous as possible...

At this time, Leah heard an old voice saying:

"Let's get started now!"

The Grand Mage who spoke was Cedric.

His hair was completely white, even his beard was white, and the skin on his face and body was a little loose and full of wrinkles.

As he spoke, he felt the temperature around him drop...

Mage Elaud quickly took over the topic:

"We have now entered Haiti. This is a place where the Dark Land killers frequently appear. We even hit a black devil whale yesterday."

He turned his head and looked at the elf girl at the door:
"Leah, have you seen this lich?"

Leah, who was distracted, was startled by Mage Elaud. She quickly stood up and said:
"I only know that there is a lich here, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. I only remember that my mother died here, and there were many famous demon hunters in the Iris camp. At that time, everyone said that they were killed by a lich on the edge of Haiti."

Magister Elaud signaled Leah that she could sit down...

At this time, Magister Joyce, who had rarely spoken, suddenly said, "We can't let them go out to explore the way again. They can easily alert the enemy. This time I want to go ahead and explore."

The 'they' that Magician Joyce mentioned were several great magicians headed by Grand Magician Grames.

They are usually responsible for exploring the area around the magic cabin.

Magister Joyce was worried that they would make some mistakes during the investigation, so he decided to go and see the lich himself.

Joyce is a wind mage, and is considered the most proficient in combat among the six mages.

"Joyce, let me do it. After all, it's easier for me to come in and out."

Magister Jonas, who was sitting opposite Magister Joyce, spoke, her voice was exceptionally sweet.

With the help of the power of magic, Mage Jonas's appearance and voice were adjusted to the most perfect state. Although she was also a water mage, she was also proficient in teleportation magic. It was for this reason that Mage Jonas took the initiative to propose to go deep into the sea to investigate the lich.

"After investigating the true situation of the lich, we still have to choose a hunting ground." Grand Mage Cedric set his eyes on Mage Wesley, who had been silent beside him.

Mage Wesley was proficient in setting up various magic arrays. He quickly raised his hand and said, "Leave this to me!"

"I'm here to help."

Mage Dunlop next to him also took the initiative to speak.

The six magicians all responded very positively to the issue of maintaining the Dark Portal.

"Everyone, let's start now." Grand Mage Cedric said with finality.

……

The other great magicians have already dispersed, and only a few great magicians are left in the magic rest area on the second floor.

Roy wanted to take a shower in the bathroom before going to bed, but there were only two bathrooms on the second floor, and both were currently in use, so he could only sit in the corner and wait quietly.

There was an orange left on the plate, and Roy was peeling it slowly.

The rich juice in the orange peel splashed out, and immediately a fresh fragrance rushed into Roy's nostrils.

He doesn't like eating oranges very much, but he particularly likes the smell that comes out when peeling oranges.

The elves like to make wine with apples, but the wine made from apples is sour. They also like to make wine with oranges, and they will add a lot of honey, so the orange wine is very sweet.

Oppaia was lying on the sofa in the lounge area.

The slit of the skirt was very high, revealing her entire round long legs.

She lay lazily on the leather sofa, her narrowed golden eyes occasionally sweeping over Roy, looking quite like a predator.

There was a cup of tree-of-life sap on the coffee table, and she would take a sip every time in an elegant manner.

Perhaps they sensed that the atmosphere in the rest area was a bit strange, so the two great magicians, who had originally wanted to stay in the rest area for a while, found excuses to leave one after another...

Oppaia stretched her neck, glanced at Roy who was eating fruit, and said to him:

"Roy, I want to go out for a walk tomorrow, but I'm not familiar with the environment outside. Can you go out with me?"

"sure."

Roy agreed readily without even raising his head.

Oppaiia raised the corners of her mouth and glanced at Roy who was concentrating on eating the last few orange slices. Like a hunter watching his prey fall into the net, the secret joy in her heart was almost written on her face.

Roy wanted to say to Oppaia, "Can you please not look at others so nakedly and reveal all your thoughts..."

But considering that the other party is a great magician, if I make her angry, the rest of the journey might be difficult.

So after thinking about it, I finally swallowed my words.

As for entering the dark land together tomorrow, Roy actually knew that after the magic cabin entered Haiti, for everyone's safety, Mage Elaud began to increase the restrictions on these great magicians. At least Grahams had no plans to go out tomorrow.

Oppaija usually stayed with Magister Jonas and almost never went out on reconnaissance missions. Roy estimated that Oppaija would not have a chance to go out tomorrow.

"meet tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow morning..."

Oppaiia glanced at Roy complacently, her eyes teasing him like a hook, then turned and left the rest area.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief after watching Oppaia disappear at the stairs.

After Grems secretly told Roy Oppaia's real age, he no longer had any thoughts about this Silver Moon Elf grandmother who was over 400 years old.

That night, an injunction signed by Grand Magister Cedric himself was issued.

A piece of parchment was pasted on the wooden door of the magic cabin:

'The magic hut has entered the territory of the lich. All great magicians are not allowed to leave the magic hut.'

Oppaiya saw the ban posted on the door and stood at the door for a long time before returning to the room with a very bad look on her face.

Roy was lying in the utility room under the stairs, not knowing that Oppaia had already hated him...

……

On the black sand, a group of powerful second-level elves with dark energy on their bodies hid behind a raised earth slope in a panic.

The blood on the face of the great swordsman Alvin had dried up. He half-knelt on the ground with a torn parchment map in front of him. Several second-level warriors squatted around him, including Byron Thor.

There are also some elf warriors guarding around...

Great Swordsman Alvin wanted to return to the Isnes Camp along the same route, because almost all members of the adventure team were infected with the dark energy, and the accompanying priest died a few days ago.

Everyone is now infected with the dark energy. If the dark energy cannot be dispelled in time, it will soon corrode and burn the body...

"That lich has been following us, and we can't get rid of it. We have to decide whether to fight or flee. If we keep fighting and fleeing like this, more people will probably die..."

An Abyss Walker next to Byron Thor spoke.

There were some bandages wrapped around the left arm of the Great Swordsman Alvin. His arm was injured...

No one has had a good rest these days. We have been on the road and on the run almost every day.

There are always elven warriors who fall behind and die at the hands of the lich.

This made the Great Swordsman Alvin feel exhausted, and he even regretted coming to Golfito Canyon...

Inside the narrow tent, the air was filled with the smell of blood and sweat.

"I think if we just keep running away like this, we won't be able to solve the big trouble in front of us. Only if we try our best to repel it once, can we have a chance to escape danger." A second-level strong man next to Byron Tor said.

Great Swordsman Alvin hesitated for a moment, looked at the conditions of other warriors in the adventure group, and knew very well that it was not suitable for fighting now.

The priest in the team had died, and no one was able to dispel the dark aura on their bodies.

The condition of the adventure team members is getting worse day by day...

"As far as I know, we are currently at the edge of Haiti. As long as we work hard to get out, I guess the lich won't be able to escape from its territory easily..."

Byron Thor also chimed in.

He originally wanted to enter the expeditionary camp deep in the dark land and bring the remains of his dead companions back to the Elf Kingdom, but when he was at the Isnes expeditionary camp, he could not resist the invitation of the great swordsman Alvin, so he just went with the flow and ran here.

But now they have encountered the lich...

They were no match for the lich and were hiding behind the slope, caught in a complete dilemma.

As soon as it gets dark, no matter how far away we are, the lich will follow us by smelling the scent...

(End of this chapter)