The mage arrives

"There are always casualties in wars. We are sorry, but there is nothing we can do. Sorry, old man..." The man in a black suit with the "Federal War Special Pension Group" badge on his chest was talking to his grandfather with a sad face.Gordon, who was only eight years old, hid behind the door and witnessed all this.

Regarding the war, Gordon's deepest impression is the Orbital Synchro Airborne Force, Aerospace Bomber, Powered Armored Infantry, Unmanned Tank...and, his parents who died in the missile attack.

Gordon was no stranger to war.He personally experienced the Earth Unification War as a child.There is no sword, no magic, it is a contest between technology and steel.

Just wondering why he saw the most memorable scene in his childhood, Gordon's eyes blurred and he came to nothingness.A crack in the abyss suddenly opened under the feet, and two familiar faces were crying and struggling beside the crack.

Trish, Polly...

Gordon tried to speak, but no sound came out.

Gordon wanted to run over, but found that his body could not move.

He could only watch helplessly as they were swallowed by the cracks...

He opened his eyes abruptly, and what caught his eyes was the intricate patterns drawn with three-color silk threads on the top of the tent.

It turned out to be a dream...

Gordon sat up and shook his head to clear his head.The hands of the clock showed that it was ten o'clock in the morning, and he had slept for five hours since morning.

Although he was dreaming all the time and didn't sleep very well, his mana was still supplemented by this long rest.that's enough.Suppressing the negative emotions in his heart, Gordon decided to focus all his energy on one thing - how to leave the Cold Mist Mountains alive.

Gordon hurriedly put on the mage's robe and the salamander cloak, and suddenly felt that there was some kind of substantive gaze staring at him from behind.He turned his head and saw Gaga standing on the hanger.It was staring at itself with its emerald eyes.Its eyes are as deep as the sea, as far away as the sky, completely unlike the eyes that a gemstone crow should have.

"Go to the ancient road, and the descendants of the Siding Kingdom will be blessed; go to the ancient road, and the infinite evil will be blocked. Follow the path opened by your ancestors, and you will gain glory—"

The old voice suddenly echoed in his mind.This voice was no stranger to Gordon.He had heard this voice before when he entered the ancient road.

"The ancient road... This is a good choice. In other words, it is the only choice." Gordon stared at the magic pet Gaga.Jewel Raven's eyes are back to normal.

"Brother, you're awake." Xiona walked into the tent with a basin of hot water.As usual, she handed Gordon the hot towel, and smiled as she watched her brother wash his face.

"All the mages have rested. The priests also prayed in the morning and re-prepared the magic. Now everything is ready. Ms. Bishop asked me to inform my brother that we need to decide what to do next. "

Gordon nodded.reach out.Caressing the hair on the side of Xiona's face: "Short?"

Xiona nodded: "The hair was burned a lot by the flames of the Balrog, so I had to cut it short."

"I still prefer a long ponytail. After returning to Clear Water City, I will keep it longer." Gordon said, his eyes showed a determination like steel casting.

Return to Clear Water City.

Take my younger sister and return to Clear Water City safely.

He might be able to bear the deaths of Trish and Polly, but if something happened to his sister.Gordon could not imagine the possibility.

The siblings left the tent and walked through the messy hunting camp.Almost everyone, nobles, soldiers, and servants, showed expressions of distress and bewilderment.They don't know what to do.They don't know what to do, they don't know what terrible things will happen in the next moment, and they don't know if they can see the sun again tomorrow.

The camp was filled with an atmosphere of uneasiness and depression, which made it difficult for Gordon to breathe.

Many soldiers who had experienced the battle last night all stood up when they saw Gordon passing by, and looked expectantly at the young mage with black hair and black eyes.Gordon's performance last night was really impressive. Many people pinned their hope of survival on him.

But Gordon couldn't even give them an affirmative nod in return.

"See those black dots in the sky? That's the damned vlo! They're watching us from the sky."

"Bahamut! If we can't get rid of these flying bastards, we have no chance of winning!"

When they walked to the door of the tent where the meeting was held, the two guards were discussing in a low voice.The words of the two reached Gordon's ears, making him frown a little more.

Immediately after entering the tent, the noise of thousands of flies buzzing together began to torment Gordon's eardrums.

A tall and thin noble man, about 60 years old, was arguing loudly with a strong man whose hair and beard were tied up like needles and whose stature was not inferior to a barbarian.

The other nobles were divided into two factions, standing behind the two, blaming each other.Ms. Bishop folded her arms and watched calmly as the two parties greeted each other's sensitive parts of the women in the family.Beside her stood nobles with a neutral attitude, including Don and Faliya.

Gordon recognized that the tall and thin nobleman was Earl Thompson, and he was the highest-ranked noble among the nobles who participated in the autumn hunt.The old earl's family also has a certain influence in the north, and they are conservative and stubborn guys.

And that man in his prime was Viscount Grant Lambattoni, the eldest of the three Lambattoni brothers, who made great contributions in defending the eastern wooden wall last night.He is a ninth-level barbarian warrior with good strength and straightforward personality, and he is quite prestigious among the young nobles.More importantly, the thirty barbarian ax fighters under him are an indispensable and important force in the hunting camp.

The Freeman brothers and sisters also came behind Ms. Bishop.Perhaps because the quarrel was too intense, no one noticed Gordon's arrival.

"Friend, how are you sleeping?" Don waved to Gordon.

"good."

"I'm miserable. I didn't sleep well. When I closed my eyes, I saw the ugly faces of those demons and bloody corpses... You know, because of lack of energy, when I woke up, I made three mistakes when preparing spells. It's okay. It was corrected in time and there was no major problem."

Gordon couldn't understand the inconvenience of ordinary mages who relied on spell slots to cast spells.He nodded, comforted Don casually, and then asked, "What's going on?"

"Everyone is discussing cordially and friendlyly whether to break out of the encirclement or stick to the camp." Don shrugged and said.

"We should stick to the camp and wait for reinforcements. This is the safest and safest option," Earl Thompson said.His voice was a bit dry, and his spirit was not very good. It was obvious that he was scared enough by the demons last night.However, when arguing with Grant, he did not lose the wind.

"Reinforcement?" Grant sneered, "Viscount Curtis has already said that it will take at least seven days for Clear Water City to gather an army strong enough to defeat those demons and rush here! After seven days, we may have been driven from the demons by the demons." It was pulled out of the stomach and turned into a pile of foul-smelling feces!"

Grant's language style is as vulgar as the savage blood in him.This disgusting metaphor made Earl Thompson show a disgusted expression, but the old nobleman still reserved his posture and did not put down his posture to yell at the other party. He said, "It's only seven days. Since we can hold it for one night, why can't we hold it for another seven nights?"

"What are you holding? Your old bastard's ass?" Grant dismissed Earl Thompson's proposal, "When you were shivering under the blanket last night, it was me and my brothers who were in the wood Fighting the devil on the wall! I know how terrifying the devil is, and I also know how weak our defense is! It’s luck to be able to last the next night.”

Grant was right.Last night, if it wasn't for the arrogant Balrog who wanted to show his strength and authority in front of many of his kind, and then made mistakes, the hunting camp might not be able to survive even one night.

"You vulgar savage, when I return to Clearwater City, I will definitely report to the council your insult and contempt for an old nobleman!" Earl Thompson was so angry that his beard was shaking.

"We'll talk about it when you get back to Clear Water City." Grant chuckled, not taking it seriously.

Only then did Earl Thompson remember that now he had to rely on the opponent's muscles and an ax to fight the devil—even though he always looked down on these two things.

After thinking about it, Earl Thompson decided not to be as knowledgeable as a vulgar barbarian. He turned his head and asked, "Ms. Bishop, besides the army, can Clear Water City send a small team of elites to support us with teleportation spells. Doing so can stabilize people's hearts and strengthen the camp's defenses."

"Impossible." Ms. Bishop neatly rejected Earl Thompson's proposal.

Teleportation requires great spellcasting skills and precise positioning of the destination.In Clearwater City, there are only a handful of mages who have mastered the five-ring teleportation technique and are well aware of the geographical conditions of the Lengwu Mountains, and who can teleport to the hunting camp within ten meters.And besides himself, a mage can only bring two more people through the portal through contact.

With such a small number of people, even if they came to the hunting camp, it would be useless.

And when she contacted Clear Water City yesterday, Ms. Bishop got two other pieces of news.First, the lord of the scepter traveled alone to do something.Lord Rob Antello is also very busy, it is impossible to stay in the mansion all day and be ready to be a firefighter at all times.

Second, most of the elite armed forces of the three temples of Bahamut, Meridia, and Erasis are not in Clear Water City at this time.They received the information, formed a joint combat force, and went to the Silver Hills to attack a secret stronghold of the Three Holy Baptist Church.

Regardless of whether this was a coincidence or the enemy's plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain, in short, the hundreds of people in the hunting camp were still at least seven days away from the nearest reinforcements. (To be continued..)

ps: The temperature dropped in Chongqing, but I caught a cold and had a bad headache all day.

Two chapters yesterday, one chapter today, a total of three chapters owed, I will make it up as soon as possible.