Son of the Olden Days

Outside the north gate of Greyscreen Town, the invading robbers and the town’s defenders fought fiercely together. The noisy shouting and killing sounded through the entire battlefield, and the scattered torches illuminated the entire battlefield transparently.

Mayor Elton was holding his sword, standing on the newly built tower in Gray Screen, watching, and his trusted old butler was by his side.

Obviously, this kind of tower was built after the defensive measures in the new town, but if you don’t set up archers on the tower and set up an inextinguishable bonfire outside the town to ensure the sight of the archers, this kind of tower will lose its original shape. significance.

But in the final analysis, it's just some stones and wood. Mayor Elton doesn't care. Even if the tower can't play a role in the defense, it is at least a good place to watch.

Even if you can't see the wilderness, it's good to stand on the tower and look around at the night view of Gray Screen Town.

This night, the tower has played some value in time, allowing the people on the tower to see the entire battlefield outside the town.

A group of robbers who came to Gray Screen to looting supplies for the winter. Obviously, this kind of small scene does not require the third-order old mayor to end in person, so Elton was only watching with interest in the company of the housekeeper.

Usually only two to four archers are placed on the tower, but in terms of actual space, there is actually no problem with standing ten people on it.

At this moment, besides Elton and the butler, there was an elderly man standing on the side of the tower.

The old man's face was full of deep wrinkles, his hair and beards were withered and gray, and he was wearing a moon-white robe. I dare not say that it was gorgeous, but the embroidery and stitches on the surface obviously couldn't come from the hands of women and children in the gray screen town.

People in the town who know a little about the old people will call it the Master Avano, or the Great Wizard of Avano, Mister, Mentor, Master Mage, when they meet in the street. In short, all kinds of funny titles can often be heard. To.

For the villagers who have little knowledge in the countryside, they don't know how old a great magician is, and it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if the various suffixes are called wrong, as long as you are polite and don't offend people unintentionally.

The elderly Avano himself also knew his physical condition very well, and his dizzy consciousness all day long couldn't give him extra energy to entangle these trivial matters.

The reason why Ivano will appear on the tower tonight is obviously at the invitation of the mayor Elton.

It stands to reason that it is just a group of robbers, and even Tier 3 Elton doesn't need to end up personally, and it seems even less necessary to use magical power.

However, before seeing the full picture of the enemy, no one can guarantee that there will be any variables hidden in the matter, so Mayor Elton, as the guardian of the pastoral side, sent an invitation to Mage Avano.

Avano came with a little effort, and when he blessed himself with an eagle eye technique, and tremblingly climbed up the tower with the help of the Elton Butler, the town's guard war had already begun.

Elton's fundamental purpose is naturally not to pay homage to Avano's magical power, but to draw closer relations with each other.

After all, with Elton's own Tier 3 strength, he can clearly feel the opponent's strength level regardless of whether he is facing a person who is one level higher than himself, or who is at the same level or lower than himself.

And Avano is not within Elton's range of perception, which shows that the opponent is at least two to three tiers higher than himself.

It stands to reason that such a strong man has entered his own territory. Elton will either draw close or be deeply on guard. However, Elton's attitude is only to maintain his due politeness. After a few simple exchanges with Evano, he lost it. interest.

Mage Avano definitely has the strength, but unfortunately he is too old, so old that he often forgets things, and he is also a little dull, so he will come to this border land to enjoy his old age in the name of ‘elderly care’.

After a few conversations, the mayor Elton found that apart from retrieving some youthful feeling from the old guy, he really couldn’t get any more, and naturally he lost interest in the other party’s dry bark face. .

Avano knows his own situation very well. In fact, he doesn't want to have too much intersection with the local power holders wherever he goes. Because even if he wants to establish friendship with the other party, the last moment he talks very enthusiastically, the next moment he turns around and forgets who the other party is, it is very embarrassing.

So the two sides on the tower were silent, and just fell into their own wait and see.

The fighting on the battlefield continues, gradually entering a white-hot stage.

Evano didn't have much interest in such a scene. Although he had shown bravery when he was young, his passion and so on are already gone at this age.

However, at a certain moment, a violent magic wave suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

Ordinary people didn't feel much, but the Mage Avano standing on the tower suddenly turned his head at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his age, his turbid old eyes shot out, and he looked at some place on the battlefield with horror.

It's a pity that the crowd of people on the battlefield shook, and even with the Eagle Eye technique, Avanno could not lock the target that he cared about at a glance. After a while, the vast wave of magic had passed away, as if it had never appeared before.

Even though he often feels dizzy because of his old age, Avanno still insists that the moment just now is not an illusion, because the moment the magic wave appeared, his whole body was a little shaken as far as the tower.

The real scary thing is that the vast abyss-like magic wave is not any element that Avanno is familiar with, but a thick and deep breath of the undead, carrying an overwhelming desolation and desolation.

What is that?

At that moment, the old mage had only this single voice in his heart.

The sixth-order self dare not say that he is called ‘sage’ in the mage system, but his own experience and knowledge on the whole continent is enough to be worthy of the word ‘Guangbo’.

But facing the breath captured in that short moment, Avano had a dazed sense of unknownness, unable to even find an appropriate answer. And more than that, he even gave birth to a sense of looking up.

I'm afraid there is an eighth rank... No, maybe it is already a ninth rank.

Damn it, it's been a long time since this vast and tyrannical aura has appeared on this continent, and now the chief elder of the Dark Council is only the eighth rank. What exactly is that?

Ivano shuddered faintly, this feeling was like suddenly a small rock rolled in front of you, and when you raised your head, you saw a huge mountain stretching into the clouds.

Fortunately, he didn't wait too long. On the old mage's shocked face, in the sight of him that hadn't taken back, he suddenly saw another weird scene.

That was a young man kneeling on the battlefield holding a sword, standing up his sword and preparing to stab the enemy on the ground... Wait! What is he holding with his left hand?

At the moment when the old mage's thoughts turned sharply, the half-kneeling boy pressed a suspicious human-shaped object on the ground, suddenly it was so weathered into sand, and scattered in the wind.

Avano's eyes suddenly condensed, right there, the power of decay! Although he didn't see the beginning, he caught the end. It is likely that the strange aura on the battlefield before came from the half-kneeling boy.

It is not appropriate to say that it is the power of decay, because there is no such thing as decay magic in the magic classification, but at this moment, the old mage believes that only the word decay fits the scene in front of him.

All that is related to decay, no, it should be said that all that is related to death, whether it is decay or withering, or the breath of the dead, are all included in the undead magic.

And undead magic, anywhere in any era, as long as it is a stage where humans still have the right to speak, it is a taboo.

Avano suddenly tilted his head and looked at the mayor Elton, who was bowing his head and whispering to the housekeeper.

"Master Avano, you..."

Elton and Evano looked at each other, and they seemed to have something to say from the corners of each other’s trembling mouths. However, before Elton could finish asking, Elton had already turned around decisively and used a faster speed than before. Go downstairs.

"Old impolite thing, I hope you don't roll down." Elton rolled his eyes and muttered as he watched the trembling old figure disappearing on the circular staircase outside the tower.

Avano originally wanted to remind Elton of his own discovery, but he suddenly remembered the uselessness, that kind of vast aura, the third-order Elton was not even an ant in front of the opponent.

Walking out of the north gate of the town, Avano grabbed a mercenary who was leaning against the retaining wall and was pouring ale into his mouth.

"Who is the young man who left?"

The mercenary turned his head in some doubts, just to see the back of the bleak who left the battlefield wearing a black coat and carrying a long sword, which seemed so incompatible with the fiery battlefield in front of him.

"Oh, respectable Master Avano, that is Saul Drake, the tombkeeper of the town. It is said not long ago that he was frightened. The town said that the man was a little abnormal." The mercenary laughed haha. .

Tomb Keeper? Scared? unusual? Evano frowned and quickly staggered back to his mansion.

Raising his hand, the oil lamp suddenly lit up.

Turning out the pen and paper in a panic, Ivano used a quill pen to appeal to the paper one by one his own knowledge and judgment today, in detail and meticulous. However, he only put forward his own views around the undead magic, but did not mention a word about the guess of the opponent's rank.

After all, people are getting old, some judgments will inevitably become cringe, and Tier Nine is really too sensational.

It doesn't matter, if some people die, the degree of attention will naturally be raised, and there will always be someone who should reveal what should be exposed, no matter how terrifying and turbulent the truth is.

After three full pages of letter paper fell, Ivano solemnly dried the letter paper, folded it, stuffed it into the envelope, and then wrote it on the cover of the envelope.

"The dark council elder's seat, the head of the Gerald family, Setin personally enlightened."

After stopping the pen, Ivano sealed the envelope with special oil wax, and then engraved his own magic inscription. If anyone wants to open the envelope forcibly and read the contents of the letter paper, the entire letter will burn and destroy itself.

However, based on the two identities of the pro-openers on the cover, this letter is destined to be unimpeded all the way.

But the journey was too far away, and it was impossible to reach the main city of Odrensa directly. It had to pass through the magic guild branches in several territories to change hands.

"The letter crow... the letter crow."

Ivano whispered and stood up, the sleeves of the wide robe accidentally swept over the ink bottle on the desktop. Fortunately, the amount of ink left in the bottle was low, and only a small part of the desktop was soaked.

Looking at the ink drops splashing on the tabletop and on his robe, Ivano squirmed at the corner of his old mouth, then found a rag and wiped it off.

"It's time to find two magic apprentices. I hope I won't be like the two clumsy idiots. This time I will find two clever and diligent ones in Gray Screen." Evano muttered to himself.

When the wiping was completed, he stood in the room stroking his beard and fell into thinking.

I seem to... What important thing is forgotten?

What's the matter? As Ivano tried to recall, he neatly gathered the books and letters on the desktop into a pile, trying to evoke more memories through rational behavior.

Yes, it's time to enter the reading.

After a while, the old mage Evano made a cup of hot tea, held the book and sank in the rocking chair, and began to enjoy his leisure time.

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