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Noel was a little confused for a moment. He didn't want to explore too much, but just took the opportunity to get rid of his own suspicion:

You are right, Your Highness. Maybe you know what happened in this town. No one wants to suffer setbacks on the way home. I haven't returned to Lauren Loren Forest for some days.

Hypocrisy.. # * the dwarf muttered, but no one cared about his words at this time.

Are you Teclis? The first president of the Imperial Academy of Magic?

Thanks Sigma! We may still be saved.

An Elf Mage. There are still people who are prejudiced against other races.

The imperial people's long-term short-sightedness has protected them. Their limited vision, which cannot see further ahead, will prevent them from seeing many irresistible disasters, but this will actually become a hindrance in some cases.

Even the great mage who once aided the empire and helped mankind establish a standardized magic academy was inevitably scrutinized by a small number of people with unnecessary thoughts.

The Archmage didn't care about a little malice. He had long been used to it. He couldn't be too paranoid about perfection like other elves. His long experience taught him that this was impossible and the world was not perfect.

Tigris endured the burning sensation of the flames and opened his eyes for a second time. There was no doubt that there was just a ghost in the town that didn't want to leave.

He carefully restrained his second glance and moved his gaze towards Lin Qi. The light and heat that filled his eyes instantly made him unable to hold back tears.

This is really too dazzling, no wonder Eugen doesn't want to keep opening the vision of the ancient saint.

Noel observed the mage carefully. When he found that even the legendary Archmage Teclis turned his head and shed tears after a brief peek, the elf's originally steady heartbeat couldn't help but become disordered.

What kind of powerful enemy could make the most outstanding spellcaster of the elves weep helplessly? What kind of fear could compel Teclis to cry like a baby?

Some kind of heavy pressure suppressed his heartbeat, and mist-like despair surrounded him. If even Tigris couldn't handle the abnormality here, then he might as well just wait to die.

Eugen was not surprised and handed the clean cloth to the Archmage. He had known this result for a long time. They just needed to wait quietly for Lin Qi to make a decision. Anyway, nothing big would happen.

And Lynch had already started marching towards the city gate with great swagger, and the result was self-evident.

Teclis wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes while keeping up with the pace of the lizard men. Eugen drove the carriage forward without hesitation and followed the two backers.

If he were around these two guys, he would even dare to make faces at the Demon Prince, scold the Demon Prince heartily, and seal away these scum like a monarch.

This is what he does when sealing demons at sea, and he is especially good at dealing with immobile demons.

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Noel looked at the Archmage's resolute and shaky steps and couldn't help but be moved by it.

Perhaps this is the gap between him and the outstanding ones. Even humans with only meager magic power dare to drive forward in the face of invincible and powerful enemies.

After all, Noel lacked some courage. He closely explored the town surrounded by darkness, listened to the increasingly frightened discussions of humans, gritted his teeth, and followed.

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Lynch went straight to the castle, where the knight was standing on the main building looking at the street with despair and malice before his death.

The lizard man didn't care how he felt after being betrayed, nor did he care about the reason why he stubbornly lingered in the world.

The dead are not allowed to continue to disturb the world of the living on earth. This is an iron rule, and it is even more wrong to disturb people's peace.

Some illusions want to appear around the lizard man, leading the lizard man to the deserted alleys to be swallowed up. Not to mention whether the darkness in the alleys can swallow Lynch, these illusions that disturb his thinking are not clear enough.

The closer Lynch gets to the castle, the more he can feel the insignificant resentment of mortals. This is a miserable puppet that stubbornly persists forever with only sporadic thoughts from his life, exacting revenge on all unrelated passers-by.

The beastmen who slaughtered his city are not here, and the humans who betrayed him should have returned to the dust. Even if they still exist in the world, they should not get involved in Lynch's team.

The people it wanted to protect have all gone away, and its family has probably become history. It is time for it to go back, and there is nothing to cling to.

Rest is its best ending. There is enough despair in the world to tolerate its unwillingness to be a drop in the ocean.

Before Lynch could get close, it was burned into nothingness. When Lynch entered the castle, there were only messy tables and chairs in the darkness, and walls covered with scratches.

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I would rather live in a carriage than sleep in this shabby tavern! Sorian complained about the filth in the town like a gong.

There are also incomplete skeletons on the street, and the armor on the skeletons is rusty.

Light weeds grow on the roads, and the space reclaimed from the forest will eventually be given back to the forest.

If you are willing to peek at the houses on both sides of the road from the road, you can see the skeletons nailed to the wall with only a shallow glance through the light.

The postures of some of the deceased are enough to let people intuitively guess what kind of disaster they suffered during their lifetimes. Many of the skeletons are made of parts. Eugen even saw a man's lower body hanging in front of his eyes - he was cut off at the waist. , the instigator did not want to let go of the dying human beings, allowing the dying people to see their suffering clearly.

Such corpses are not unique. It is difficult to imagine what a hellish scene this place must have been like when disasters occurred decades or hundreds of years ago.

Eugen didn't want to sleep with the dead either. To make matters worse, the dust in the tavern was enough for a dwarf to take a bath.

Of course, getting him to wash is still half the process.

The convoy finally stopped in the town square. The square was considered a standard feature of imperial towns. The nobles liked to give speeches here to gain the support of the people.

Eugen got over the addiction of a noble gentleman. He stood on the high platform in the center of the square, used a little magic to amplify his voice, and announced that he would camp here.

There was a vague uneasiness on everyone's face. The city wall could help them avoid wild beasts in the dense forest, and the open space allowed them to detect enemy attacks in time.

The weeds weren't deep enough so they could easily spot poisonous insects. It was indeed a good location, but they couldn't guard against ghosts.

Maybe they should trust the founder of the Imperial Academy of Magic, but even though they didn't see clearly before, they could guess that the elf mage didn't have confidence either.

Medicines used to prevent poisonous snakes and insects were sprinkled lightly around the camp, removable railings were temporarily removed from the cargo boxes, and torches were lit around the camp. The flames gave humans the courage to face the darkness.