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A large cloud covered the moonlight for a long time, and if you look up, you can vaguely see that the clouds in front of the moon are still circulating rapidly, and the wind shows no signs of abating. Sayes tightened his neckline and stuffed his scarf hard, the two sips of liquor he had just drunk warmed him up, and his mood was a little better, but he was just wandering aimlessly, wasting his body.

"Man, you've got a good drink. Shante walked quietly beside Sayes, with some strange steps as if even the weeds would not be alarmed: "It's a pleasure to take a sip...... From there?"

"The 32nd Commanding Army, subordinate to the Fourth Front Regiment. Sayes pouted: "The logistics troops, led by crazy guys and powerless fools, will only hide in the strange machines developed by the empire and constantly call for help." ”

"Oh? However, those construction machines are actually really tricky, and with these things, the elves in the forest are losing ground one after another. When Shante said this, there was a strange feeling in his tone.

"Hmph, what's so powerful, it's not that I've been taken off by the nest, and I can't even run. Sayers took another sip, his face full of subtext that Lao Tzu had never seen.

"Where did you come from? You don't look like an ordinary mage!" Sayes wiped his mouth and picked up the flask, there was still a bottom left, he was really reluctant to drink, God knows how long it would take? Maybe it will be dawn!

"I'm not a mage, I'm an assassin. Shante laughed.

"Assassin?" Sayes squinted at the short-handled staff on Shante's waist, "No kidding, how do you assassinate someone, do you use that thing to knock someone's head in the back?"

"Hehe, you can tell at a glance that you're the kind of simple-minded guy who messes around in the mage team. Shante gestured with his hand to wipe his neck: "Assassins are not like this, haven't you heard that assassins born as warlocks or mages are the most terrifying, they can kill people unconsciously with the help of spells?"

"Oh, you're ......" Sayers suddenly looked him from head to toe as if he had just seen Shante, "You're from the Hunter Army!"

Shante's gaze shrank.

"I didn't expect it...... You even know about the Hunter Troops. ”

"I heard about it when I was younger. Sayers seemed to be a jack of all trades: "You are the mage assassin army that the Empire has trained to go deep into the forest to deal with the Night Elves! You have been training assiduously since you were a child in various stealth and stealth techniques, and at the same time studying those deadly killing spells in one hit, mixing the best of both the mage and the assassin, as a special force to counteract the elves' advantage in the forest......"

"That was a long time ago. Shante coldly interrupted Sayers's tirade, his face pale, as if he had forgotten all about the friendship of giving wine: "Since the empire has made breakthroughs in the research and development of large-scale constructed weapons, we mages are not like mage assassins and half-assassins who are not like assassins can only run errands and do some chores. ”

"Don't say that," Sayes tried to reassure him, "I admired you when I was a kid. Besides, no matter what, it's better than me—alas, I have two big heads in the first book!"

Shante laughed, this was the first time he let out a slightly louder voice: "Your head is already the size of two others! Besides, if you look around, which of the scouting team is not better than you?

"If you dare to look down on me, anyone who underestimates Sayes will regret it!" Sayes waved his arm menacingly, but it caused another sneer from Shante.

"By the way, if you have a thicker beard and a little more messy, you can be a stand-in for Lord Yatu, two Yatu masters, the enemy will definitely be at a loss......" Suddenly Shante stopped and looked around suspiciously, and stared at Sayers for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Sayes touched his face.

"No, nothing. Shante finally shrugged: "Maybe I'm nervous...... How did I feel like someone was looking at us?

Morriel in the inn was still staring at the search party that was searching aimlessly in the wilderness, and they were getting farther and farther away, and the search area was getting bigger and bigger, and Moriel was very skeptical of the point of such an untargeted search, but any delay in the operation would be beneficial to her, or indeed to Forty-Seven.

Sayes and the mage next to him, who was most clearly visible, walked in the westernmost part of the fan-shaped search area of the northbound search team, and the two of them slowly swayed as if they were walking, it seemed that the search here would not be fruitful, maybe they should focus on O'Sullivan's side of the southbound search......

Suddenly, there was a touch somewhere on the map. It was as if a flying insect had landed on a spider's web, and a strange wave of discord had been inserted into the detection web built by Moriel, and with a little fiery breath, like a burnt match. She immediately diverted her attention from Sayyas, who was looking around, and tried to lock on to the anomalous magic wave, but the fluctuations moved quickly, if they were nothing, and one after another, her spirit followed the faint fluctuations and quickly shuttled across the plains, and there were no real people or objects formed on the map or in her field of vision, Moriel really didn't have the extra energy to shape it, it would take more magic and more time, and now she could only do her best not to let them disappear without a trace, and it was very difficult to do that alone.

The fluctuations were becoming more and more unpredictable, but in Moriel's opinion, they were speeding in the direction of the reconnaissance team. Hell, Morriel felt the smell of danger getting stronger, didn't he-

Forty-seven fell on a huge rock like a black torch in the wind.

The demonic elves had already scattered to search the area at his command—Forty-Seven had found nothing in the sky, perhaps because the clouds were too thick, or perhaps because he had been somewhat careless today.

But it doesn't matter if you search again, the night is the world of the Night Elves anyway, and even more so after the demonization.

This kind of near-grinding behavior was a bit rare tonight, but Forty-Seven didn't try to change it—even the metal and fatigue.

He vaguely foresaw that as he continued to advance, a fierce battle with Argus would soon break out. It is impossible for Argus not to do anything, there is no reaction to being bullied like this, there are only two situations, either he is ready to fight back with a fatal blow, or he is not capable of this, but Agus is obviously not the latter.

Forty-Seven wasn't afraid of battle, he never was - just a little unsure of what to do with the red-robed tattooed female mage who always hit her head with a staff.

To survive or to ruin, that's really a question.

Suddenly, the red fire in Forty-Seven's eyes suddenly blaze.

A faint wave of mana swept over him.

Originally, with the comprehension ability of forty-seven pairs of magic, this kind of magic fluctuation would not be any different from a gust of breeze - but this magic wave was different.

The blazing breath carried with it a familiar sensation that made him angry, and he had been burned by it, trying to play with him.

The black steel devil flapped its wings.

The clouds in the sky were blown away, and Forty-Seven was like a starless night sky in the sky, flying to the west, and the demonized elves raised their heads at the same time, and the telepathy transmitted to their minds made them change directions one after another, and followed Forty-Seven galloping, and their figures quickly faded in the faint red light, and finally merged with the night, and it was difficult to distinguish from each other.

In Moriel's room, the magic map is still slowly moving, but it changes every second. The map of the plains of Tarnori, which had been like a muddy pool of water, became simpler in the process of change, as if the sediment that had been churning in the water began to filter, settle, and drain away—vast expanses of illusory spectacle crumbled and shattered, and dust made of silver dust and other spell-casting materials fell to the ground one after another, but disappeared before it reached the floor...... Eventually, the entire map had been reduced to simple lines and rough lines, and all that was left to chase was Morriel's mind and that little bit of mysterious fiery mana fluctuations.

The map fluctuates like ripples on the surface of the water, and the light and shadow of the room are intertwined with flashes of magic. Moriel's clear, lifeless eyes were now as bottomless as an abyss, filled with a cold mist that swallowed all the light, and seemed to be constantly turning, faster and faster, as if Moriel's eyes were just reflecting a huge bottomless vortex opposite, and it was hard to imagine what these strange eyes would see.

As Morriel watched, the map shook more and more violently—and finally, in a strong tremor, it shattered entirely. Morrill closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling briefly and rapidly, and when she opened them, she had regained her normal look.

"I almost got tricked by you......" Moriel murmured softly, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Dagulas!"

The originator of that strange wave of magic was not an idiot wandering around the plains. Although the caster was very careful to hide himself, keeping the communication between the magic fluctuations and himself only at a minimum level, but through Guò's continuous confirmation and feedback, like a jigsaw puzzle, the magic waves simulated by the other party on the plains were finally completely captured by Moriel, and followed the only clues, all the way back to here, the closest to the stairs on the third floor of the Wilktown Hotel - Dagulas's room.

Morriel could even see the slight air currents blowing when Dagulas chanted the spell just now, although it was hard to imagine that the source of the magic fluctuations far away on the plains was actually around him, but once he caught it, it was extremely clear, after all, it was too close.

So, the remaining question is, what is the purpose of Dagulas playing this trick under the noses of himself and Yatu?

Dagulas's magical fluctuations roamed south of Welkertown, leaving an imperceptible flaw in Moriel's mental map, and Morriel caught it accurately, and even more accurately than Dagulas expected. There was also the scorching aura of deep darkness, Morriel could not be considered very familiar, but he would not admit it wrong, it was the faint but incessant aura that he had come into contact with after the first reunion with Forty-Seven in the Sleeping Forest, and it was also the absolutely evil and absolutely powerful aura that he had felt during the elven demonization ritual of the Sleeping Forest—it was the breath of purgatory.

Yes, when I first came into contact with it, I did think it was forty-seven for a moment, but although it was similar, it was still a little different......

Wait, if that can be assumed.

Suddenly, Morriel felt that everything about Dagulas had become clear in an instant - he should have survived the rift in the plane, he had given up his revenge for no reason, he insisted on participating in the hunt - yes, it could only be explained in this way.

Morrill stood in the dark room, was silent for a moment, then opened the door and walked out, through the equally dark hallway, up the stairs to the third floor.

Across the stairs was Dagulas's room, where she was still manipulating the waves of magic. Morriel didn't stop for the moment, and walked straight through the closed door, and she could imagine Daras looking at the door in amazement...... Morrill sneered and knocked on Archmage Yatu's door.

"Come in!" it was a moment before Atto's grumpy voice came from the room.

"Good evening, Your Excellency Attu. Morriel quietly pushed the door in, closed the door quietly, and looked up at the archmage Yatu lying on the bed in pajamas: "Sorry to disturb your rest so late." ”

Yatu closed the book she was reading, and there was nothing on the brown cover, probably something like a magic note.

"If you know you're going to be disturbed, why are you bothering me?" Yatu still looked very impatient when he spoke, not knowing if he was still sticking to his usual style, or if he was really upset by being disturbed: "Say, what's the matter?"

"Because the situation is urgent, so ......" Morrill paused, as if hoping to attract enough attention from Yatu, but it was obvious that Moriel's intention did not come true, Yatu actually lay on the bed, opened the book and continued to look: "Count O'Sullivan led the search team out to search......"

"I know, he reported to me before he left. Yatu interrupted Morrill without raising his head.

"And I used a spell to detect the situation in the search area at night, and I think I have discovered the recent movements of the murderers who have disturbed the Tarnori Plains!" Morrill did not pause because of Yatu's interruption, but his tone became more urgent: "I think we should immediately support Count O'Sullivan, and this is a good time to catch the murderers, this mission ......"

"Very well, then you can go to the rescue!" Seeing that Yatu looked like he didn't care about himself, Morriel even had some doubts about whether the decision to report directly to him was correct.

"Well, I'm just a prophetic mage, and I'm ...... for combat."

"Then you can deploy all the troops in Welkertown, as well as Hoffman, and take him there to settle the situation!" Yatu still kept his head down, as if the contents of the page would automatically disappear as soon as his gaze left: "Okay, go out, don't bother me again!"

I really don't know if he is really so underestimated, or if he is sure of it, or if he doesn't believe what he says at all, or if he ...... If Yatu had maintained this indifferent attitude, not only would it be difficult for him to disrupt Dagulas's position, but he would also be likely to be unhappy because he had to run in vain and not see any enemy, and if he lost his right to speak, he would be in great trouble.

Morriel came out and paused briefly in the hallway, and Dagulas must have been staring at her through the door with a gloomy resentment—she felt that things might not go as smoothly as she had planned.

It really wouldn't go well, because if Moriel had been in the room and had kept the magic map up for a while or hadn't been overly focused on playing hide-and-seek with Dagulas, she might have discovered something she was really looking for