A wizard with the eighth level limit, the powerful power even began to distort time, reversing the past and the future. This state Leylin could only feel a little bit, but it made him full of yearning and desire.
"Anyway... this operation has finally been successfully completed, let's leave here first..."
Leylin glanced at the chip, and it was true that there was a lot of information about the profession of Arcanist in it.
It wasn't until he got out of the dragon's lair and breathed in the cold night wind and the air mixed with the smell of grass and trees that Leylin's face looked better.
"Although the demiplane has been completely disintegrated, there is no guarantee that there will be any leftovers. It is better not to come in contact with it before reaching the strength of the main body..."
Leylin thought with lingering fear: "And if the twisted shadow is really hostile to me, that evil thought is enough to make me fall here, why did you let me go at the last moment and gave me this scroll …”
Leylin looked at the black scroll in his hand, and then at Helen who kept looking this way, but with obvious fear.
"Do you know the origin of this thing?"
"No! I don't know! It's just that the ancestor mentioned that there is a room in the ruins with his manuscript, which contains some information about the Arcanist..."
Under Leylin's gaze, Helen trembled and confessed everything.
"I'm afraid this is not what you're looking for, and it's also very dangerous, so let me put it here first..."
Leylin had no intention of returning the scroll at all, and the Twisted Shadow had too many tricks to fool an eleventh-level mage. It was very simple to directly distort the opponent's memory and insert a false picture .
"Okay! Your Excellency!"
Helen felt a little reconciled in her heart, but she obediently agreed. After all, what happened before scared her a little.
"Well! According to the previous agreement, I can give you compensation, such as the advanced method of the Arcanist, and some arcane templates!"
Leylin looked at the half-elf mage girl in front of him, and suddenly said something meaningful.
"Then what do you need? Just tell me!" After getting along for this period of time, Helen has already understood the mage in front of her very clearly. deceived.
"Use your soul to swear to Styx! Be loyal to me for a hundred years!"
Leylin said indifferently, and after that, he saw a look of struggle in Helen's eyes.
"Can!"
As expected of a smart person, Helen agreed after struggling for a short period of time, and immediately made an oath.
"Hmm! The soul is real too, it should be the real Helen..."
Swearing with the mage's soul, causing the resonance of the Styx, is a very binding oath, and it can never be faked, Leylin nodded secretly.
For the current Leylin, an eleventh-level mage is also a dispensable thing, the key lies in the inspection and certification during the oath.
Now it seemed that the other party was indeed the previous Helen, but it made his mood even more complicated.
"So... what does the twisted shadow want to tell me? After the twilight of the ancient gods, does the other party still exist? Or has it completely fallen? No! With the strength and level of the other party, even if it has fallen, it is very likely to exist Fragments of certain souls, awaiting the resurrection after a long time..."
Thinking of this, Leylin's expression darkened again.
…
After killing the red dragon and exploring the ruins of Nether, there was no value in continuing to stay in the Nether Mountains, so Leylin announced the order to return.
The team, which has been reduced to about 700 people, slowly left the Nether Mountains, carrying the glory of slaying dragons and great wealth.
But Rafiniya's face was always gloomy, and it seemed that once she left the Nether Mountains, she would part ways with Leylin immediately.
"It took us less than ten days to slay the dragon and explore the ruins. The outside world has turned upside down now, right?"
Leylin didn't pay the slightest attention to Rafiniya's mood, but thought of it gloatingly.
And it is true.
"What's going on? This level of martial law?" After walking out of the mountains, Rafiniya obviously felt that something was wrong. Many surrounding villages were completely abandoned, and the occasional people also had a heavily guarded attitude, full of vigilance towards strangers.
"Could it be that the lycanthropes are invading again? Or is the orc empire launching a general attack?" Rafiniya quickly thought of two possibilities, and immediately became anxious.
"At a time like this, Leylin just happened to go on an expedition, and he would definitely be accused of running away..."
The knight girl suddenly felt worried in her heart, but then she shook her head immediately: "A cunning person like him must have already arranged a retreat. Even if he didn't, why should I worry about him?"
"Report to my lord! A friendly signal is found ahead!"
At this time, the scouts also ran back.
"En! Send a signal, let's move closer!" Leylin nodded calmly, and at the same time knew who it was.
In the forest of darkness, apart from him, there are no other people.
Sure enough, after the scouts sent the signal, there was faint smoke and dust rising in the distance, and a figure swooped down from the midair like a black falcon.
"Leylin Faolan!!!"
Cassley landed in front of Leylin angrily, his neck was thickened due to the huge anger.
"Why leave your war zone??? And... the Malfoys???"
After seeing the team of more than 700 people behind Leylin, Cassley's breath stagnated slightly, but then he was overwhelmed by even greater anger.
"Do you know, because of your dereliction of duty! I faced the attack of lycanthropes directly, and even had to give up the rescue of Silvermoon City... You just wait to go to the military court!!!"
"Stop! Wait!!! I haven't figured out what's going on? Rescue Silvermoon City? Why?"
Rafiniya's head was a little dizzy.
"You don't know yet? This is really a low-level excuse? Have you been going into the jungle these days?"
The expression on Kasley's face was even more joking: "The army of orcs has already besieged Silvermoon City! And while I, Senior Mage Kasley, was still fighting bloody battles, you damn recruits dared to give up the defense zone directly! You guys They should all be hanged!!!”
"Besieged by beastmen???" Rafiniya took a few steps back, looking at Leylin in disbelief: "You already knew... right?"
At this time, Rafiniya really felt hopeless.
"Then... why didn't you bring your soldiers and volunteers from these nobles to support, great high-ranking mage Casley?"
Leylin didn't care about Rafiniya, but instead looked at Kassley with the same mockery in his eyes.
"That's because I want to guard against the surprise attack of lycanthropes!"
Carsley looked at Leylin proudly: "Although you are guilty of dereliction of duty, I will not hold you accountable now, Baron Leylin! In the name of the chief of the Northland, I order you to go to Silvermoon City for support! Immediately! !!immediately!!!"
Until now, Cassley has not given up on framing Leylin.
"Hehe..." Leylin stared directly at Kassley, and he said leisurely until the other party was a little bit out of breath, "Why..."
"Why?? Don't you even dare to disobey the order? Or force me to execute you immediately!"
Cassley narrowed his eyes slightly.
The strength of a high-level mage is his greatest confidence, and the opponent is only fourteenth level at most, even if he has private soldiers and other people, it is nothing.
Moreover, the document appointing himself as the chief of the Northland was also sent through the emergency channel. With his current identity and status, it doesn't matter if he kills a baron, right? Not to mention that the other party is also charged with dereliction of duty!
"That's right, it seems like a good idea to kill this mage genius yourself! But wait until Andrew's private soldiers come over, and finally annex Leylin's army, tsk tsk... there is still such a thing A lot of food is really good... Now in the Northland, it is the most real thing to have food and people... "
A lot of thoughts were spinning in Cassley's head, but before he could think of a solution, or temporarily express a win-win attitude, Leylin on the opposite side suddenly smiled.
"If you kill, you kill. Why do you think so much?"
"What... uh..." At this moment, Cassley suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He stiffened his body and lowered his head, only to see a black dagger protruding from his chest.
"Impossible... I have high-level magic armor on me, and I have an instant [Accident Art]! It is absolutely impossible for the enemy to break through my defense in an instant, unless it is... [Legendary]!"
Cassley fell, and the last thing he saw was Tifa's expressionless face.
"When the system collapses, you still want to use the power of the system to suppress me. Should you say you are stupid? Or are you stupid?"
"You... killed him?"
Raffinia's voice was dry.
"No! Cassley died at the hands of the lycanthropy, a martyrdom!" Leylin laughed recklessly.
"Attention! Everyone is on alert!"
Leylin looked at the friendly army who had finally arrived belatedly, smiled grimly and swung his right hand.
…
The setting sun is like blood.
At this time, Andrew and the other nobles said respectfully beside Leylin, "This time, the high-ranking mage Cassley died at the hands of lycanthropes. It's really a great loss for us in the Northland..."
Some people couldn't help wiping away tears when they said this. What happened this afternoon really scared them.
"Well! Also, the conflict this afternoon..." Leylin raised his voice a few times.
"It's all a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!"
Andrew immediately spoke first, and at the same time he was still secretly shocked by Leylin's cruelty.