The brave man opened the coffin and rose

Abes led everyone walking among the mountains and forests.

Since they had set the goal of replenishing manpower, they no longer traveled along the main road.

Although the location of the human captives was obtained by interrogating the lizardmen who were captured previously.

But to the rest of the people, Abes told them that he had found this information in the tent at the Lizardman supply point.

In short, whether for the concealment of action or the speed and timeliness of movement, they had to choose to walk in the mountains and forests.

Although at the beginning, everyone was still a little uncomfortable walking in the mountains and forests.

But after Abes killed several blind wild beasts in front of them, everyone felt much more at ease in the forest.

It seems that the forest is not as dangerous as those hunters and adventurers say.

"Don't think that the forest is safe just because we have been walking for a few days without encountering any danger..." Abes walked in front and said slowly.

"Because we have two trucks of supplies, we have no shortage of supplies, so I took you around areas with abundant grass and water," Abes said, gesturing to the surrounding environment. "In other words, I avoided foraging areas where large beasts and monsters compete for food, and also avoided places where lizardmen might be camping."

Click!

As Abes casually broke off a branch from the roadside, everyone saw that these vegetation that seemed to be growing normally actually showed signs of death inside.

"That's right. There aren't many areas in the permafrost that are suitable for survival. As long as we avoid those areas, we can also avoid danger in disguise."

As Abes said this nonchalantly, his hand slid quietly to his waist.

This position is where the weapon can be easily unsheathed.

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"Your Majesty, please go to the Mage Tower!"

In the palace of the small kingdom of Łomza, the sad-looking little king bit his lower lip subconsciously.

In front of him was a piece of paper with scribbled handwriting, which came from an old wizard who lived in seclusion.

Even though the king was still young and had not handled much state affairs, he was impressed by the wizard - he observed etiquette and was very serious about his duties.

Of course, the most important thing is that he and I have some kind of kinship.

Moreover, the other party did not take the wrong position in the struggle between him and his elder brother.

It is because of this that this guy, who lost several fingers in pursuit of more advanced spells, was able to spend his old age in the Mage Tower.

Otherwise, why would a mage who is no longer able to cast spells precisely still be able to receive a salary from the Mage Tower?

And this old guy did not take advantage of his seniority, but made many contributions.

After risking his life and using magic to assist in deciphering "that thing" handed down from the small kingdom of Wommza, this old guy began to preside over the magic teaching business in the country.

Moreover, it can be said that it has been very successful and has brought a large number of talents to the small kingdom of Łomza in recent years.

Although he is only an apprentice-level magician, his contributions are already outstanding.

After all, it is no exaggeration to say that mage talent is the foundation of the small kingdom of Wommza.

Otherwise, how could he, a kingdom that only held a few earls and had to think twice before even claiming to be a duchy, have stood for so many years at the junction of the Eastern Wilderness and the Northern Border?

It can be said that the Mage Tower of the small kingdom of Wommza is now as famous in the North as the Astrology Society formed by the Centaurs, and the Council of Sages in Central China, which has only the title but no authority.

And now, it is this marginal relative of his who controls the existence of such a great institution.

All in all, an old wizard whom he trusted actually used the word "must", so his discovery must be extraordinary.

After thinking for a moment, the king finally put down the file in his hand, walked out of the study and came to the terrace outside.

On the terrace, the moonlight was bright and the stars were twinkling.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is a majestic griffin.

The griffin is golden all over, with broad wings, like a piece of dazzling golden wings.

It stands at a corner of the terrace, as if waiting for the king's order.

The king of the small kingdom of Wommza knelt down and gently stroked the griffin's feathers. After the griffin lowered its head as a signal, he sat astride it.

This is a little thought that came to my mind when I was taming this strange beast.

If you sit on it without following this step, you will definitely not be able to fly as you wish. Instead, the griffin will take you to its maximum flying height at the fastest speed, and then flip over and let the person sitting on it fall to death.

The Griffin's maximum flight altitude is...35,000 feet.

After gently patting the griffin's shoulder, signaling it to get ready to go.

The griffin instantly spread its wings, and its feathers sparkled in the moonlight.

The giant pair of golden wings shook violently, and immediately broke through the night sky and flew into the distance.

Looking down at the kingdom below, the king felt no pride in his heart.

Although the city prospered somewhat under his rule, why was it always plagued by disasters?

Disasters... calamities... come one after another.

How powerful a force would be needed to eliminate all sources of trouble at once?

Maybe the brave hero and his companions did not solve the dragon disaster at the beginning. Otherwise, why are there still flying dragons running rampant in this world?

After a short flight, the king passed through the clouds and finally arrived at his destination - a floating tower.

This tower, together with its foundation, stands above the clouds like a mysterious fairy palace.

And here is the Mage Tower...

Although there was no need to maintain security, in order to monitor the situation in the Mage Tower, he still dispatched a dozen guards to patrol it in turns.

However, until he landed, the guards on duty today had not appeared in front of him.

The king, feeling somewhat frustrated and puzzled, could only manually lead the griffin to the pillar and tie it up.

"I must fire this lazy guy soon..." thought the king.

When they entered the courtyard, the old wizard had been waiting for a long time with a group of apprentices. When they saw the king in person, they all knelt down on one knee.

"Greetings to the king!"

"Everyone, get up. Business is important. Let's not waste time on idle talk."

The old wizard, who was unable to stand up because of missing fingers, was helped by his apprentice to stand up again.

Seeing that this old guy was so inconvenient to move, the king of the small kingdom of Wommza felt even more disdain for him.

This old guy has so many apprentices. If he hadn't wanted to win them over as followers, he should have retired and returned home long ago...

"Your Majesty, please follow me." The old wizard led him to the top floor of the attic with a solemn face.

Except for him and several equally old and respected mages, the others did not follow in, but stood guard outside the door.

The moment he closed the door, he caught a glimpse of extremely serious expressions on the faces of those gray-haired men, as if what they were about to say next were no different from their last words.

Hiss, it’s very high here, and there are windows in the attic... Could it be that these guys have sided with the traitor General Paddy and want to assassinate me and throw me out of the window?

He couldn't help but secretly clench the dagger in his sleeve, but then suddenly let go.

The thing was now extremely hot, so he couldn't hide it in his sleeves at all.

The feeling came instantly, as if it had just been taken out of a furnace, or the flames were burning.

It's magic, hot metal!

But compared to the piercing pain, he felt that all the hairs on his body stood up - these "highly respected" old men and women in front of him all raised their hands towards him, with a magical glow from them.