Who designed this underworld dungeon?

Chapter 132 On the attraction of Kallian magic to mages

In October 2174 of the New Calendar, Vaal City was attacked by demons. The entire city was destroyed, and only a few outsiders survived.

With the efforts of Sword Master Gapar, Magic Association professors, and local adventurers and nobles, all the demons who killed innocent people were put to death.

Investigations into the purpose, method, time, etc. of the demons' invasion of Vaal City are in full swing. Although demon attacks have become more and more intense in recent years, there has never been a situation like Vaal City that was far away from the border but was still killed by demons. .

People have to consider whether the demons have invaded deeper places, and the world is demanding more accurate detection of magic. This makes the scholars of the Magic Association who are responsible for studying updated magic sweat, because they really don’t know how the demons lurk in human society. have not yet been discovered.

The anti-demon crusade is getting bigger and bigger, and even the number of soldiers enlisted in the border army is increasing rapidly. The border general has come out quickly to explain that the duty of the border guards is to defend rather than attack. After all, humans cannot adapt to the miasma of the Western continent.

To a certain extent, Doslepo has really made a big living. If he is still alive, he will probably score very high.

The massacre of a city should be an event worthy of mourning, and the grievances of the dead are still waiting to be settled.

But the emotions of the living also need to be taken care of, especially after experiencing a battle that makes the SAN value crazy, they need to relax to soothe their spirits.

So on the day after the battle ended, a celebration banquet that would last all night was held in Bede City.

The theme of this banquet is two words: eat and drink!

Ingredients from the gourmet areas and the treasured stocks of various taverns were all moved to the street. A huge bonfire was lit in the central square of the city. Various gourmet creatures with exaggerated sizes were roasting on the fire, and the aroma filled the whole place. City.

There are even more ingredients that can be eaten directly without cooking, such as roasted whole pigs. The Bader family sponsored most of them, and the rest came from the support of various businessmen.

There were no exaggerated decorations in the city. They just asked a few magicians to create some colorful light groups on the street. Every once in a while, there would be magic fireworks exploding in the sky. Count Charon described it as " Use fireworks to bid farewell to the deceased."

In fact, it was still a bit inappropriate to hold a banquet at this juncture. If anyone wanted to, they could use it as an excuse to let Charon drink a pot from the king.

However, Charon did one thing better than his father Philip. He knew exactly which group of people Bede City relied on to maintain its vitality. Yes, it was adventurers.

So even if he will be sued, he is determined to hold a banquet today to reward the adventurers who have contributed the most!

Of course, the Holy Light Church, Magic Association and the like cannot be left behind, but unfortunately they don't seem to have any intention to attend the banquet.

The streets are lively and crowded, and from time to time you can see people holding wine barrels lying on the roadside, some sleeping soundly, and others singing off-key songs.

Bards go out in groups, and wherever there is a bonfire and delicious food, it is a gathering point for banquets. They play exquisite or old instruments and sing legendary poems.

Someone has already arranged the Battle of Vaal City into a song. Although it sounds immature in some parts, it still attracted the largest audience. People like to follow hot spots.

Um? This man looked familiar. It seemed that he had also composed the song that recorded Thain's rampage, as well as the earlier Earl Philip's hit song.

In the tavern on the street, Drew stood by the bed and looked down at the crowd. He drank a glass of beer without any reaction. Dwarves were born to be great drinkers.

"What are you thinking about, standing by the window pretending to be lonely?"

Roger, who smelled of alcohol, suddenly put his arms around his shoulders and leaned against him. He drank too much and his steps began to tremble.

"[Low-level Healing Technique]" Drew cast a spell on him, and the latter suddenly woke up and said with an unhappy face:

"What are you doing? The highest level of drinking is to enjoy the feeling of being tipsy!"

"You are called drunk, not tipsy."

Drew glanced at him contemptuously and said:

"I was thinking just now, why do the professors from the association come to a place like this? Why don't they do research?"

"Then you go ask them directly," Roger waved his hand, "I'm going to continue drinking. It's time to relax now, not to talk about work."

"I asked, and they said that someone discovered a new school of magic in Thane Dungeon."

Drew's words stopped Roger in his tracks, and he turned his head and said, "Elaborate."

After a moment, he nodded thoughtfully and said to himself:

"The star magic is the one they used in Val City. No wonder I have never seen magic like that."

"There hasn't been a new school in the magic world for many years. If star magic is confirmed to be real, no wonder it attracts the association's attention."

Roger completely forgot that he also possesses the [Night Demon Gravel], which is similar to the source of star magic. Maybe he is focused on monsters and not much about studying magic.

"But I still don't understand," he looked at Drew. "Those professors are arrogant. When you asked them in the past, they told you why?"

"No, they came to me."

Drew asked for another beer and said:

"The news about star magic was told to the association by a stranger. The professors came here to exchange magic with that person, but they couldn't contact him. They asked me to go over and ask if I knew who in Bede City fits the stranger's feeling best."

He drank the beer in one gulp, smashed the glass heavily on the windowsill, and cursed:

"As soon as I said I didn't know, those bastards kicked me out! Damn, don't they just know a little more magic than me? What the hell are they so proud of!"

Roger immediately showed an expression of understanding. He thought Drew had something important to discuss with him.

It turned out that after all this trouble, he came to vent his anger on him. This old dwarf is sometimes unexpectedly interesting.

"That's right, isn't it just that he learned a little more magic than us? What a bullshit!" Roger immediately echoed and smashed the glass on the windowsill. The two looked at each other and smiled at each other, saying "You are very smart."

The voice of the tavern waiter sounded faintly behind him.

"My two guests, if you damage the wine glasses and the window sill, you will have to pay for it."

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Roger threw a few silver coins into her hands, and the latter immediately ran over with a cart of empty wine glasses.

"You can smash as many as you want!"

Roger ignored the waiter and asked, "What's going on with the Sword Saint Japar? Was he really attracted by the teardrop larvae?"

"Could it be fake?"

Drew asked back, "We were lucky enough to get his training based on the information about the teardrop larvae. After so many days, it's not surprising that he came here in person."

Roger stroked his thick beard, wondering which one was stronger, the Sword Saint or the Faran Undead Team, and whether he could use the power of the Sword Saint to conquer the mutated Thane dungeon.

If he could get into the Sword Saint's team and do some odd jobs, he would be able to get a place on the clearance stone tablet and get some first-pass rewards.

Maybe he could ask the Sword Saint to help him fight monsters and then he would throw out the Poké Ball to catch them? No, no, no, how could he listen to me all the time.

Thinking of the exciting things, Roger couldn't help but pull out a few strands of his beard.

"Why are you pulling my beard, you bastard!" Drew immediately chased him and beat him, and the tavern was filled with a happy atmosphere.

On the outskirts of Bed City, on a protruding hill, the wolves looked up at the round moon, and the more they looked, the more they wanted to go up and take a bite.

Dale was lying on the grass looking at the night sky, and his expression was a little confused now.

This phenomenon is generally called "revenge emptiness syndrome". People who take revenge as their life goal often fall into a period of emptiness after successfully taking revenge. They don't know how to spend the next day. After all, the biggest life goal has disappeared, and they have no interest in doing anything.

Then challenge the Faran Undead Team?

They can't beat them at all. The Faran Great Sword in his hand was thrown to him by others because they felt sorry for him. Maybe they admired his perseverance, or they were just annoyed by him.

So much so that Dale was embarrassed to go on.

Bed City was bustling, but the wolves couldn't enter the city, so he simply stayed outside with his old friends.

No one on the battlefield found out that he killed Doslebo, and he had no intention of bragging. Until now, people still thought that Doslebo had escaped.

It's good to hide your merits and fame, isn't it?

A magic firework went off the direction and rushed out of Bed City, exploding in colorful colors outside, attracting him to look to the southwest, which was the direction of Val City. A road connected the two cities.

I'm afraid that there will be no more carriages coming from there for a long time in the future. Val City is gone, and even the buildings have been assimilated by the flesh and blood monsters and dissipated when they died.

Those who survived have lost their homes and the bodies of their relatives. They are probably crying somewhere now.

Dahl couldn't help but clench his fists. Everything is the fault of the demons. If this race had never existed.

Wait, why can't the demons be exterminated?

If someone can come out and form an army specifically for the purpose of fighting the demons, if that army can kill the demons to extinction, if

Why can't that person be me?

At this point, Dar's mind was full of thoughts, and many ideas were flashing in his head.

So he turned over.

However, he met a pair of blinking eyes.

"Wow!"

Dar jumped up from the ground in fear, and the wolves were also scared by him, and one wolf bit its tongue.

"You, you, you," he pointed at the person in front of him, "When did you come here?"

"Hey," Malu stuck out her tongue, "I finally found you,"

"What do you want to find me for?" Dar asked in confusion.

"Come and see our hero,"

What hero?

Malu suddenly took out a photo stone, slightly infused some magic power, and the image appeared in the air.

The picture showed a man howling with a wolf and fighting with the evil demons. The shooting angle was just right, allowing people to see the whole picture clearly, and the battle between the two protagonists was very tense, and it looked so cool.

What made Dar stunned was that the man howling with a wolf looked more and more like him?

"Where did you get this from?" He asked with a dull look.

"I don't know, but it's spread all over the city."

Spread all over the city! ?

Dar was shocked, and he opened his mouth wide and couldn't say anything for a long time.

Malu stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder, saying with a little envy:

"You're going to be famous, boy."