Azur Lane: I took the graduation port area through time

The goblin nest in the South Wind Plain is located in a cave on a small hill, hidden by bushes.

As a foreign race in the former royal court, the number of goblins is spread all over the Saint Lothalon continent, and there is a very significant division of labor within the tribe.

These cunning foreign races have been cut off from their ethnic heritage and have become no different from monsters because the throne of the royal court was destroyed by the sword fairy Natlan in the frozen soil thousands of years ago.

But for the mortals of the teaching country, once the goblin tribe grows and grows, it will still be an extremely dangerous existence in the region.

There are many cases where the fledgling low-level mercenary groups have been overturned in the goblin nest because of their arrogance.

However, in the goblin nest in the South Wind Plain, the nest that should have been noisy and noisy is now strangely quiet and lifeless.

On the contrary, above the hill of this nest, there are three figures holding magic wands and wearing magic cloaks of different colors.

These magic cloaks are all made of expensive silk cloth, and the back of the cloaks is engraved with a pattern of towering spires, which shows their identities.

The authority of Saint Lothalon magic - the Tower Mage.

Behind the three of them, there is a cage car.

In the cage, there are two young alien girls who are in a coma.

The two alien girls wearing academy uniforms are the forest elves and half-blood dragons who were supposed to be sent to Shimmer City by the robbers and handed over to the slave traders.

"Lord Duran's plan is really perfect.

"Use the part of the real clone of the Simulacrum to create the illusion that I died in the slave trader. In this way, even if the investigators sent by the National Academy use the seventh-level prophecy, they can't trace us. "

Accompanied by the compliments of the old man, one of the three magicians standing in the drizzle, wearing purple cloaks, took off the hood of his cloak.

It was Delofen, the sixth-level magician who was supposed to die in the South Wind Plain Labyrinth and served as the instructor of the Protection School in the National Paladin Academy!

His pale face with hair and beard was full of flattery and greed. Looking at the leading magician wearing a blue cloak representing the illusion faction, he asked tentatively:

"A total of four gifted aliens, the browsing rights of the High Tower Think Tank promised by Lord Duran and the spell list of the seventh-level Protection School..."

"Don't worry, Delofen, you provided us with four excellent alien experimental materials at one time, and you voluntarily gave up your position as an academy instructor. The promised reward is of course yours. "

The leading tower wizard named Duran did not speak, but the magician next to him, who was wearing a blue cloak representing the enchantment faction, chuckled in a charming female voice:

"Wait for the enchantment puppets arranged in the Shimmering Stone City to send the remaining two little cuties, and you will return to the main city of Zrenburg with us and go to the tower plane.

"Then someone from your protection school will arrange a new position for you."

After receiving the other party's guarantee, Delofen, who was nearly eighty years old, was so excited that he trembled all over, and even his breathing became heavier.

The tower plane, he can finally go to the tower plane, and get a permanent position.

This is the dream that countless wizards of the teaching country have pursued throughout their lives.

And entering the tower think tank and obtaining a list of high-level spells is an opportunity that a wild wizard like him cannot get even if he burns everything.

Protection, spells, prophecy, enchantment;

Evocation, illusion, necromancy, change.

The eight major magic factions are also the spell factions mastered by the mages of the entire Saint Lothron Teaching Country.

For most magicians, magic knowledge is everything. In order to pursue knowledge, they are even willing to abandon their conscience and responsibility.

Thinking of this, Delofen turned around and looked at his two "students".

The red-haired half-dragon girl has the blood of the Dragon Heart Royal Court, the Fierce Black Dragon.

The blonde forest elf girl is the youngest daughter of the Elf King of the Saint Forest Royal Court. She is likely to be the next Elf King. This time, she came to the Teaching Country to study abroad, which is an important mission to play the future cooperation between the Saint Forest Royal Court and the Teaching Country.

He tried every means to get the forest elf troops and paladins who were escorting him to be sent away by himself with various excuses and reasons. Now the plan is close to success.

Although Delofen did not dare to speculate, he could fully see that such a bold action was behind the tacit understanding reached between the top leaders of the eight major schools of the High Tower.

After all, the Saint Forest Royal Court is not an ordinary royal court, but a truly national-level alien alliance.

If the Holy Forest Court and the Teaching Country reach a cooperation, how can the high tower mages capture experimental and magic materials from the Holy Forest Court in a formal way?

Moreover, there are a large number of war mages in the Holy Army who are employed by the church and hold important positions.

Once they cooperate with the foreign royal court, these war mages will be unemployed without exception.

Magic is built on the sacrifice of countless lives. This old saying engraved in the heart of every magician is not for nothing.

Only by keeping the Teaching Country and the foreign royal courts hostile can the high tower gain greater benefits.

"Huh?"

But just as the three mages were waiting on the gloomy hill, Duran, who covered his face under the hood of his cloak, looked towards the direction of the Flash Stone City and uttered a light exclamation.

"Why are the elements in the air around me not under my control? Is there a high-level transmutation mage coming to the South Wind Plain?"

As an eighth-level illusionist standing at the top of the mage pyramid, Duran also practiced some transmutation spells to control natural elements to assist himself in his spare time.

This made him keenly aware that the elements in the surrounding air suddenly cut off all contact with him.

Such a situation often means that a powerful demon beast, alien race, or energy-shaping mage has descended here.

However, the next second after he finished speaking, his eyes in the shadow of his cloak hood suddenly shrank.

"Drofen, release the anti-magic immediately..."

He was about to turn around and let Derofen release the sixth-level protection spell, but when the words came to his lips, he was shocked by the horrific scene behind him.

The figures of his wife and the old man were shrouded in the eerie black fog, and were constantly disintegrating, and even their souls were torn apart by the black fog.

And a substantial black fog had been closely attached to his back at some point.

There were two red spots flashing in it, like the scrutiny of a demon, which made his scalp numb, and even the courage to chant the spell was taken away.

"What a good calculation, I said, why did a sixth-level protection mage die without even a soul left."

Lin Lan, who hid his figure in the invisible black fog, looked at the illusionist and sneered.

He also brought Xiafei, Marco Polo, Helophont and two alien girls here, whose figures were hidden in the invisible breath mist.

As early as when they decided to come to the goblin's nest, he had already found that the goblins here were all in deep sleep, replaced by three high-level wizards gathered here.

But even he did not expect that just a seemingly ordinary enrollment journey would involve so many things behind it.

Behind him, Klauia and Imis covered their mouths blankly, and looked at the "mentor" who had protected them before with red eyes. The body of the teacher was constantly disintegrating.

The words their mentor said just now, they were hidden in the black fog and heard them clearly.

It turned out that from the beginning to the end, their mentor was going to send them to the tower to be dismembered as spell materials or as subjects of magic experiments.

This cruel truth has made the pupils of the two alien girls empty, and they have no reaction even if the mentor is really dead.

"According to Article 16 of the Holy Judgement Law, anyone who participates in the abduction and smuggling of aliens who are granted legal status by the church shall be regarded as a heretic and shall be purified."

As Xia Fei announced the coming of judgment with an expressionless face and indifference, Lin Lan raised his hand without hesitation and clenched it towards the mage who still wanted to resist.

The next second, Duran was wrapped in black mist and let out a heart-wrenching howl of pain.

"No! What kind of monster are you! You..."

The magic ring on his fingertips flashed a faint light, as if he still wanted to fight to the death.

But Lin Lan had already expected this situation and just snapped his fingers.

In an instant, more invisible black mist turned into five piercing spears, which pierced through the body of the mage and completely wiped out his vitality.

And the prophecy spell mentioned by the other party before also reminded him.

He knew that he needed to root out the problem, and now he had much more power than that.

"Prophecy, it's interesting. I want to see who the guy behind you is."