In the early morning, members of the Holy Dragon Knights resting in the Temple of Light in Osedrotien were awakened by a sudden knock on the door.

"What's going on?"

Seeing the adjutant and several other team leaders appearing in his dormitory, they all looked worried. The white elf, who had always been sleeping, had to casually sort out his clothes and go to the hall to see who the guy who woke people up early in the morning was.

"Hisser Derecile, the city lord ordered me to invite you to the prison." The paladin appeared in front of the eyes of a man with an honest look, dressed in a servant.

Dresil knew this human man, who was the housekeeper of the city lord Baron Howards.

"Criminal? Could it be..." Thinking of the prisoner who was imprisoned yesterday, the paladin's expression changed.

Could it be that the evil mage ran away?

"Pug, you stay at the temple, Wengers takes the third team to follow me."

After giving the order quickly, Dresil followed the city lord's housekeeper toward the prison that was completely opposite to the temple.

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"Yo~ You're here." In the wet and somewhat old stone building, Moloto, the captain of the dwarf patrol, waved to his old friend.

"Has Tenango escaped?" For granted, Dresil thought that the evil mage would not submit so easily.

"You'll know if you go and take a look." Pointing to the dark room behind me, Molov shrugged, his expression a little helpless.

With some doubts, Dresil entered the cell where the evil mage was imprisoned.

As soon as I entered, what was coming to my face was a pungent and nauseating sour smell.

Tenango Ozim Sand, who was certified as the eleventh-level dark mage by the Magic Society, lay on the ground in an extremely strange posture.

No, to be precise, it is scattered on the ground.

The moss-covered walls were splashing with dark red blood.

Tenango's head and limbs were placed around his body, showing five regular points.

The spells drawn with blood are connected to form a very famous pattern - the pentagram.

This is the symbol of Tarasha and a totem that Anesia has never existed in the past.

"It's a necromancer. The internal organs were hollowed out, the limbs were broken, and blood was used as a spell. This is a dangerous secret method used to summon high-level undead. I only heard that it was recorded in the oldest forbidden book of Darkness, and it has been lost for a long time. I didn't expect that anyone could use this spell in the solar calendar, and... it was in the heart of the southern continent where the goddess of light believed." Moloto scratched the red hair on the back of his head, feeling a little annoyed that such a thing happened in the cell he was guarding without realizing it.

In order to prevent Tenango from escaping, he specially arranged several trusted subordinates to take turns to guard the guard. However, when he came to patrol in the morning, he found that the evil mage was actually dead in the cell, and the soldiers guarding outside the door did not notice it at all.

Dresil squatted down and carefully looked at Tenango's body.

From that pale face he saw horror, fear, begging and sorrow.

These four expressions make the evil mage whose facial features are not very beautiful and twisted and terrifying.

"How, what do you think? Could it be Tarasha?" Seeing Dresil staring at the body for a long time, Moloto broke the dead silence in the gloomy cell.

"No, Tarasha pays the most attention to his balance among major forces and countries. They will not do such a stupid thing. It is obvious that someone deliberately framed the blame. But... Although the idea of ​​this conspiracy is not very clever, he is very good at it.

You can lurk into a tightly guarded cell and kill an eleventh-level dark mage without the guards unknowingly. Don’t you think it’s a bit incredible, Moloto.”

"That's of course, otherwise the city lord wouldn't have asked us both to discuss." Captain Dwarf walked out of the foul-filled cell, and he and Dresil's views were consistent.

Only fools believe that Tarasha will kill the evil mage.

"Um?"

He saw some fragmented objects on the ground with sharp eyes, and waved his hand to signal the soldiers to come forward and pick up the things soaked in the blood.

After washing it in clean water, I suddenly realized that it was actually a broken mask.

White background, black lines.

There is a red winged emblem under the right eye, and the common term "697" is inlaid with special materials in the center of the forehead.

There are also a few fragments of armor made of black marble.

Black armor, mask, numbers.

People from the whole continent know that this is exactly the dress of regular members of the Blood Wing Mercenary Group, who have already squeezed into the top mercenaries in the mainland.

As a high rock dwarf, Moloto recognized at a glance that the fragments of the armor were from the craftsmen of their kingdom.

"It's not so good now. I thought it was a bad slander. But now it seems... the murderer was very prepared, and he just didn't throw a blood-winged body in the prison as evidence." Moloto walked back and forth in the cell, thinking hard about the meaning behind the incident.

When the city lord came to check it out, he fainted because he couldn't stand the bloody scene and was still lying in the nearby convention hall for treatment by the doctor.

The only ones who can make the decision are him and Dresil.

Although they all understood that this was the most obvious trumpet, what is the purpose of the trumpeter?

A knight of the Holy Dragon Knights hurried into the cell, attached himself to Dresil's ear and frowned; "I think, I already know what the purpose of the scapegoat is."

"Hey?!" Looking up from the contemplation, the Dwarf Captain looked at Dresil in surprise, not very clear about what he meant.

"We don't need to continue to speculate randomly. The Dead Master Steffier came to Osedrotien City in person to get his precious son who had already died."

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In the Blood Winged Stronghold called Boyas Castle, Roland stood in the blood-filled hall, swept at Allen, who had just rushed back from outside with a questioning gaze.

Originally, she was lying in her dormitory and closed her eyes to rest. When she heard the noise of riots downstairs, she happened to witness a member of the Blood Wings mixed up and returned to the stronghold with blood.

As soon as he entered the castle, he was blown away by someone using the "corpse explosion technique" from a distance.

"I'm in trouble now..." Alan stared at Fei Jian's blood clot in the room, and his eyes called for help met Roland's doubtful eyes.

"What the hell is going on?"

"That's it..." After roughly making a simple explanation, Allen did not expect anyone to dare to get into trouble with Blood Wings directly. Many people understood that this mercenary was entirely composed of the Dark Clan.

There are many undead, night elves, fallen knights, and even half-orcs, which can be regarded as the most elite part of Tarasha.

Even hostile forces generally need to avoid their edge and choose a relatively weak intelligence department or chamber of commerce to start.

"Tenango's father is a great master of the deceased." After pondering for a long time, Roland asked about the life experience of the evil master who had been killed.

"Yes. His father was originally from the declining nobleman of Rolian. He married into the Kingdom of Rotlan thirty years ago... It was Tenango's mother's family. Later, he fell into the evil path because of his dark magic and fell into the wrong path. These were all things Andre found out from the Magical Review Council."

Allen's answer reminded Roland of the doubt that he didn't come to ask last night.

"Andre...How did you get together? Isn't he a night elves? Why don't he go back to his own tribe, but instead stay in the blood wings."

"This... he himself said that because he had violated the laws of the clan before, he was exiled and had nowhere to go, so he could only stay in Blood Wings."

Is it really that simple?

Roland always felt that Andre could not give up returning to * just because of such a simple reason.

You should know that the power of the night elves has grown a lot now, especially when the northern continent has almost been occupied.

Even if he is exiled, he can get pardon as long as he changes to a new king. This is a common law between the night elves and the white elves. Why didn’t he return to the group, but instead chose Blood Wings... It’s suspicious no matter how you look at it.

"One more thing... why can ordinary undead move in the sun?" Alan, who was calling out to the servants in the castle to wash the hall, asked another question that puzzled her.

The Dead Knight Xinda is a middle-level undead. It is understandable that he can move during the day when the power of the earth's divine power is depleted.

But like Alan and the undead in Blood Wings, they are just ordinary undeads and they are absolutely impossible to go out during the day.

"This... we all used a special secret medicine." Allen took out a small dark vial and Roland took it with doubt.

As soon as I opened the bottle cap, a strong and pungent smell of oil immediately overflowed.

This...is...the fat of biological things.

"Allen, you actually use this thing!!" Roland was also helpless when he stared at the young man with a bitter smile.

Use black magic to dig down the animal's skin and flesh. After complicated refining, a small amount of oil can be extracted and applied to the skin can make the undead move during the day for a certain period of time.

This is actually not a secret technique. It was developed by Kebbutto's black magicians thousands of years ago. They called this "Bratov", which means burning fat.

Even the ghoul, who fears the sun most, can walk during the day before the sun burns out the fat on the surface.

However... the best Beratov is made of human flesh and blood, so this spell was naturally forbidden by the Church of Light and written into the book of taboos.

"Where did you get it? The Death Corps?" Although he understood the reason why the low-level undead such as Allen walked during the day, Roland's doubts were not solved, but deepened.

Only that place was created Beratov, but since Blood Wings were a rebel, how could they have contact with the leader of death?

"It was secretly refined by Andre. Have you forgotten that he is a dark mage and a night elf? No secret method and taboo will work for him?" Seeing that Roland's expression was obviously relaxed, Alan then talked about the news that the Dead Mage had arrived in Osedrotien City.

"This is obviously a conspiracy against us. I can even be sure that Tenango's death is unrelated to his father. What should I do now? The city lord has ordered the city to be closed down, only allowed to enter and not leave. We are trapped in Osedrothen and cannot leave this area before solving the murder of the evil mage." Although the combat power of the Blood Wing can completely break through forcibly, this way it is not admitted that the evil mage's death was done by the Blood Wing.

Allen was restless since he received the news from the city lord sent his servant.

The Dead Master came in person and must have prepared countermeasures and retreats, otherwise they would easily face Blood Wings.

After all, Tarasha is no longer the small mercenary group with only two hundred people five years ago.

"What does Andre say?" Roland would ask the Night Elf. In addition to being one of Tarasha's six-minded leaders, the more reason was that he was also an early think tank and military advisor of Blood Wings.

Andrei made an indelible contribution to this underground force formed by the dark clan scattered in the southern continent.

Although Roland has not guessed his purpose,... neither himself nor Tarasha has to rely on him.

"I can't contact him. He has lost news since he attended the Senate Council held by the Southern Continental Magic Association yesterday. These mages often forget about time when discussing spells." This is not the first time this happened, but fortunately, Roland is still there. This is the most gratifying thing for Allen. Although in terms of wisdom, General Nether War may not be as good as Andre, the dark mage, but Allen knew that no matter what happened, Roland would not leave them alone.

"So... don't move here, just keep it true." Looking at the servants starting to clean up the hall, Roland quickly stopped them from continuing to clean up. He asked Allen to gather all the members of the Blood Wing in Osedrotien City, and she wanted to know what everyone did from yesterday to early morning.
To be continued...