Advent of the Archmage Chapter 17: Be sure to stop him!

Gricestone, Garden District.

A huge black hound sniffs and sniffs on the street, behind it is the dark elf magician Homer and a dark elf assassin.

Tracking is a careful work, and the speed can't be raised naturally. It takes a full hour for the dark elf to track Link to the pier where the Gris River branches.

After arriving here, there was an accident and the smell broke.

The earth hound was circling around the pier nonstop, and his mouth groaned ‘oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooingtiing out, and he seemed helpless.

"Sir, he must be on the ship, what should I do?" Terry asked.

"Crap!" Holm snorted, standing by the pier, thinking about the river, and soon he got a clue: "Go, look down the river, he can't be on the river all the time, sure Will go ashore somewhere. "

"Sir, if he goes upstream?" Terry hesitated.

Hom thinks this warrior is a mentally handicapped person, and glances at him obliquely: "There is a hundred times more magicians than rowing in the matter of boating. Do you think we should look downstream or upstream?"

"Downstream."

Terry was persuaded. Indeed, rowing against the current is a skill and a force. He is rarely a warrior, let alone a weak magician.

A group of dark elves came ashore and went down the river, ignoring the chaotic people scrambling around in the garden area. In fact, no one dared to mess with them.

After about twenty minutes of walking, the ground hound snarled, then quickened his pace, and it began to sniff on the ground again.

"I found it!" Holm was also a joy in his heart. Tracking was actually a gamble. Before he found a person, no one knew if he would win. Now he wins.

Hom can obviously feel the admiration of the dark elf assassins around him, and he enjoys it.

Unconsciously, he has a straighter back and a higher head.

This is the entrance to the commercial area. The streets are obviously depressed. Although there are a few scurrying figures, it is much less than the garden area. The interference of odor is greatly reduced, and the speed of tracking by the land hounds is accelerated.

Another hour, it was already one o'clock in the morning, and Holm and the assassins stood at the entrance to the old town.

"The situation is not good. Is he going to the old town to rescue the female chief of MI3?" Homer frowned. He knew that the female chief was also the main target of the assassins. Unlike other people, he was above him. The requirement for this female chief is to capture.

"Hurry up!" Holm exclaimed, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The number of people in the old city is even smaller, and the speed of tracking of the land hounds has accelerated again. About ten minutes later, Home came to the fountain square.

The situation on the square surprised the dark elves.

The building on the side of the square was almost completely burned, leaving only the ruins with smoke on it, indicating that the fire was just extinguished shortly after.

Dozens of flesh-blooded corpses are lying on the square. Although some are difficult to distinguish, these are dark elves in terms of body shape and clothing fragments.

Hom saw sharply on the ground that there were still many water traces. He stepped closer and felt the back of his hands. The water traces were cold, and some of them were unmelted slag.

"The power of magic ... is a secondary ice storm. He has been here!" Holm frowned, not only because the other party had come, but also because he felt the power of high-level magic.

Second ice storm, level 2 magic, this young magician turned out to be a level 2 magician instead of the level 1 magician he imagined.

This level is already the same as him, and the situation is a bit tricky.

However, Holm has full confidence in his magic: ‘The other party is very young and has less accumulation. Perhaps he has mastered this magic, but he has absolutely no magic skills. If I play against him, I can definitely defeat him! ’

He has been immersed in magic for many years and has his own unique understanding of magic, which is the source of his confidence.

Footsteps came from behind. Turning around, it was Terry. He came over with a dark elf assassin. Holm had amazing memory. At a glance, he recognized that the assassin had not followed the previous tracking team. In other words, the opponent should have witnessed the battle in Fountain Square.

"What happened here?" Homer asked.

The assassin's face still has a deep shock: "It's a magician, terrible magic! He summoned the snow storm, he killed the leader! Run away with Anne Abel. Madam Dark is on top, it's terrible "(Ms. Dark, another name for Rose Queen)

"Which way are you going?" Homer asked.

"I don't know. They eventually went to the tavern. We chased them in, but we didn't find their shadow. We suspected that there was a secret passage, but we couldn't find it." The assassin looked helpless, and there was a little fear, this matter If he fails, he will definitely be severely punished.

"There must be a secret in the tavern!" Holm looked at the tavern in the distance, and looked at the land hound with a shoulder height of two meters.

The Land Hound is too big to squeeze into the tavern.

However, Holm is not helpless. He ponders the countermeasures: ‘The construction of closed roads is very difficult. It ca n’t be too long or meaningless. The two or three hundred meters should already be the limit. ’

Thinking of it, he said to the assassin, "How many people are left?"

"76 people," the assassin answered.

"Where are they now?"

"I'm all out looking for someone."

"Very good." Holm walked a few steps in place, and suddenly a thought jumped into his mind: "Why must I chase behind their butt? They escaped, what is the most likely thing to do?" Wouldn't it be great if I stuck in front of me? "

So the new question is here. Where is the opponent most likely to go?

As soon as this question is asked, the answer is immediately available.

"The other party is most likely to go to the city guard barracks. Once they control the command of the barracks, they will not just escape as simple as that, they will come back directly! No, this must not be allowed to happen, **** it!"

Hom's heart was shocked. He found that it didn't matter whether the young magician and Annie Abel escaped. It was important to ensure the chaotic state of the city guard barracks.

Otherwise, once the magician and the MI3 leader entered the barracks, it would be even more powerful. The dark elves who sneak into the city are absolutely dead!

"Gather people now and go to Hols Castle!"

Halls Castle is the family castle of Lord Hosmin. Hols, located in a valley to the west of the city, just north of the old town.

At this time, Lord Count Hausmin is over. He is so lascivious that this is his fatal flaw.

Three hours ago, he died on the bed, killing him by a beautiful elven assassin carefully cultivated by the Dark Elves for more than ten years. In fact, the people inside Hols Castle have been killed.

The city guard barracks is near Halls Castle. The city guard commander has been poisoned a day ago, and the officers are dead. At this time, the city guards are completely headless. Someone may be there. They will come out and try to restore order, but these people are not enough to threaten the dark elves.

But now, both that magician and Anne Abel are enough characters, so they must be stopped.

Whether the Dark Elf or the Terran, the status of a magician is very high. Although Holm is not a nominal action commander, when the commanders are finished, he naturally becomes the leader of the team.

Dark Elf Assassins found the backbone, and within ten minutes, they assembled, and the assassins brought home by Hom from the School of Magic had a total of more than 150 people.

This number already accounts for more than half of the total number of guests who sneak into Griston City, and there is also a second-level magician who is already a very powerful force.

"Quicken your pace! It's too late!" Holm yelled loudly, and he snapped his fingers. The earth hound suddenly fell down, he crawled behind his back, and the hound began to run at high speed.

Dark Elf Assassins run behind the hound.

The speed of the earth hounds is very fast. Soon, Holm left the assassins behind. This was a dangerous move, but he didn't care. He believed that he was absolutely capable of dealing with that magician, even if there were assassin accomplices around him. The same!

...........

The dark elves who tried to intercept Link and Annie didn't find it. When they were meeting, a petite figure looked at them quietly in a remote corner of Fountain Square.

It was Assassin Jasmine who was rescued by Link in the middle. After elemental healing, she rested for almost half an hour, and she has recovered most of her strength.

"No, the captain and that magician are in danger, I must inform them immediately!"

Jasmine sneaked into the tavern quietly, and in the underground wine cellar, she found the secret way, rushed forward all the way, and soon she emerged from the exit of the dwelling house.

The young couple in the house looked at her with amazement.

"Have the captain been here?" Jasmine asked quickly.

The young husband nodded: "He's been here, but he just left, and he hasn't walked for three minutes."

"Which way are you going?"

"It's not clear, but it's north." The young man wasn't sure. As a member of MI3, he never asked much.

"I see. You're going to seal the secret now, if anyone comes out, you must be the enemy!" Jasmine cried.

The little couple nodded hurriedly.

Jasmine opened the door and chased out. She probably knew the path the captain would take. She rushed all the way. When she entered an alley, a figure suddenly rushed out, and a dagger hit her throat. Then the dagger was retracted, and a familiar familiar voice came over: "Jasmine, are you?"

Jasmine was relieved: "Captain, I have very important information!"