"What are you talking about?" Zelin stretched out his hands, indicating that he was not hostile. He could feel the maliciousness that suddenly appeared on the magician. "I just came from the fire-spreading sacrificial ground. I heard that you and a thief named Greylat came to the big library, and it has been a long time since you went back. Greylat is my friend. I came to him."

"I thought you were a magician from Dragon Academy." The magician nodded blankly. "Yes, I am Obek, and I am now Ash's magic teacher." He lowered his head again and began to organize the books scattered on it. "I came here with a thief. He said that he would look for some fine weapons and equipment on the wall outside the large library. He said that there is an armory, a residence for knights, and it must be valuable and expensive. I Tell him that it's not a place he can go, but he doesn't listen and insists on going, we just separate here. Ah...the weapon armor will be rusted and damaged one day, and the books in these bookshelves are supreme. Treasure."

"Where did he go?" Zelin asked.

"I usually don't answer other people's questions like this, but you reminded me in a timely manner. I say it again, you remember. Go up and go to the wall above. Now that you have passed through those bookshelves, you must be left. The traps you fall won't bother you...oh, I found it."

O'Baker picked up a large book with a brown cover among the piles of broken books, wiped the dust off the cover hard, and let out a long sigh. "He may have already left. What happened to Losric recently? First it was a thief, then an old man in a red turban, and then a passing knight. What is going on? Is the flame going to re-ignite? Has Ashes gone to spread the fire?...No, it's impossible." Oubeck threw out a bunch of questions, and then denied it himself. "I've always been here, I should know all the people in the past."

"Wait, what did you say?" Zelin frowned slightly. "An old man in a red headscarf?" This made the demon hunter think of someone. "Does he have a beard that can droop to his chest?"

He gave a general description of Gail's appearance, and after listening to Zelin's words, Oubeck nodded finally. "He came to the big library to look for things. He was really a rude person. He threw the books after searching everywhere. I met him the first day I came here, and he left the next day. If you didn't Don’t bother me with other questions. Leave quickly and don’t listen to advice like the thief."

"Do people in Peterheim treat people who saved their lives like this?" Zelin patted the scraps of paper that fell on his shoulders. "It's justified, it sounds really good."

Facing the irony of the demon hunter, Oubeck was silent for a few seconds.

"...Sorry, I have more important things, you heard, I am Ash’s magic teacher, I know a lot of magic, and Ash is a genius, a genius should be taught by someone more genius. I There is not much time. Ash’s thirst for knowledge reminds me of students who have just entered the Magic Academy, but Ash will eventually walk into the original stove and become a firewood firewood. I must be faster, and find more enough to be worthy of it. Go to Ash’s gifted magic. Since the student asked, how can I not understand as a teacher? If my magic is worse than Ash, how can I be qualified to call myself a teacher. So, unless you find a powerful magic scroll, don’t do it anymore. Excuse me."

"But your current behavior will only allow your students to find your body when they come here." Zelin took the ebony blade back to his waist. Sometimes, he would find that even in different worlds, the difference between people. Both are similar. "I haven't seen Ashes, and I don’t know what your relationship is with Ashes. I just want to tell you that if Ashes and you really have a relationship like what you described, a student who respects you and is eager to learn, then I can be sure, Ashes will definitely not want you to die here, not to let you take your own life to find some powerful magic scroll."

"You don't understand. At Peter Heim Dragon Academy, a person who has no progress in magic will be expelled, and an apprentice who has only taken a short time will surpass you. This is the proof of incompetence. Ash promised me, Will find a powerful magic scroll for me, and in return, I will impart magic knowledge. But I can’t continue to fulfill my promise, I hate it. This large library is too big, if you can, you help me bring the knowledge, also It is the scroll that records the mystery of magic. I will teach you all the rest of the magic. How, can I do it?"

"I have other things to do." Zelin shook his head. "If there are students surpassing the teacher, the teacher should be happy, not everyone can receive a genius student. And this is not Dragon Academy, right?"

"Maybe... I can teach you part of the magic right now. You are so lucky to meet me. What are you hesitating about, it is rare that I am willing to do something without receiving any return. Where are you going?"

Seeing Zelin turned and left, Obek asked from his back.

"I told you, I have other things to do, and my friend is still in a dangerous place." Zelin walked to the top of the large library. "I am very grateful that you can point me out a way. I reminded you, and you told me the way. We are even tied."

Obek not only let Zelin know about Grelart's whereabouts, but also an unexpected news. Gail unexpectedly also came to Losric. The demon hunter remembered Elder’s eldest lady saying that Gail went to find dyes for her to paint. The dyes were hidden at the top of the giant tree, a place no one knew. But Losric obviously had no connection with the top of some giant tree, and the Holy City of Fire Spreading was not a place that no one knew. Maybe Zelin will know something after he finds Greirat. However, since the large library is located at the top of Losric City, and there is no other way to the bottom, maybe he can directly meet the Gaelic Knight here.

"You abandoned powerful magic."

"Your magic is worth nothing compared to my friend."

Zelin didn't look back, and went straight to the steps leading up. He soon disappeared in front of Oubeck, leaving Oubeck with his hands on his chest, looking at the last burning candle on the candlestick. I don't know what I am thinking about.

In the end, the roar of the living corpse appeared again in the silent corridor of the large library, and Oubeck raised his head and looked at the porch where the sound of the living corpse came. Seems to be attracted by something, there are more and more living corpses here. Although he did find some rare magic knowledge, compared with this knowledge, the danger in the large library was completely disproportionate.

The strange knight has left.

Obek exhaled softly. The living corpse close at hand really frightened him. If it wasn't for this strange knight who suddenly broke in, he might have died in his seat. He thought that all the living corpses here had been killed by him, but now it seems that this is obviously not the case. There was a mistake in his investigative ability, which made him doubt whether his memory and ability were damaged.

He was not a mage at first, because he admired magic, he hoped to enter the Peter Heim Dragon Academy for further study. But the academy did not give him this opportunity, instead let him become a spy of the academy, a killer who wears the skin of a magician and does things with money. He thought that one day, the academy would accept him, and he firmly believed that one day he would be able to learn orthodox magic. As a result, he became undead at this time and was kicked out of the college.

Later, he went to the Punishment Forest to search for Urashilu's secret, only to meet the ashes passing by. He said to Ash that if he could find rare magic knowledge for him, he could teach Ash Magic. It seemed that Ashes could easily trust others, Ashes agreed, and Oubeck also came to the Fire Passing Sacrifice.

As a result, in the Dragon Academy, he was not able to come into contact with any magic, but in the fire-passing sacrificial field, he really came into contact with the mystery of magic. Ashes kept finding all kinds of magic scrolls for him, and he had always taught Ashes knowledge as he promised. At the beginning, he imitated the style of the academy tutor, wanting to teach some dragon duality, now it is really funny to think about it. Ash is a dead hero and a genius, and he soon learned all the magic. Until the last time, when Ashes came to Oubeck for advice on magic again, he could only take out his only two rings in embarrassment and tell Ashes that he had become a real magician.

He can no longer teach Ashes or other magic, and he can't face those eyes who are eager for magic knowledge. This reminds him of the appearance when he first arrived at Dragon Academy, so he came to the large library. Maybe when he learns the magic here, he can return to the fire-passing sacrifice field and continue to play an omniscient magic teacher.

Is this what he wants? Or did Ashes want it?

Obek stared at the pulsating candle, as if to see something in it.

Finally, he sighed.

"I still can't be a teacher."

He walked to the table, began to collect the scattered books, threw the found books into his own package, and prepared to leave.

The first thousand and forty-six chapters of the thief's end

The sky in Losric was still so dim.

The huge vines are floating in the sky. At first, Zelin thought it was a floating object blown away by the wind, but soon he realized that he was wrong. The giant butterfly-like vine was alive, a real creature. Flocks of butterfly vines floated in mid-air, gently waving two wings that should be wings, and uttered harsh wailing. Makes the dusk under the black ring sun even more tragic.

Standing on a high place, you can see the place where Losric disappeared more clearly below. Thick clouds have replaced the city. Zelin has no doubt that if the area of ​​the collapse were larger at that time, then the large library and nearby towers would definitely fall into the sea of ​​clouds together with Xiacheng. Carefully walk on the sloping eaves. Like Yanan, the biggest feature of this towering city is that the ground of one house is likely to be higher than the roof of another house. Sometimes, if you want to go around safely, just The image must go along the roof.

But here, the demon hunter encountered several unexpected creatures.

"Arakkoa..." Zelin stopped and looked at the six arakkoa in the corridor of the city wall in front of him. Among them, five arakkoa were fan-shaped standing in front of the last arakkoa holding a cane. They raised their bald heads and stared at the tip of the cane with tired and vacant eyes, as if they were listening or thinking. Like the arakkoa who seemed to be sacrificial, he remained motionless on the roaring city wall of Losric in the cold wind. If it weren't for their bodies would twitch uncontrollably from time to time, as well as their feathered arms, Zelin would probably still I thought they were sculptures here.

Why are arakkoa here?

All the arakkoa were tilting their heads. Zelin thought they were looking at the staff, but it didn't seem to be the case now. All the arakkoa were looking up at the sky, including the priest.

In the sky, except for those strange floating seaweed-like creatures, there is nothing else, only the sun like a black hole.

Zelin walked over and cleared his throat.

"Sorry, I want to ask..."

The six arakkoa turned their heads together, the eyes in their sockets glowed red.

"...Well, excuse me."

The next thing happened very quickly, and the arakkoa closest to the demon hunter suddenly landed on all fours and rushed over like a hunting dog. The other arakkoa also started scratching their bodies madly, the scene became chaotic, and their feathers flew around. Their attack was sudden, and Zelin subconsciously pulled out the ebony blade on his waist and slashed at the arakkoa's face. But the sword slashed in a haste, failed to cut the arakkoa's forehead, but cut open the cheeks wrapped in withered skin. The arakkoa screamed, and it knelt on the ground, and the feathers on its arms began to grow wildly. It was clutching its cheeks, as if scratching its head.

Zelin tried to rush to kill the enemy, but failed, and three arakkoa rushed in front of him. But now, the demon hunter has recovered from the initial attack. He took a step back and swung a sword leisurely, which made the head of the arakkoa rushing in front into two halves. He took a step back again, avoiding the sharp claws that came from him, and then easily stabbed the arakkoa's arm. When his wrist was turned over, the arm with thick feathers flew out and landed on a pile in the corridor. The gravel room.

The arakkoa are crazy, and their attacks are unstructured. It is more like a group of lunatics scratching wildly with their brute force and speed. But feeling the strength from the blade, Zelin bent down, and he felt the hard feathers across his back. The arakkoa's claws hit the wall fiercely, leaving three scratches on the wall. Its claws also shattered, and dark blood flowed out of it, and was thrown to the ground, but the arakkoa didn't feel a trace of pain, as if this arm didn't belong to it at all. Zelin retreated as much as possible, looking for opportunities to deal with the enemy. An arakkoa seems to have lost patience, perhaps becoming such a monster has no patience in itself. It flapped its feathered wings, jumped high, and raised its paws as it approached quickly, trying to give Zelin a vicious look, but this gave Zelin a chance. The demon hunter stepped forward suddenly, and the ebony blade to 4 made an arc from bottom to top, and cut the arakkoa who could not dodge in mid-air from his waist to his shoulder, and divided it into two.

The remaining three arakkoa fell one by one in front of Zelin. When Zelin pulled the blade from the arakkoa's chest, the unsupported corpse fell to the ground, revealing the arakkoa holding a scepter behind him. Compared with just now, this arakkoa has completely changed its appearance now. The huge wings grow savagely behind, the front part has already stretched to the front, like a silkworm chrysalis, which envelops most of its body. The arakkoa walked towards the demon hunter step by step, and his huge body cast a dim shadow on the ground where the corpse was upside down. The stream of flames blocked the arakkoa's path, and the flames gushing out were as hot and dazzling as the Igni rune. The tongue of fire licked the wings of the arakkoa and swallowed its steps. The arakkoa screamed, trying to interrupt the unknown flame, but was flexibly avoided by the demon hunter. In the end, its huge body crashed to the ground and turned into a huge flame, rolling down the eaves, dragging its tail of thick smoke and disappearing into the clouds below.

"Huh... **** it. Fortunately, Arakkoa in Eredel doesn't have these problems." Zelin complained and wiped his forehead, shaking off the sweat from his fingertips. The enemies here are strong or weak, but no matter how strong or weak, they are still within the range that the Demon Hunter can deal with. But compared with the enemy, this kind of tense spirit is the most unbearable.

Suddenly, he heard a faint cry.

"Yes... Is it your majesty?" This voice looked hoarse, but it made Zelin feel a little familiar. The voice came from the corner at the end of the aisle of this city wall. Zelin walked quickly past the arakkoa's body.

"I'm not a magician, but I'm not an irrational living corpse, where are you? I might be able to help you." Zelin squinted slightly, and his instinct told him that the voice did not come from behind the corner. , But from below. "Greirat, is that you?"

The voice was silent for a while.

"You, you, your voice, flame, I seem to have heard it somewhere."

"You must have heard of it, Greylat." Zelin finally determined the owner of this voice. Although there are some changes compared to before, and time has passed for a long time, if you listen carefully, he can still hear the same tone. "Come out quickly, **** it! You are so desperate to come to such a terrible place. Where are you? I haven't seen you yet."

"Conjurer, my God, you are still alive, come and help me." There was a hint of eagerness in the thief's voice. "By the way, be careful, be careful of the arakkoa outside, they are crazy!"

"It's okay, they won't jump out and hurt people anymore." Zelin retracted the ebony blade to the belt around his waist. He walked over looking for the sound. Finally, he stood on the edge of the corner of the city wall and looked down. , I saw a row of houses built on the bottom of the city wall below the city. The roof of the house was about six meters high from the city wall. But after the collapse occurred, it became a house standing on the edge of the cliff, and it could fall into the sea of ​​clouds with this section of the city wall at any time. Grelart was on the narrow roof.

Seeing Zelin poking his head out from the edge of the city wall, Grelart waved to him quickly, and there was a pile of various armor weapons beside the thief's feet.

"How did you get down?"