The sun has risen, and the battle under the tower is over. The living corpses and golems fell to pieces, and the puppet knights finally fell asleep again.

Mage Haida gave an order, and the sword and shield soldiers hurriedly hugged each other, forming a battering ram with uneven surface. Several silver front knights lined up, raised the battering ram, and began to rush towards the white tower gate.

The current gate of the White Tower is not a real door panel, but an incorporeal barrier made of magic. The half-elf Greendir specializes in alien studies, and has a lot of research on the spells of isolated space. When other mages deal with monsters, he has been cracking barrier spells.

The protection on the tower is not complicated. He has already explained the composition of the spell, but he can't break the protection. He vaguely feels that there is an undetectable power in it.

Suddenly, that power was withdrawn, and the structure of the protection technique changed. Based on the results of the analysis, Greendir designed a way to break the door in parallel with the enchanting attack and the physical attack: the wizards applied specific magic to the construct, the constructs hugged the siege ram, and the knight boys used physical attacks. Let the power erupt effectively.

The protection was quickly breached, and as the "gate" was torn apart, all the barriers on the tower gradually disappeared. The silver front knights walked into the tower cautiously, and the mages released a few small flying structures, letting them fly to the upper level, and they followed the knights.

They soon found Yylil in the conference hall. Of course, when they saw the trapped man in white, they didn't know who it was.

The silver-haired and white-clothed young man squatted in the dimensional shield. A black spear hung outside the shield. The spear exuded thick necrotic fluctuations... In the eyes of most people, this scene is more like Irel's spell and arrested an individual. quality.

Yylil made his face full of fear, and he said nothing no matter what the intruder asked.

Grindiel touched his chin and mumbled: "This kind of spell is rare, and it should be difficult to remove..."

Another mage said: "The protection can still be removed, but it is a little troublesome. The main reason is that the spear is not easy to handle."

"Let me see what's going on first." As he said, the half-elf released the analytical magic circle and began to observe.

After watching for a while, he and several other wizards got together and talked with each other in a whisper. Illil was using the avatar of Odette, and his hearing was very sensitive. Although the wizards were whispering to each other, he still heard a few words:

"There is no way inside, it can still be eliminated from the outside."

"In fact, waiting a few hours will be almost the same."

"There is no need to waste time."

"This chain is very clever..."

"I can't do it alone, I will be bitten back."

"This is easy. We can divide the work and build a chain spell, such as..."

"Sarah, you really have an idea. Well, yes, yes... it does work."

Half-elf Greendir turned his head and looked at the white-clothed boy: "Okay, since we have all analyzed clearly, then..."

The boy in white stood up and stared at him expectantly. He continued: "Then, we will not be able to unlock this spell."

Yylil finally couldn't help but yelled out: "What did you say?!"

Greendir snorted and said: "From the analysis results, the spear-shaped chain spell should have been left by Master Burris Gelshaw. Although we don't know your identity, since he wants to capture you, We can't let you run away."

"You get Burris!" Yrill shouted, "I want to talk to him alone!"

The half-elf laughed loudly: "Do you still want to throw a white glove at him to a duel?"

"Some things, I can only talk to him."

"Just say what you want to argue, and it's the same with us."

"You are not qualified to listen. What are you?"

Green Dier smiled and said, "I represent the Alliance of Five Towers Peninsula Wizards, why are you not qualified to listen?"

Several wizards nearby also stepped forward. The blue man raised the metal signet in his hand: "I represent Ms. Delores, the chairperson of the Austrian-French joint council." The tall female mage said: "I represent the Southwest Truth Tower and the Council of the Ten Nations." A gray The young man said: "I represent all the faculty and staff of Hilda Academy."

After they finished speaking, Green Dier asked the young man in white: "We have already identified ourselves, then, what are you?"

As soon as Illil was about to answer his mouth, a voice came from the dim corridor: "Well, you don't have to be so obsessed with your tongue..."

The mages all turned to the entrance of the conference hall and bowed slightly to the visitors. Burris Gershaw walked in slowly and nodded in return to the young people.

The current Master Gershaw was a little embarrassed. He didn't have a cane in his hand, his indoor robe was covered with scorched earth, and a layer of charcoal dust fell on his bald head.

Greendir and Haida were the closest to him, and they hurriedly greeted the eighty-year-old mage and helped him carefully among the people.

At this time, Odette and Siegfried remained in the altar, while Augilia hid on the spiral staircase, secretly listening to the movement in the chamber.

Of course Burris did not really grow old, he was still twenty years old. When he woke up, he couldn't remember what had happened. He looked at Sigfael, Augilia, and the huge black-and-white striped dragon beside him... and then sat in a daze for a long time.

He didn't remember how he came out of God's Domain. He only remembered that he was thrown into the Black Lake, Lott chased him in, holding him sideways, and chatting with him on the Gobi about how stupid Iriel was... What happened after that, his memory was blurred.

He still remembered that Lott would be forcibly pulled back into the world after inheriting the Black Lake. At the same time, the Black Lake plane would be ripped out of a gap, and the elements of God's Domain would spread like a plague...

Now it seems that none of this happened, the thin spots of the plane are gone, and the elements of the black lake have not spread. The most significant change in the world is that Odette has changed from a silver dragon to a zebra dragon.

Zebra Odette was in a state of trance, and he didn't respond to anything when asked. The black and white stripes on his body are not completely fixed, but are flowing at a very slow speed. Burris speculates that maybe Odette is fighting against some kind of force and cannot respond to the call of the outside world for a while.

More importantly...Where is Lott? Burris reappeared on the altar, but Lot was nowhere to be seen.

Burris leaned on the zebra dragon and chatted with Augustia for a while. Neither of them is actually too calm, but at this time they must be forced to calm down. Siegfried observed the situation under the tower while sobbing. After a while, he said that people outside had already penetrated the white tower.

Burris wondered, it's best not to let young people rush to confront Yrill. Therefore, even though he was worried, he could only temporarily leave the things on the altar and deal with the situation in the chamber first.

He cast a transformation spell for himself, turning back into the image of an eighty-four-year-old bald old man. Originally, he didn’t want to do this in front of his colleagues, because they would find that he was rippling with a steady stream of magic waves... But now the situation is different. The elements and magic waves on the frost plain have been sorted out by Odette, and they become very It is even and very difficult to identify, like a special meal for the toothless elderly that has been stirred into a delicate paste. Wizards cannot directly detect magic fluctuations, unless it is a type of fireball or stun gun that is visible to the naked eye.

At this time, the effect of elemental combing has not dissipated, and it is difficult for the wizards to find the sudden necrotic fluctuations, let alone small changes in the physical spell. They would only see Burris' old face, and would not realize that it had been transformed by magic.

In fact, it is not difficult to find fluctuations... just cast an analytical spell directly on Burris' face. However, no one would do this to the legendary master. Even if he disregarded etiquette to analyze him, he should also analyze his robes or material bags. Who would specifically study a ravine old face.

Burris was surrounded by the wizards and looked at the trapped Yylil.

He thought he would be stared at by Illil, but when his eyes met, Illil just slapped him with disdain.

Burris laughed blankly. It turned out that Yylil didn't recognize him as old.

Greendier asked, "Teacher, you caught this person? Who is he?"

Green Dier is not a personal apprentice of Burris, he has only listened to Burris in the teaching school, but he still used to call Burris as a tutor.

Hearing this question, the expression of the boy in white became obviously nervous. Burris thought to himself, now he understands who I am, and he is afraid of being seen through.

He knows what his reputation is like. When he has the advantage, he hopes that his name will spread far and wide, and people will be afraid to hear it; when he is in a predicament, his name is equivalent to an execution order, enough to make him die again on the spot.

From Yrill's uneasy expression, Burris also vaguely guessed one thing: Odette may have been disconnected from Yrill. In the altar, Siegfried and Augilia had guessed like this.

Odette has taken back all the avatars, only this white-clothed boy is trapped in the dimensional shield. Now that something has happened to Odette, the avatar he stayed outside has been completely rejected and turned into an ordinary one. Human flesh.

This ability is equivalent to creating humans out of thin air... Burris silently sighed that Odette deserved to be called the only miracle in the world.

Burris and the white-clothed boy looked at each other for a few seconds, and slowly said, "I don't know his specific identity. I only know that he has a deep connection with the lord of the White Tower, Yylil, and I can't let him run away."

This conclusion is not unexpected. The wizards all believe that the abnormality of the White Tower must be related to Yylil. Greendir asked: "Then look...what do you do now?"

"I'll break his defenses, and you will make an arcane cage together," Burris said, "then send him to the Austrian Federation. The Federation naturally has experts to find out everything."

The wizards nodded in agreement, and began to prepare spells according to Burris's wishes. Illil lowered his head and was silent, perhaps secretly relieved.

Also relieved was Augilia outside. She was worried that things related to the Maharaja would be leaked.

Speaking of Illil, he must talk about his purpose, and speaking of his purpose, it will definitely expose Odette. By the way, Augilia, Siegfried, and the demigod (who may have become the true god) will also be exposed to people's vision.

Augilia is not very familiar with the world, and she can't tell why it's bad after exposure. She just instinctively thinks this situation must be bad.

Augilia heard the wizards chanting spells in unison, including a certain spell from Burris... He removed the dimensional shield, and the black chain spell spear pierced into Yylil's body, trapping him in place. At the mercy of people.

Yrill did not reveal his true identity, nor did Burris reveal him.

Augilia couldn't tell for a moment whether it was because the old mage had softened his heart, or just because he wanted to protect Odette and the master.

When the wizards began to move outward, Augilia floated, hid in the shadow of the upper layer and continued to listen and watch.

The silver front knights carried a translucent brown square force field, probably this is the arcane cage that Burris said. Yylil was locked inside, and the black spear strung him with a hollow stone slab behind him. His eyes were spiteful as if he was about to breathe fire, but he could only lie in the cage.

The knights lined up neatly down the spiral staircase, the wizards followed in twos and threes, and Grindiel led Burris to the end.

Burris whispered: "I suggest you open a large teleportation array directly and don't delay too much time on the road."

Greendir nodded and said: "Yes, we think so too. When the Silver Front Knights came, they used a large pass. We plan to borrow their finished products and return to the North Star City with them first, and then contact Other wizards of the Austrian Law Federation. After all, it takes time to temporarily arrange a large array of magic, so maybe this is better."

"Okay, the City of the North Star is very good," Burris said with a chin, "After I go out, I will not act with you. I teleport back to the Mountains of No Return by myself. When you need me, you will contact me in time."

The half-elf nodded repeatedly. He had heard of Burris’ experience when he was young, and speculated that the old man must not like being close to the North Star City. Moreover, human beings are already quite fragile at the age of eighty and four. The old man tossed in the north for a night and must have been exhausted. Although Burris's assistance is indispensable for follow-up investigations, he should at least be allowed to return to the tower to fix it.

"Do you need me to accompany you back?" Greendir asked.

"No, an apprentice is following me. She is still young and can't cope with these things, so I let her hide in the lowest level. Now that the tower's protection is broken, she and I can go out."

Hearing this, Augilia immediately floated from the window to the tower, descended to the first floor and got in again, found a messy corner, and squatted down in an innocent manner.

This reminded her of a previous scene: the master told her to hide in the firewood in the backstreet of the tavern to pretend to be dizzy in order to scare Black Pine... I didn't expect that the master's mage was also good at deceiving people like this, no wonder the two of them could get along.

The half-elf holding the old mage successfully found the "young apprentice". The "Apprentice" was dressed in dark, hiding behind the dark ruins, with a very natural expression of horror on his face.

Grindiel handed Burris to her and told her to take good care of the elderly. After parting with Glindil, Augilia walked towards the tower with Burris, and found a place to disguise the illusion of being teleported away.

Augilia was secretly surprised that Burris was pretending to be old, but his footsteps were really a little vain.

Burris used a short-distance instant teleportation and took Augilia back to the spiral staircase in the tower. The altar can't be reached by magic. If you want to go back, you still have to step on the correct stone brick all the way down.

"Your name is Augilia, isn't it?" Burris walked ahead, his back bowed lower and lower.

Augilia has seen other old people walking like this. They can stand up straight for a while, and they get more and more rickety as they walk... But Burris is twenty years old, and he can be normal as long as he removes the changes in his body. Walked, did he forget this?

Augelia held back the question and replied: "Yes, I am Lord Lotbard's first creation."

Burris didn't speak for a long time, but walked down silently while supporting the wall.

When almost reaching the bottom, Burris asked again: "Can you feel where the Bone Maharaja is?"

Augilia replied: "Now...I can't feel it."

"If you don't feel it, don't you be in a hurry?" The old man turned around tremblingly. He was taken aback for a moment, realizing his failure, and then bowed his head and sighed, "Sorry, I'm not accusing you. Come on, we First find a way to take Odette away."

The author has something to say:

I don’t know why it’s so fun to write about the very old Burris...

Besides, don’t worry about Lott, this is not an abuse article. Just look at Odette’s appearance and you will know that there is definitely no knife.

(.................. But he really didn't become the black stripes on the dragon, really not......)