Azur Lane: I Crossed the Graduation Port Area

Chapter 1388 Tower Mage
The Goblin Lair in the Southwind Plains is located in a cave on a small hill, hidden by bushes.

As a foreign race in the royal court in the past, the goblins are now found throughout the entire continent of Saint Lothalon, and there is a very distinct division of labor within the tribe.

These cunning aliens had their royal throne destroyed in the frozen ground by the swordsman Natlan thousands of years ago, causing their ethnic heritage to be cut off and they became no different from monsters.

But for the mortals of the Teaching Country, once the Goblin Tribe grows stronger, it will still be an extremely dangerous existence in the region.

It is not uncommon for many fledgling low-level mercenary groups to suffer disastrous defeat in goblin nests due to their arrogance.

However, the goblin nest in the South Wind Plains, which should have been noisy and bustling, was now eerily quiet and lifeless.

Instead, above the hill of this nest, there stood three figures holding magic wands and wearing magic cloaks of different colors.

These magic cloaks are made of expensive silk cloth, and there are patterns of towering spires on the back of the cloaks, indicating their identities.

The authority on magic in Saint Lothalun - the Tower Wizard.

Behind the three of them, there was a cage truck parked.

Inside the cage were two young alien girls who were in a coma.

The two foreign girls in academy uniforms were actually the forest elves and half-dragon who were supposed to be sent to Shimmering Stone City by the bandits and handed over to slave traders.

"Lord Duran's plan is truly flawless.

"Use part of the real clone of the Simulacrum to create the illusion that I was killed by a slave trader. This way, even if the investigators sent by the National Academy use the seventh-level prophecy, they will not be able to trace us back."

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

It was none other than Delofen, the sixth-rank wizard who served as a mentor of the School of Protection at the National Paladin Academy and who was supposed to have died in the South Wind Plains Labyrinth!

His pale face with hair and beard was full of flattery and greed. He looked at the leading magician wearing a blue cloak representing the illusion faction and asked tentatively:
"A total of four gifted aliens, the right to browse the High Tower Think Tank and the spell list of the seventh-level protection school promised by Lord Duran..."

"Don't worry, Delofen. You provided us with four excellent alien experimental materials at one time, and you also willingly gave up your position as a mentor in the academy. The promised reward will certainly be yours."

The tower wizard named Duran did not speak. Instead, the wizard next to him, wearing a blue cloak representing the Enchantment faction, chuckled in a charming female voice:
“When the enchanted puppets we have arranged in Shimmerstone City deliver the remaining two little cuties, you will return with us to the main city of Zrenburg and head to the High Tower Plane.

"Then someone from your School of Protection will arrange a new position for you."

After receiving the other party's assurance, Delofen, who was nearly eighty years old, was so excited that his whole body was shaking, and even his breathing became heavier.

The Tower Plane, he was finally able to go to the Tower Plane and got a permanent position.

This is the dream that countless national magicians pursue throughout their lives.

Entering the tower think tank and obtaining a list of high-level spells are opportunities that a wild mage like him cannot obtain even if he burns everything he has.

Abjuration, conjuration, divination, enchantment;
Evocation, illusion, necromancy, transmutation.

The eight major magic factions are also the spell factions mastered by the mages of the entire Saint Lothalon teaching country.

For the vast majority of magicians, magical knowledge is everything. In pursuit of 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 bloodline of the royal family of the Dragon Heart Court - the Fierce Black Dragon.

The blonde forest elf girl is the youngest daughter of the Elf King of the Holy Forest Royal Court and may very well be the next Elf King. Her study abroad in the Teaching Country this time is an important mission to promote the future cooperation between the Holy Forest Royal Court and the Teaching Country.

He managed to use various excuses and reasons to get rid of the accompanying forest elf troops and paladins, and now his plan was very close to success.

Although Delofen did not dare to speculate rashly, he could clearly see that such a bold action was backed by a tacit understanding reached among the top leaders of the eight major schools in the High Tower.

After all, the Shengsen Royal Court is not an ordinary royal court, but an alien alliance that has truly reached the national level.

If the Holy Forest Royal Court and the Teaching Nation reach a cooperation, how can the tower mages seize experimental and magical materials from the Holy Forest Royal Court in a formal manner?

What's more, there are a large number of war mages in the Crusaders who are employed by the church and hold important positions.

Once they cooperate with the foreign royal court, these war wizards will be unemployed without exception. Magic is built on the sacrifice of countless lives. This old saying engraved in the hearts of every magician is not for nothing.

Only by keeping the Church Kingdom hostile to the various foreign royal courts can the Tower gain greater benefits.

"Ok?"

But while the three wizards were waiting on the gloomy hill, Duran, with his face hidden under the hood of his cloak, looked towards the direction of Shimmering Stone City and uttered a light exclamation.

"Why are the elements in the air around me no longer under my control? Could it be that a high-ranking Shaper Mage has come to the South Wind Plains?"

As an eighth-rank illusionist standing at the top of the wizard pyramid, Duran, in his spare time, also studied some energy-shaping spells that controlled natural elements to assist himself.

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 powerful monsters, alien races, or energy-shaping wizards have arrived here.

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

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

He was about to turn around and ask Delofen to cast a sixth-level protective spell, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the horrifying scene behind him.

The figures of his wife and the old man were shrouded in a dark fog and were constantly disintegrating. Even their souls were being shattered by the dark fog.

And a substantial black fog had already appeared behind him without him noticing when.

There were two red dots flashing in it, like the scrutiny of a devil, which made his scalp tingle and even took away the courage to chant the spell.

"What a good calculation! I was wondering why a 6th-rank protection mage died without even a soul left."

Lin Lan, who had hidden his figure in the invisible black mist, looked at the illusionist and sneered.

Brought here with him, whose figures were hidden in the invisible mist, were Joffre, Marco Polo, Helophon and two foreign girls.

As early as when they decided to come to the goblin's lair, he had already discovered that all the goblins here had fallen into a deep sleep, and were replaced by three high-level wizards gathered here.

But even he didn't expect that a seemingly ordinary journey to school would involve so many things.

Behind him, Klauia and Imis covered their mouths in a daze, looking with red eyes at the disintegrating figure of the "mentor" who had protected them before.

They, hidden in the black fog, heard every word of what their mentor had just said clearly.

It turns out that from the beginning, their mentor wanted to send them to the tower to be dismembered and used as spell materials or as subjects for magic experiments.

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

"According to Article 16 of the Holy Law, anyone who participates in the kidnapping and smuggling of foreigners who have been granted legal status by the Church shall be considered 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 squeezed 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 its fingertips flashed a faint light, as if it still wanted to fight to the death.

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

In an instant, more invisible black mist transformed into five piercing spears, which pierced through the mage's body and completely wiped out his life.

The prophecy spell that the other party had mentioned before also reminded him.

He knows that he needs to root out the problem completely, and now he has much more power than that.

"Prophecy? That's interesting. I want to see who's behind you."

(End of this chapter)