As soon as Grete landed, he heard Bernard shouting at the top of his lungs. The barbarian's voice, like nothing else, was absolutely full of energy, and could be heard clearly across the yard and the wall. Grete stood on tiptoe and shouted:
"I'm here! Open the door!"
"coming!"
With a creak, the door of the laboratory opened, and the barbarians rushed out. Taking advantage of this moment, Master Deskard turned his head and asked Gretel:
"How many intruders are there? When were they discovered? Did you come over immediately?"
"There is only one..." Gray gathered his nerves and reported to the legendary mage. Master Deckard listened silently and snorted:
"Who told you not to advance? As long as you know some level 2 magic, you won't be so embarrassed!"
Grete lowered his head, not daring to say anything. Master Descartes pushed up his monocle and looked at the top of the little guy's head. He was actually quite satisfied -
The mage dared to fight back when being approached by a warrior, he could still fight back and forth, and he could hurt him twice with his unique magic. His fighting instincts were really good. Well, how could a child of the plasticity department not know this?
fight?
We at Thunder Horn have always been the number one combat force of the Magic Council!
Of course, the escape from the back is also timely and decisive. If you win, fight, if you can't win, retreat and ask for help. Children must not show off. The magic constant plan of the [Endless Ink Pen] was designed by him personally, and the purpose is
In order to save the little one's life as much as possible.
By the way, speaking of escaping——
He took off his monocle, flexed his fingers, and flicked the edge of the glasses several times. A trace of electric light flew out of the lens and shot in all directions, followed by a white light rising straight up. He saw Grete looking at him eagerly and giving random instructions.
Two sentences:
"First set the space lock to prohibit the use of teleportation in the surrounding areas. Then summon the surrounding patrol teams to block and arrest people. By the way, is the intruder still inside?"
Gretel honestly expressed that he didn't know. The legendary mage raised his hand and a wave of magic swept out:
"No, he ran away. Let's go in first when the patrol comes to arrest him."
"Wait!" Grete quickly reached out to stop him: "Let's see if there is any leakage in the laboratory first!" That thief, or any other profession, must not break through the wall!
"What do you think?"
The legendary mage raised his chin to him. Gretel looked at him, and then at Master Carlisle next to him. Seeing that both of them looked like "we won't do anything, you can handle it yourself", he thought for a moment:
"Can you give me a spell... that can help me see where it is hot? Such as low-light vision, dark vision, etc."
The two high-level mages looked at each other. Master Carlisle raised his hand, and a spell fell on Gretel. Gretel only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the brightness of his vision suddenly increased by several levels, as if it had changed from night to dusk.
.He looked around carefully and shook his head:
"This one doesn't work. Can I change it to another one?"
There was another flash. This time, what came into view was an almost black and white picture, and the crack in the door of the laboratory and the outlines of the people around him were obviously brighter than the environment. If you compare carefully, the two magicians were slightly darker.
, the barbarian's torso and skin, especially the mouth and nose, are particularly bright.
That’s right!
This is what I want - infrared vision with heat source sensing function!
Gretel jumped up and ran to the laboratory. He looked at the walls and the roof one by one. The temperature inside was definitely higher than outside, not to mention that he had also lit a white fire once, and the temperature increase was even more astonishing. But if the walls are a little bit
Cracks, internal air leaking out, under infrared vision——
There is no escape!
"He reacted quite quickly." Behind him, Master Carlisle praised in a low voice. The Lord of Thunder snorted:
"As long as he reaches the third level of mage, you don't need to do anything."
Master Carlisle lowered his head and smiled bitterly. The two high-level mages stood side by side, watching Gretel go up and down, carefully inspecting the entire outer wall of the laboratory, almost lying on the wall.
Halfway through the inspection, the wind howled overhead, a shuttle rushed over, and five great magicians filed out. It was obvious that the review committee was dispatched urgently, and there might be some related factions. All the magicians were present. The leader was the one
The mage, who was wearing a black robe with a skull embroidered on it, was impatient and rushed over:
"How's it going! How's it going!"
"I haven't seen the leak yet!" Grete looked up and replied. The black-robed mage breathed a sigh of relief, but also looked a little disappointed, and his steps slowed down. The other red-robed mage quickly passed him:
"teacher!"
The Lord of Thunder nodded: "Here we come. Arrange the patrol team. When the mages from the law enforcement team arrive, ask them to track the intruder and catch it as soon as possible. I just saw it. There is only one person who invaded. He used [Shadow Jump]
】When entering and exiting the laboratory, the first point of contact is..."
With a flick of his fingertips, a ray of white light flew out far away and hung at the tip of the long grass. The red-robed mage nodded repeatedly, immediately turned to the back, and pulled over a mage with misty eyes, as if he was drunk:
"Quick, quick, help me find the traces of the intruder!"
"I have to do this... we can't wait for the law enforcement team..." the man he pulled over muttered. The red-robed mage pushed him hard: "Hey, you are from the prophecy department! This is your job.
!”
"But my specialty is stargazing..."
The mage from the prophecy department was a little reluctant. He looked down at the haystack, threw a spell casually, and gave a sharp shudder:
"Danger! Great danger!"
His movements suddenly accelerated, and his fingers rolled dizzyingly, as if he were driving from 0.5x speed to 2x speed. For a moment, a glistening green light shot out from his fingertips, illuminated the footprints on the ground, and then jumped up and quickly lit up.
A large series of footprints.
Horse hooves were like thunder. A patrol team had just arrived and was caught by the review committee:
"Let's go! Follow the tracer magic and catch people!"
The prophecy mage breathed out. The next moment, he turned to the laboratory, his eyes suddenly bulged, and one finger shook like a convulsion:
"A bad omen, I saw a bad omen - a bad omen enough to destroy the city of Nevis - a greater danger, here -"
"Then ruin it!"
Two great magicians from the protection department and the conjuration department walked over side by side. The rotating mage from the conjuration department had a good face and even nodded to Gretel and smiled, but the one from the protection department had a cold expression on his face. One hand
He grabbed the red-robed mage of the plasticity department and pointed at the laboratory with his other hand. His saliva flew everywhere and sprayed all over the other person's head and face:
"Who approved the construction of this laboratory! Ah?! How can such a dangerous thing be given to a child to play with? It is still built in the city and has no protection at all. If something happens, will the entire parliament follow?
Unlucky?"
"Little Child" Gretel Nordmark rushed over happily and was about to announce that the outer wall was not leaking when he was stopped in his tracks by the roar of the great magician.
A second-level magician - when this laboratory was built, he was still a first-level magician - has close to zero combat power in the eyes of high-level magicians. The unspoken rules of the Magic Council are that magicians below the fifth level cannot be independent.
Presiding over the Mage Tower is equivalent to not being qualified to preside over important topics. Everyone pretends not to see an inconspicuous gadget, a laboratory that may destroy the city...
How could such a thing be left in the hands of a second-level magician?
but--
"It can't be destroyed! The exterior wall is in good condition and there is no leakage at all!!!"
Gretel exclaimed. He has purified so many pathogenic bacteria. If you give him a little more time, he can make penicillin! And can the P4 laboratory be destroyed at will? Do you want to blow it up or bury it deep?
With just a little carelessness, germs can spread throughout the city!
"Can't be destroyed!" The mage on duty of the necromantic system was also anxious. He took a step across, blocking the front of Gretel, and stood opposite the great magician of the protection system:
"This project was commissioned by us! It's almost finished! I've seen it, and the stuff it's made is very powerful and very useful to our plague branch! This laboratory is under our protection. If something goes wrong, Black Crow Swamp will be responsible!"
"It's not your turn yet." Next to the great magicians, the Lord of Thunder snorted coldly. He pushed up his monocle, pointed at the red-robed mage, and scolded him:
"Children are immature, don't you understand either?! Whatever he wants to do to the laboratory, you can do it to him? How can such a big laboratory not have any magic defense at all?!
——He only knows how to prevent the things he made from being leaked. He is a two-level kid, but he doesn’t know what kind of protection is needed to withstand the invasion of foreign enemies! What’s the use of you?! Before approving this project, he doesn’t use his brain to think about it.
think?
What's going on in your head? Is it because you've been using the plastic energy system for a long time, and your skull is filled with magma?"
As soon as the legendary mage spoke, red-robed mage Sam immediately stood up straight, lowered his head, and accepted the training honestly. That laboratory was part of the reward given to Gretel, and the scale and construction budget were determined by the entire review committee, not him alone.
He should not be the one to shoulder the blame when someone makes the decision. But, should he be scolded by the teacher...
Then just listen, how can you still say something back?
The great magician of the protection department silently let go and took two steps to the side to avoid the anger of the legendary mage. The man from Black Crow Swamp breathed a sigh of relief, but was a little unwilling to do so.
The room was turning back and forth. As for the other two, they felt a little weak in their hearts. They just hoped that the wrath of the Lord of Thunder would not fall on them. How could they dare to say anything?
Master Descartes cursed for half an hour at once, and the current surged on the monocle, as if it might burst out at any time. The magicians around him stood at attention and listened quietly, and also stayed with Grete for half an hour.
Observe your nose, your nose and your mouth, your mouth and your heart, stand aside with your ears upright, and you finally know why the legendary mage came to the scene in person:
If the Lord of Thunder does not come, which gentleman from the review committee can write the word "demolish" to the laboratory and be able to stop it?
Or does he want to watch the great magicians fight live?
The stormy reprimand finally came to an end. Master Descartes turned to Gretel with a gentle expression:
"Little guy, since you want to say there is no leak here, then prove it to us."