A tall figure stepped out of the broken wall and fluttered her long hair towards the garden.

Galadia's shirt had been torn, revealing her pale jade shoulders, and the blood on her forehead ran down her cheeks, staining her left face and shoulders red.

Having lost too much blood, she staggered and took out a bottle of red crystal clear liquid from her waist and drank it, wiped the blood from her mouth and threw the crystal bottle aside, looking indifferently at the strong orc in front of her.

The eyes that have always been happy and beautiful shone with a cold light, like a blade thrown at the enemy. She opened her lips slightly, and sang softly the words of defeating the enemy.

"I identify that the creature in front of me is the enemy of nature."

She didn't know when her left eye became as dazzling as a ruby, but just a glance seemed to be captivating.

"Heh, elf, I like it, wild," the strong orc swept his gaze down from Galadia's bare shoulders, looked up and down several times with a satisfied expression, and said word by word, "Others, Feminine, vulnerable. You, yes."

As soon as the voice fell, the strong orc's feet suddenly bent and launched, rushing towards the elf ranger like thunder.

"Bang!" The strong orc who bounced off the ground suddenly fell heavily to the ground. A group of dense thorns grew out of thin air on the flat lawn, entangling his feet.

"What is this?" Rudias exclaimed in the room.

"Weeds!" The strong orc stretched out his hands and ripped the thorns on his feet, but his hands seemed to be drunk as if they were drunk.

"What kind of spell is this?! No, why aren't there chants and mantras?" Rudias yelled, ignoring Griffith who was attacking the shield. "Isn't this a spell?"

Under Griffith's full attack, the transparent shield has begun to show signs of shattering.

Galadia completely ignored the mage's cry. Beside her, a big tree dropped its branches, rolled up the longbow that had fallen on the ground, and handed it to the elf respectfully.

The elf ranger skillfully took off the bowstring, wrapped his hands tightly and pulled it twice, and walked towards the strong orc with graceful steps.

"I know! I know!" Rudias continued to shout despite the fact that his shield was damaged, "You are actually a high-ranking elves, a favored one who has received the gift of the gods! You are not comparable to the previous one! Strong orcs, catch her! Quickly grab the clues to the evolution of life!"

The strong orc finally broke free from the thorns on his feet, and jumped up like an elves.

But this time his pounce was in vain. Obviously it was pounced on the elf that was close at hand, but the strong orc only caught the air for some reason.

"Your eyes are not very good~" Galadia took advantage of the situation to wrap the bowstring around the neck of the strong orc who was rushing into the air, and jumped onto his back and tightened the bowstring.

"Ow! Oooo!" The strong orc howled like a beast, struggling frantically. It waved its hands like it was grabbing behind its back, its burly body jumping on the grass. But the tightened bowstring locked his throat, and the more he struggled, the more he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

This mighty creature with amazing strength and speed did not know how to fight such a strangulation, and fell into a suffocation that could not be broken free.

"My masterpiece!" Rudias cried out in pain as he saw his creation gradually lose the vitality in his eyes and fell to his knees, "No!!"

The shield suddenly failed, and the mage jumped up like a spring and rushed towards the courtyard, just in time to hit the axe that Griffith swung down, and died on the spot.

...

Griffith looked at his bloody axe, then at the mage's head rolling on the floor, picked up a blanket in silence, and limped forward to put it on Galadia: "You're alright. ?"

"Well, I'm careless." The elf girl was covered in blood, and her beautiful top was torn to shreds, but her wounds had stopped bleeding and started to recover, "I believe too much in divination.

"Divination? Divination for what?"

"Before accepting the invitation, I had a divination for the degree of danger and the outcome." Galadia raised her bloody head and smiled at the apprentice knight. "Guess what the outcome was at that time?"

"Is... what?"

"Achieving meaningful results after experiencing certain dangers," Galadia regained her bright smile, "Cut! Is this still called certain dangers? I almost became that! Wait until I go back. , I'm going to hang up the profiteer who sells accessories!"

"Sorry." Griffith was rather ashamed.

"Why do you want to apologize?" The elf raised her eyebrows. "If it wasn't for you to attract that fireball, I don't even know how it would have ended~ The strong orcs would have crushed me to pieces."

Griffith was surprised to find that Galadia's left eye seemed to be stained red by blood dripping from her forehead. But upon closer inspection, the shining light was even more magnificent than gems, and the brief glance made him feel a sense of powerlessness falling into a vortex.

"Quickly pack up." The elf hurriedly turned around wrapped in the blanket. At the same time that the striking red light disappeared, Griffith immediately broke free from the dizziness.

Is it the magic eye? Griffith had never seen such an ability, but had heard of it. The magic eye has its own unique extraordinary ability, and it can exert the power of magic without singing. Each one is extremely precious and rare.

Could this be the reason why Galadia was attacked?

Griffith picked up the weapon from the ground and re-armed it, returned to the Mage's tower, and found a few bottles of blue potions in crystal bottles from the Mage's cabinet.

"These are magic recovery potions and spirit enhancement potions. We will share them as trophies," Galadia leaned over and took a look, then took out a bottle of red potion and handed it to Griffith, "You should also Prepare some life potion, although it is very expensive in terms of your human currency, but it can save your life at a critical moment."

"How expensive?" Griffith had several broken bones on his body, and he was in severe pain. He drank it without thinking.

"8 gold florins, a bottle of "

"Pfft!" Griffith almost spit out. He covered his mouth and swallowed the potion, "I'll give you the money back."

"For you," Galadia grabbed the blanket that wrapped herself in one hand, and patted the apprentice knight's head with the other, "Hurry up and recover, I have used magic items to send a message to the local human Beyonders asking for help in the area. Mage and garrison knights will come to support soon. Before they arrive, let's search this mage tower. There may be other victims, and there may be traps and minions."

The red healing potion filled his body with a warm breath. Griffith found that his wounds were quickly stopping the bleeding, the broken bones were healing quickly, and the pain was no longer so bad.

The stationed mage probably consumed too many resources in cultivating strong orcs. His mage tower is simply poor, not only the furniture is very simple, and even the necessary spell casting materials are rare.

In the dry, tidy laboratory, Griffith found bookcases full of books, assorted flasks, test tubes and experimental equipment.

"These are the tools of alchemy," Galadia picked up a jar of semi-finished products and smelled it. "It seems that Rudias did not forget the basic skills of mages while cultivating monsters."

"Intermediate Alchemy, Introduction to the Configuration of Magical Creatures..." The elf took out a few more books and flipped through them. "They are all ordinary printed matter, which can be found in most magic academies. The valuable ones are the handwritten ones. Lab notes and notes. Like that one!"

Griffith looked in the direction of Galadia's fingers and found a black notebook on the desk in the middle of the laboratory.

"Notes on potion preparation" (author anonymous).