Led by Brownie, the group marched towards the mountain in front of them. The controlled goblin puppets are like undead, guarding the surrounding lifelessly. But the human ranks were equally dead.

Griffith noticed that several young witchers were all nervous, while their leader Karius was holding a feather fencing sword around his waist.

"Excuse me, Professor, do you know what happened to Miss Larmor and Galadia?" Griffith asked. In his capacity, he has the right to know.

"The two young ladies have already reunited with the rescue team, and you are the only one missing," said Professor Karius for Lordes. "When we go back, the school will conduct a comprehensive inspection on you. Before that , don't give me a crooked mind."

Hearing the news that the two girls were safe and sound, Griffith was slightly relieved.

"Hey, are you an apprentice knight at Larmor's House?" Pella, the witcher who was in charge of monitoring Griffith, asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Griffith nodded.

"Then, is the girl named Galadia your girlfriend? I can understand Feng Jun's daughter, why do you care so much about the other one?"

Griffith looked at Pera: "Guess what."

"..."

The witchers walking beside Griffith were stunned for a moment. Pera couldn't help laughing: "It must be! Does she know you like her?"

"If you answer one of my questions first, I'll tell you," Griffith smiled as he looked at the witchers, "why are you here?"

"It's a coincidence that there is a mission~" Pera replied carelessly, not caring the eyes of the other companions at all, "Then the captain received a call from the wizard, and we came to meet."

Pera's cape was clasped with a dark gold emblem that looked like a star. Not only her, but all witchers present had similar emblems on their waists or cuffs.

Griffith had heard of the emblem and immediately understood their identities: "Are you apprentice witchers from Beacon Academy?"

"The four of us are, and the captain is our instructor," Pera nodded. "We came to train in the winter."

"Pella, be quiet," the witcher captain Karius shouted. "This is a high-threat area, so stay alert."

"Yes~!" Pera pouted and calmed down honestly.

The team climbed to the top of the mountain along a gentle mountain path. Gothra honestly walked in front of the team, quietly making people flustered along the way.

As they approached the top of the mountain, the road beneath them suddenly became smoother and easier to walk.

"Attention," Karius said suddenly, "this road is trodden by beasts, and the beasts in this place are only mutated monsters, so be vigilant. Raven, from now on you move on the trees and pay attention to your surroundings. Hakan, summon the familiar."

After receiving the order, the witcher Raven took out a strong crossbow and nimbly leaped up the treetops.

Pale flames flickered around Hakan, forming a circular circle. He took out a small bag from the package he carried and threw it into it, chanting the summoning spell in a low voice:

"Examine, Silver, Brimstone, Quicksilver, and Blood of Demon Wolf; Reconstruct, Pale Demon Wolf; Establish Spiritual Link."

Griffith was taken aback. It was the first time he had seen anyone other than a professor summoning. This means that Hakan possesses a rare and powerful Beyonder characteristic.

"LaVine is the Sequence 9 'Forest Ranger' of the Ranger Path, and Hakan is already the Sequence 8 'Summoner' of the Collector's Path. They are a grade higher than me," Pera explained to him, "Amazing!"

Beacon is a comprehensive institution of higher learning dedicated to cultivating professional witchers and related talents. Different from magic academies and military academies, Beacon students have learned spellcasting and combat, and have more profound specialization in black magic and wider task adaptability.

Compared to witchers trained in other ways, Beacon graduates have historically been prime candidates for the Central Bureau of Investigation and the Kingdom's intelligence agencies.

After the continuous orders, a giant wolf covered in pale flames appeared in the magic circle. It silently surveyed nearby creatures, as if picking out whom to devour.

"Captain, can I get a goblin?"

"Take it," Karius beckoned, and a goblin woke up from the shadow's restraint. Before it could let out a strange cry, the pale demon wolf rushed over like lightning.

"Crack."

The demon wolf bit the goblin's head in one bite, then tore off its limbs and devoured it quickly. The chilling sound of tearing and chewing bones echoed in the woods.

Lordes snorted softly and said to Gothra who was leading the way: "How far is it?"

"Just ahead, great listener, the entrance to the ruins is just ahead," Gothra humbly pointed forward not far away without looking at the torn goblins.

There is a deep tunnel, where weathering and corrosion have erased all traces.

"Please wait a moment, Professor Lordus," Griffith hurriedly stopped, "this brownie is not to be trusted, there may be traps and ambushes set up in the ruins. We should retreat temporarily today, and gather more forces to explore again. ."

This is an unknown ruin!

When I first met Gothra, I didn't have a choice. Now that there are so many of the same kind around me, why should I go to the ruins?

Griffith had heard of this monstrous ancient ruin on the battlefields of the Far East. Without adequate preparation and clean-up, the densely distributed traps and mutant creatures in the ruins would have to rely on a lot of resources and sacrifices to find a way out.

It is not enough to enter the mysterious ruins with the current manpower to explore.

"Ha! What a cautious little dog," giggled the witcher captain Karius. "Lord Lordus has more rank, strength, and wisdom than you can imagine."

"Let the goblins lead the way," said the icy Professor Lordus, indifferent to Griffith's warnings and Karius's compliments, like two flies whirling in his ears, "Go forward. "

"Professor, I am an apprentice knight of the Larmor family, and I have the right to refuse to cooperate with the battle under the current circumstances," Griffith gritted his teeth and said again, "My ability is shallow, please allow me to withdraw."

Lordes gave Griffith a blank look, raised the wand in his right hand, and chanted an unrecognizable spell.

Griffith had no time to react, and immediately found himself unable to make a sound. It turned out to be a curse such as banning.

To make matters worse, his body began to move mechanically, following the goblins towards the dark ruins. This is the double effect of the Silence Spell and Suggestion!

"It's better if you don't talk, that's a super scary high-level mage!" Pera quickly followed, poking at the apprentice knight who couldn't control him with his elbow, "I can't help it now! Look how good I am, Not a word of nonsense."

Under the guidance of the goblins, the team gradually went deeper into the ruins. Thick marble frames the entryway. From the moment he stepped in, distant and indecipherable babble echoed in Griffith's ears, as if some evil spirit was calling.

I have been in this forest for more than 3 hours. During this period, I have been fighting against mutant creatures. I should have accumulated a lot of corruption... Griffith was panicked and worried that he would suddenly start to fester and mutate.

At this moment, the pale wolf stopped suddenly, and its owner Hakan hurriedly shouted: "There is a creature approaching us."

"It is the mutant creature that occupies this ruin, the great Lord Lordus," Brownegosla said humbly. "We are identified as invaders."

As soon as the voice fell, several huge shadows appeared in the passage ahead.

"Corrupted tarantulas," Karius lifted his cloak and pulled out the two sharp swords from his waist, "their venom will paralyze people, and a certain amount can be fatal, but the poison sac is a good thing."

The tarantula moved extremely quickly, instantly knocking down the goblin at the front, opening its fangs and biting it down. Other tarantulas swarmed from the floor, walls and roof of the passage.

Griffith watched as the goblin's bitten neck continued to bulge and dent, apparently being injected with venom for the first time. Soon, the goblin withered like a torn leather bag.

The witcher squad deftly moves into battle formation. Hank held up a round shield with three sharp ramming horns, Pera dragged Griffith back quickly behind the round shield, and LaVine opened his crossbow and shot at the tarantula that bit the goblin. go with.

"boom!"

The moment the crossbow arrow hit the tarantula, the arrow suddenly brightened and exploded into a fireball inside the tarantula.

The dark space was immediately filled with light, and even Griffith took two steps back in shock. The tarantulas used by the swarm were repelled by the firelight for a few seconds, but when the light disappeared, a group of ferocious shadows came in the darkness.

"Keep shooting, fire and light are effective!" Karius shouted at his students.

Hakan immediately began to sing a spell, and the demonic wolf he summoned rose up with pale flames all over his body, attacking the tarantula that came up to him like a huge fireball.

Professor Lordus, who had been silent, suddenly raised his wand and whispered a spell to the hordes of tarantulas.

He speaks extremely fast, his voice is indecipherable, and it is not at all like others that people can hear the process of forming the spell, and even when Griffith stares at his mouth, he will feel intense dizziness and trance.

It is rumored that the high-speed divine words that can only be mastered by high-level mages are fundamentally different from those of Sonia and the others.

The fan-shaped area in front of the exploration team was enveloped by looming waves, and the besieging tarantula seemed to have hit an invisible barrier. The gravitational position was deflected by Lordus' magic and became a cage that bound the tarantula. .

Immediately afterwards, the high-ranking archmage waved his wand again. This time, the ground where the tarantulas were bound was engulfed in flames, swallowing the swarms of corrupt tarantulas along with a few goblins.

This is also a double spell. At least it seems so.

The witchers who were still fighting hard were all looked at foolishly. The combat effectiveness of their team cooperation was not worth mentioning in front of high-level mages.

"Clean up and move on," Professor Lordes stretched his arms and drew his wand back casually. "Quick."

The witcher team immediately stepped forward and stabbed the tarantula, which was charred but not yet dead. Captain Karius even cut open the tarantula corpse quickly with green eyes, and took out a mass of red organ tissue from it.

"This is the poison sac of tarantulas, and their effects become even more amazing after they are corrupted," Karius exclaimed excitedly as he collected poison sacs from several tarantulas.

"How much is it? Captain." Hakan asked casually.

"Usually, you can buy one for 5 gold florins, but the price will be tripled after the mutation," Karius deftly put the poison sac into his pocket, "and it has no market price. ."

Griffith noticed that the eyes of several young witcher students present were burning, all staring at Karius's pocket and unable to take their eyes away.

"Captain," Hakan and LaVine exchanged glances and said, "The corrupted poison sac here can let us each get one."

The two spoke in a calm tone, but Griffith vaguely noticed that Hakan's giant wolf had swum over, and LaVine took a half step back casually, just under the cover of the ruins, and kept ready to go. The state of shooting with a crossbow. The magic wolf silently stared at Karius' movements, and the gray-white liquid kept dripping from its mouth.

Pera and Hank watched the action of the three indifferently. In terms of age, the two are younger, perhaps because they have less seniority and have no say.

Karius' movements froze for a few seconds. He turned his head slowly and took a deep look at the two witchers: "Okay, after we leave here, I will distribute them fairly."

Something is wrong! Griffith saw all this in his eyes and panicked in his heart.

Witchers are a relatively mysterious group. The cooperation between them relies on large and small witcher guilds or official organizations. Ordinary witchers receive guild-issued quests and live off bounties and loot. Even a well-known institution like Beacon is inevitably contaminated with the idiosyncrasies of this industry.

Veteran witchers who survive several missions tend to have bizarre and powerful abilities or weapons. After years of battles with black magic and cultists, many of them still have a wealth of unsystematic knowledge of mysticism that they don't know where they come from, and have strong single-person combat power.

The five people in the squad in front of them were vaguely divided into three small groups. Captain Karius is in a group of his own. The older Summoner Hakan and Archer Raven team up to check and balance Karius. The younger and weaker Shield Guard Hank and Hunter Pera have a better relationship, and they are also a small group.

Witcher squads are often like this, free and flexible, well-configured. But the disadvantage is that the organization is low, and it is common to collapse in the face of danger and interest disputes.

Griffith felt a strong sense of powerlessness. This is a mysterious ruin in the Whispering Forest. It is unknown what dangers and traps are hidden inside the ruins.