Under the night sky, Skandre City had lost the hustle and bustle it once had when it was the capital.
Other than the scattered lights in the upper city and near the palace, the rest of the city had sunk into darkness.
After nightfall, it began to drizzle in the city again.
Hence, there were even fewer people on the run-down streets. The displaced residents huddled in their crumbling houses, relying on the half of the roof that had yet to collapse.
This was the eleventh day since Skandre City was attacked by the dragons.
In the beginning, the dragons only targeted the wealthy merchants and dignitaries in the upper city. They rarely harassed the lower city and the civilian areas. However, after the dragons finished looting the high-value targets, they finally set their sights on the civilians who made up 60% of the city's population.
On the first few days of the plundering, the ones that flew over were all adult dragons. With their powerful individual strength, they completely crushed the guards of the trading companies and the guards of the nobles, smashing through the warehouses and cellars that were filled with resources and treasures one after another.
Although Skandre City had the strongest ground forces in the Knight Continent, the weak King Edward VII ordered all the high-ranking knights to be stationed near the palace, forbidding them from clashing with the dragons.
Hence, without the protection of the kingdom's military force, Skandre City became the dragons' hunting ground. Every day, dragons flew thousands of miles to loot the city.
As the dragons needed to attack more and more cities, the number of adult dragons in the Dragon Valley was not enough. Even some young dragons who were close to adulthood were sent out. They followed behind the adult dragons to practice their basic hunting skills and sharpen their claws.
Under such cruel torture, Skandre City was like a terminally ill patient. Every day, it struggled on the edge of life and death, quietly waiting for its last breath.
Grimm was wrapped in a thick Black Traveler's Cloak, like a midnight spirit walking in the dark. He followed behind Leaf and Razor, quietly shuttling through the dark alleys of the lower city.
Leaf was the skinny young man — no, the young girl — who brought him to Prophet Mass last time! Due to severe malnutrition when she was a child, the 14-year-old girl, Leaves, was skinny. It was almost impossible to tell her gender from her appearance. After she was found by Prophet Mas, her awakened talent was somewhat similar to the mind control of Curse Wizards.
Due to the lack of systematic training and reasonable use of resources, Leaves could not find a spellcaster who could guide her after her talent awakened. As a result, other than a few Innate Spells, she had almost no other spells to learn.
Therefore, after carefully observing her body, Grimm could not help but shake his head and sigh. This little girl, who was born with a talent for spell-casting, only had the strong spiritual power of a Quasi-Magus, but her basic attributes were not even as good as some ordinary people.
As for the other 13-year-old boy, Razor, he was basically the same as her.
The blade had an extremely special metal affinity, allowing it to naturally control some metal weapons. He also had the strength of a Quasi-Sorcerer, but he had mastered almost zero spells, and his physical fitness was a mess.
As street beggars who were once worse than pigs and dogs, they had no relatives and no official names. Even the name they were given now was something Prophet Mas gave them on the spot after he took them in.
However, although they were weak, their familiarity and understanding of Skandre City was unmatched by outsiders. What Grimm needed were local tyrants like them!
They passed through countless alleys in the dark, and even climbed over two or three abandoned houses along the way. Soon, a three-story watchtower appeared in front of them.
If they wanted to sneak into the upper city from the lower city, they had to pass through these watchtowers.
Looking into the distance, there was a small arched doorway. Under the dim light of a torch, three city guards were gathered together, holding their guns and chatting.
While Leaves was dealing with the guards, Razorblade once again approached Grim.
"Hey, big guy, is your world really that powerful? I heard from the old man that you wizards are powerful enough to dominate the multiverse! "
Two balls of flame burned quietly under the shadow of Grimm's hood. He did not feel too repulsed by this overly curious little girl. As their ages were not too far apart, he felt an inexplicable sense of closeness.
Many times, he could not help but sigh. Fortunately, he had transmigrated to the Magus World, where Magi were respected. If he had been unfortunate enough to fall into a terrifying place like the Knight Plane, even with the help of the A.I. Chip, he would not have been able to make a name for himself so quickly.
"Magi are not as powerful as you think they are. In the multiverse, there are countless powerful races and planes that are more powerful than Magi. You should be glad that it's only us Magi this time. If it's the Lords of Calamity from the Disaster World, your entire realm won't even be enough for them to swallow! "Since there was still plenty of time, Grimm chatted with him from time to time.
Only when Leaf waved at them did the two quickly walk into the doorway illuminated by the torch.
The three city guards wore old leather armour and held long spears in their hands. They leaned against the wall in a frivolous manner, still chatting idly. Their eyes were wide open, but there was no spirit in them. They did not react to Grimm and the others' approach.
Grim could see clearly that each of them had a strange rune flashing on their foreheads.
The three of them passed through the doorway silently. After disappearing into the darkness in the distance, Leaf removed the rune in her hand. Only then did the three city guards awaken from their stupor as if they had just woken up from a dream. However, the short pause didn't affect the three's interest in chatting. They continued the topic and were still chatting happily.
"That's a pretty good ability!" Grimm praised her, which was rare.
Of course, the fact that this little girl could figure out such a strange way to use her innate talent without anyone's guidance showed that she was also a talented person. It was a pity that she had been born in this unfortunate Knight Plane. If she had been lucky enough to be born in the Magus World, she might have become a powerful Magus!
"Of course." Blade seemed to have a special liking for Leaf, and he immediately said excitedly, "Sister Leaf is an important person in our party. Other than the old man and the few mentors, she's the strongest! "
"Blade, shut up!" Leaf, who was walking in front, turned around and scolded in a low voice, "If you don't watch your mouth, I'll make sure you can't speak for the whole night!"
With her special ability to control thoughts, a simple psychological suggestion could temporarily make people lose their ability to speak. After all, the people in this world did not have a simple and practical witchcraft accessory like the Spirit Brooch that could protect the mind and mind.
Hearing her leader's anger, the young Blade stuck out her tongue at Grimm and quickly shut her mouth.
Mentor?
Grimm smiled faintly, silently savoring the taste.
Leaf was already a Quasi-Sorcerer who could control thoughts, so the mentor that Blade mentioned could only be an official sorcerer. To be able to successfully become an official spellcaster under the cruel suppression of the Demon Hunter Knights, these guys must have extraordinary talents!
After passing through the doorway, they had entered the so-called Uptown.
Compared to the low-rise bungalows and dilapidated wooden houses in the Lower Town, the entire Uptown was filled with beautiful villas with gardens and lawns. Their target's villa was even closer to the Palace District, so one could imagine how difficult it would be to sneak in.
Grimm's terrifying witchcraft could indeed turn the place into a sea of fire with just a wave of his hand, but it was difficult for him to sneak into the heart of the enemy's territory without a sound. His Flame Leap was indeed a good mobility spell, but it was hard to hide the sudden burst of flames and the sudden explosion of the flame ring.
If he did not want to attract the attention of the entire Uptown guards, he had to rely on the abilities of these small local bullies!
The three of them walked and stopped from time to time, occasionally sneaking into the dark to avoid the heavily armed patrolling guards.
After more than ten days of continuous dragon attacks, the upper city had become a scene of devastation. Broken fences and dilapidated walls could be seen everywhere, and collapsed houses could be seen everywhere.
Located at the junction of the upper city and the palace district, this area was the place where the most powerful and prestigious people in Skandrelle City lived.
At this moment, in a two-story building of an exquisite villa, faint candlelight shone through the bedroom window. It was evident that the owner of the bedroom had not fallen asleep even in such a gloomy and rainy night.
Daphne gently pushed open the wooden window and leaned on the windowsill, quietly looking at the dark night sky.
It was only at this moment that the damned dragons would not fly over and disturb her peaceful and happy life.
The block above them was attacked by the dragons yesterday. Grena's house was razed to the ground, and a dozen servants were either killed or injured. John's house on the right side of the block was also raided by the dragons, and almost all of the valuables in the house were gone.
Every day during the day, the companions would gather and hide in the Palace to avoid being harmed by the dragons. At night, they would have the chance to return to their homes to see if their homes were still intact.
This kind of stifling days was simply terrible!
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