I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

The dungeon where the priest is imprisoned is actually a branch functional area of ​​the administrative area.

Thanks to Frey's guidance, the rescue team avoided the embarrassment of drilling into the squirrel hole and found the dungeon door from the back hall of the administrative area.

"It seems we have to find a way to open this stone door. Fulei, didn't you say you have a way to deal with these mechanisms?"

"I can try using the [Knocking Technique] to see if I can open the door lock... Uh, this door doesn't have a keyhole..."

"Big Broken Tooth, you can break the door open, right? Your arms are so thick..."

"Xiao Li'an, you really think highly of me..."

"Maybe we can turn Bol into a big-ass bear and bust it out?"

"Squeak (seconded)!"

"Ivan! Show some respect to the Patriarch!"

“Never mind, let’s first confirm whether the headmaster is inside.

The Master! The Master Pol! "

Through the stone gate, Alvin leaned against the wall and shouted loudly.

"Stop shouting. This stone door is permanently enchanted with a sound-silencing spell. No one can hear anything from inside."

"Okay, then let's let Broken Tooth do the knocking... No, who are you?"

Ivan looked at the male moon elf who suddenly appeared behind him, and cold sweat began to seep out of his forehead.

This elf in a white robe seemed to appear out of thin air, suddenly appearing in the middle of the team, like a ghost, without any sound.

"Your axe has no effect on me, orc."

Faster than anyone else's reaction, Broken Tooth swung his battle axe towards the elf's neck, but it was stopped less than an inch away from the neck by some invisible force.

"And you, after so many years, your silent spell skills have not improved, Frey Starsong.

Oh? Let me think, who turned you into this half-elf, half-undead state? Lati? "

Although Frey's appearance had recovered, she was not a normal creature after all, and her expression did not change at all.

But the trembling soul fire in the eye sockets swayed from side to side as if it would be extinguished at any time.

"Chairman... Elias Windwhisper..."

The highest political leader of the Elven Court, the Speaker of the Council of Mages, a Moon Elf mage who has existed since the establishment of the Elven Court, Elias Windwhisper.

It is said that the Lord Speaker has very strong High Elf blood in his body, which makes his lifespan far longer than that of any Moon Elf.

Before the establishment of the Elf Courtyard, Elias was already the leader of this group of exiled elves. Some elves once speculated that the Speaker might be over three thousand years old.

As a powerful arcane spellcaster, Elias Windwhisper has absolute say in the upper echelons of the council.

But it is precisely because of this autocracy that the Moon Elves' regime in the city of Gray Haze Forest is extremely solid.

The first time Frey Starsong saw this extremely young-looking Speaker was when she was promoted to a high-level wizard and had her own wizard tower.

At that time, Frey felt the warmth coming from the Speaker, as warm as the sunshine in the spring forest.

But at this moment, Frey only felt that the creature in front of her was cold and terrifying.

After transforming into an undead (she was unaware that she was half-undead), Frey's perception of the attributes of the soul became extremely acute.

The Speaker's soul is intertwined with disorder and madness.

"Chairman, where is my mentor..."

“Rati? He should be dead.

In that situation, choosing to forcibly merge with that existence, tsk tsk tsk...

Ah, that's not important.

Now, since you are here, stay with your friends..."

After saying this, without any movement or utterance of any syllables, Elias just waved his hand casually, and a wave of spatial turbulence appeared under the feet of Ivan and the others.

Just like every time Alvin casts a spell.

"God's Chosen One! He is Corellon's God's Chosen One!"

The next moment, everyone disappeared without a trace.

Only the Speaker in a white robe was left standing in front of the stone gate, muttering his unfinished lines.

"We will all accept God's punishment and welcome it together with the Elven Courtyard..."

……

[Teleportation Domain] is a sixth-level arcane spell that allows a creature or object to travel between two designated locations. High-level wizards usually use this spell as a means of transportation to and from the wizard tower.

For example, Frey, who is already a high-level wizard, could try to learn this convenient spell if she improves a little more.

However, a teleportation field that can affect a group of people is not something that an ordinary high-level magician can learn.

That is a true ninth-level arcane spell, even more difficult than some legendary spells.

Once upon a time in Istar, a city known for its arcane civilization, there was a legendary wizard who despised the [Group Teleportation Domain].

Just by misplacing a spell ingredient, he teleported himself to a bunch of different sub-planes at the same time - in the form of fragments.

Therefore, for such a difficult item, no wizard can release it without chanting a spell, let alone casting it instantly, silently, or regularly at the same time.

Unless he is a God-favored being of a higher level.

……

When the chaotic energy of the teleportation area swept over, Alvin woke up from darkness.

Although he had been in this world for some time, he was still shocked by this magical effect that he had never imagined.

Because of the weightlessness during the transmission, Alvin is now dizzy.

He struggled to stand up, but fell back to the ground several times.

Pure darkness is a very scary thing.

Unlike the darkness of the haze forest, you can still see the surrounding scenery from the light that vaguely shines into the forest, and hear the rustling sound of tree branches caused by the north wind.

It was as if all the light here had been completely sucked away, and Alvin could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

I searched my body, but couldn't find anything that could start a fire or give off light.

Ah, the original wizarding world, there weren't even any flashlights.

but……

With a hum, a short stick emitting green light appeared in Ivan's hand.

“Although it’s not serious, the lighting is pretty good.”

As if to give himself courage, Alvin started talking to himself.

"This place is so big. Oh! There's a platform over there... What are these small words... The Fourth Divine Art Laboratory?"

Walking to the only table in the venue, Alvin looked through the things on it.

Various huge knives like those used in surgery, some of which have serrations;

A flat round stone with a smooth surface, which seems to be some kind of magical item;

And a thick stack of experimental logs recorded in elven language?

Wow! These elves doing research are quite professional!