The Grand Arcanist Who Can Travel Through American Comics

Arthur turned around and looked at his team and the tragic scene in front of him. The little maid Daji had already turned pale with fright, but surprisingly she didn't cry out. She just bit her lip. The little girl was very strong. After all, he is from the world of Lorraine. No matter how cute and innocent he is, it is impossible that he has never faced death. He is different from the pampered beauties he saw in his previous life.

But Groot still didn't care. As for how the dead ended up, there was no difference in his eyes.

The soldiers at the scene were all looking at him with anger on their faces, waiting for his orders.

"Do you have any idea"

he asked Rambo.

"These people are very cruel, we have to be careful."

Rambo said.

"There are not many people in the principality who dare to oppose their mentor so blatantly. Where did the enemy come from?"

Arthur also nodded in agreement heartily.

As the disciples of Victor's mentor, they are perhaps the most terrifying people who understand their mentor best. It can be said to be unfathomable, like a high mountain, like a vast ocean. The longer you study with him, the more you will realize how powerful he is.

But the enemy they face now is very likely to be targeting people in the secret realm, which is almost equivalent to challenging Victor head-on. Without enough reasons, no one dares to do so.

Who is it

It was the old-fashioned and conservative nobles of the principality. He had heard about the conflicts between his mentor and these people.

But what I saw in front of me didn’t look like their style.

Nobles have noble tastes, but what they see in front of them is too rough and cruel.

With a serious look on his face, Arthur opened the phantom crystal, connected to Mentor Victor, and passed the picture here to him.

Victor frowned and thought for a while, then said:

"Continue to search. No matter what, find the goods first. Be careful of traps. I will watch you."

Turn off the communication and look at the time. It's almost noon.

Why not eat first

"No, Master, I can't eat it."

Daji was the first to object.

Ask Rambo next.

"It's still early, let's go for a walk."

Rambo hesitated and said.

Arthur nodded. In fact, he himself did not insist on eating here. On this occasion, if he could eat, he might as well leave early. The enemy might not have run far away.

"Lord Arthur, what should we do next?"

Guca, the captain sent by Carrick, asked him.

"Maybe we need to go back and find a tracking master. I don't have such a character in my team."

Arthur glanced at him, are you kidding me? I'm a mage.

He took out a magic scroll from the ring, summoned the monster, and the magic was activated. The scroll turned into light and disappeared in a flash, and a hellhound appeared in front of him.

But it's not the famous three-headed dog, but its close relative, the Underworld Dog, which is about the size of a calf and much slender, like a taller cheetah, walking a high-speed and agile route.

As soon as the underworld dog landed, he turned to look at his master. He had blue-black skin and the cold aura unique to underworld creatures. He had a pair of blue-green eyes, and his long pointed muzzle spread out, revealing the inside of his mouth. Distorted teeth and a bad expression.

Arthur curled his lips. These summons from the underworld were either stupid or lazy. He threw a stick of meat at the underworld dog.

As soon as the underworld dog saw the fresh meat, it transformed from a ferocious beast into a cute creature in a blink of an eye. Even its snarling sounds became soft and cute. After eating the meat in three mouthfuls, the eyes suddenly became much easier to communicate with. For these underworld creatures, the main thing is Food in the material world is always attractive.

Arthur cast a level one spell on himself to understand the language, and then chatted a few words with the dog. After the conversation, the dog understood the meaning, barked twice, bargained with Arthur a few more words, and then lowered his head. Sniffing the scent left on the ground, he began to lead the way.

As expected of the mage, the mercenary warriors looked at Arthur with respect on their faces. This is why spell casters always become the core of a team. They always have the means to solve all kinds of problems.