It was not until the billowing flames had burned the pine trees in the entire area ahead to ashes that Grieva finally let out a long sigh of relief.
The Sea Crystal Staff, which was originally covered with frost, was now covered with dewdrops. The dark blue sea crystal surface showed a scorching red color. The fire tornado that stretched across the front gradually weakened and dissipated like a broken thread.
Black burnt smoke and white water mist intertwined and drifted, and a faint pungent smell lingered.
The bushes and pine trees were almost burned to a charred black color, and there was even a faint layer of red on the edges. The high temperature had not completely dissipated yet. Where the fire tornado had passed, the snow had been completely evaporated, revealing the soft and moist soil underneath.
Only two charred legs of the zombie were left standing alone in place, and the rest of the body had been burned to ashes by Grieva's flames and scattered around.
This was the first time she had faced an undead enemy, and Grieva did not dare to slack off.
Bertram had taught her that any fallen undead might get up and give you a stab. Even the mostdilapidated body can be reused by the soul. One must make sure they can no longer move before letting down their guard.
The teachings of the godfather were often practical and effective, and Grieva attached great importance to them.
It's always better to be careful.
Without the control of the necromancer, the low-level skeletons and ghouls lost their direction and began to flee around following their instincts. Grieva didn't let them go either. She waved her staff and shot out ice cones, precisely eliminating them one by one.
The noisy forest just now finally quieted down.
Thanks to the continuous heavy snow not long ago, the wet trees and pine needles did not cause a big fire, and the damage caused by Grieva was not particularly serious.
Approaching the pile of burned corpses, enduring the unpleasant pungent smell, Grieva found a metal nameplate from the pile of red and gray debris.
The nameplate was made of brass, with slight signs of melting at the edges, but most of it was still intact.
Wiping off the ashes on it, the name on it could still be seen.
"Eugene David." Grieva whispered the name of the mage.
She had never heard of him.
Perhaps the godfather and Edith would know something. It was a small gain, the only thing left.
Most of these Krogtian mages were Empire people during their lifetimes. One could always find some useful information through these.
There was nothing else left, just ashes.
Grieva began to feel that she had been a bit too harsh. After defeating her opponents like this, she could hardly get much information. Perhaps using ice magic to restrict their movements was a more reliable approach.
But in fact, she also knew that the strength of this mage was actually on par with her own.
Without the help of that half-blood girl, Grieva would probably have to fight a hard battle here, and it was really hard to say who would win in the end.
If it hadn't been for the timely protection of the little skeleton, she might have been seriously injured and defeated in an instant by that sneak attack of the fel whip at the beginning.
The Death Messenger of Alsuga, the God of the Dead?
The snow frost cloak that exuded an ominous aura, the belief in the Shadow Path, just two words were enough to make the necromancer terrified and even willing to accept death on the spot - these characteristics and deeds corresponded to such a grand title and identity, but they made Grieva even more confused.
Everyone knew that Alsuga of the Ice Tomb was the Tyrant of Bones. The entire Krogtia was his tool for revenge against the living. He should hate and loathe everything about the living.
What Grieva didn't understand was that since she was the messenger of Alsuga, why did she save Edith and her one after another, and even help her kill the necromancer who should have been on the same side?
She couldn't understand it at all.
Just a short while ago, she was still weak and in need of protection. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a solemn and imposing Death Messenger, but it seemed to be just a trick to deceive people.
Everything about the girl with dark red long hair seemed fake. Grieva didn't know which side of her to believe.
"The staff... is gone?" Seemingly noticing something missing, Grieva started to look around for the bone staff that the necromancer had used before.
The enemy's weapons were necessary to be handed over for research. The church would hand over some valuable trophies to the Empire's Arcane Academy and Forge Workshop. Therefore, the most important thing to pay attention to when cleaning the battlefield was these most valuable items.
It didn't seem to be burned. At least the blood crystal ball corrupted by the fel energy couldn't be destroyed by Grieva's flames.
Subconsciously, she touched the necklace that should have been hanging on her chest. It was the last gift given to her by the godfather before he disappeared, but it was somehow lost when she met that half-blood girl.
"Thief." Naturally, the word came to Grieva's mind. She looked resentfully in the direction of the dense forest and said, "She escaped again in the chaos."
But this time, the feeling was completely different from last time.
Those colorful emotions also gradually faded away with the departure of the half-blood girl. It was as if something had been hollowed out of her heart, and her world once again returned to darkness and emptiness.
"Next time, I will definitely catch you."