A Sorcerer’s Journey

This is a pure white hunter castle about fifty kilometers from the center of the tree.

Fifty thousand meters, that is, fifty thousand meters, is the central area of the entire castle of the hunter, where the life of the tree flourishes. At the same time, the giant tree crown can be avoided in the afternoon to cover the sun's shadows and expose to the warm sun.

The castle is about seventy or eighty meters tall, with a green, oily lawn in front of the door surrounded by colorful blossoms, streams surrounding the White Castle, and several butterflies chase through.

Beautiful environment, clean and relaxed.

From time to time, the sky casts a shadow, but the busy wizards and machines are flying for their own ends and missions, centered around the Tree of Life and the Heart of the Seven Rings.

“Yo, new guy? ”

Across the creek, a demon hunter in a loose black robe is watering the garden with a kettle, beside which are several female Asians finishing the lawn, but not too busy.

Green, some of whom do not understand the spirit of the witch hunter, clearly has a soul slave who cleans the lawn garden automatically and has to spend time on these trivial things himself.

In Green's eyes, those two sub-men may be descendants of this wizard hunter, but even the descendants look like soul slaves to the general wizard hunter and do not consider themselves descendants.

“Mmm.”

Green politely greeted the neighbor, didn't communicate much, walked into his room.

However, just as Green entered the castle, the corner of his eyes glanced at the neighbour's castle and saw two more male Asians walking out.

“Really, the Dark Wizard is a bunch of boring guys.” The witch hunter who was pouring the flowers whispered and took over the kettle handed over by the female knight dressed as an Asian, humming an unknown song to continue pouring the flowers.

This demon hunter is a bright demon hunter.

…………

Opening the castle gates and seeing all kinds of castles, Green doesn't have much novelty about this somewhat simplistic and practical castle, and walking around the horse and watching all the rooms.

Hmm?

Other rooms are arranged in various laboratories, some of the packages are quite precious laboratory instruments are reasonable, and Green is not overly concerned, but a sophisticated altar on the top floor of the room is of interest to Green.

The three-metre altar body is made up of countless gray and white skeletons, and there are some extremely precious magical materials in some areas, even some strange combinations of symbols that Green doesn't recognize functionality at all. An inky green symbol flashes like a heart, swimming indefinitely between the skeletal altar gaps.

This altar should be the most precious item in the entire Hunter Castle.

Green had just come up with this idea, and as he approached the altar, a wonderful attraction made Green slightly dazzle, and the thought came to understand another function of the altar.

Usually, if Green wants to open his soul imprint to connect to the world's space debris, he needs to maintain stability and excite his magic for about a quarter of the hourglass time, but if on this altar, it's only a dozen breathing hours at most.

All of a sudden, Green's shoulder flashed and Brother Ba appeared between the red and green. Xiao Ha combed his pretty feathers between the red and green, looking around the room and looking out the window.

“Hmm? Is this the Tree of Life? ”

After a glance at Green, and no matter how unnatural and disgusting his expression is at the moment, he rubbed his head against Green's ear and said, "Oh, my dear Lord Green, I don't think you'd mind if your servant took a tour of the world of wizards now? ”

“Hmm.” Green glanced at the eight brothers and said yes.

“Haha, oh yeah...”

Hurrah hurrah, Brother Ba excitedly flew away.

Green didn't really care about this eight brothers, anyway, before he died, this guy was almost immortal, and he could drag it from any time and space to himself, and he couldn't even turn over the waves.

Without such means, Green wouldn't have trained this guy to do this.

The room calmed down and Green looked at the room's mysterious altar again.

Surprised, Green slowly stood on the altar, feeling the breathing rhythm of the many symbols on the altar as if they were heartbeats, as if the altar was not an independent being, but a special organ of the entire Seven Ring Holy Tower, a living organism, connected to the Seven Ring Holy Tower.

Could it be...

Is this altar the key node of what mentor Peranos used to call "The Hunter's Castle"?

Remember when Green and Peranos were on the snail messenger outside the shield, almost reaching the height of the cloud, Peranos asked Green what these hunter castles looked like on the ground, and Green couldn't answer anything, and Peranos gave Green an answer like 'castle rune'.

Now it seems that Peranos' answer is close to the truth.

Green's gaze flashed on the altar, as the body's magical stability continued to excite, as if the Black Soda's spoon of friendship had summoned a terror creature from the other world, and Green suddenly felt that a mark hidden in the depths of his soul had some special connection with the Seven Rings Holy Tower, with a pitch-black crack appearing in Green's field of view.

This is………

In amazement, Green felt the implicit pull in the pitch black crack. Without resisting the next moment, Green entered the pitch black crack, and Green did not interrupt the delivery of magic.

Because Green had the feeling that if he interrupted the magic input, he would return to his original location at the next moment.

If you resist entering the pitch black crack, you can also choose to use the world debris in the pitch black crack as a space pocket.

……

Underneath is a solid black land where distant turbulent sounds can be heard.

Hmm?

Green raised his head and looked over his head at the colorful sky made of crude energy columns. It was only five or six hundred meters high, and suddenly felt a breathless sense of compression, as if the sea water around the center of the swirl of the Black Sea could overthrow at any moment.

It feels like the sky is going down!

After a moment of inactivity, Green reluctantly adapted to this endless world-specific rule belonging to the debris of an unruly world, looking down at the black land on the ground.

These black soils are exactly the same as the black soil on the back shell of the Tiandu Peak Pulse Giant Turtle Mountain, and there is no difference.

Surprised, Green's body floated slowly until he could reach the highest altitude possible.

It's a world debris!

It's just that the world fragment is much smaller than the world fragment of its Black Sota environment.

Green visually observed that this world debris should have been the maritime space of one world in ancient times, shattered after the war between the sorcerer's civilization and another, and that this area became a small world debris in an irregular shape.

The sky is inclined, the highest should be the southeast, about 700 meters high, the shortest is the south, only 400 meters. The entire world debris surface should be a polygon of irregular shape, with a maximum diameter of about thirty kilometers and a minimum diameter of about ten kilometers.

The world debris itself is a space debris with only sea water, and the land beneath Green was transformed by what was supposed to be the post-Seven Rings Santa.

The Black Island is a rounded island of about 2,000 metres in diameter, uneven and uneven.

There are only some of the most basic grass plants on the island, no traces of animals have been found, and there is no sign of life in the seawater.