Age of Adepts

"You're the new wizard of the past two years?"

Grim looked Uka up and down and asked softly.

Uka barely opened her tear blurred eyes and felt a stinging pain in her eyeballs, knowing that she had suffered real damage to her eyes. Hearing the question, he could only barely open his eyes and bow to the location of the voice, "My lord, I have just advanced less than 2 years, and I am here to guard the teleportation formation!"

Mary giggled a little at the cowardly look on Uka's face.

"Look at you, you haven't been out all this time, and you don't even know the witches in the family..."

Grim touched his nose with a grin and fetched a vial of potions and tossed it into Uka's arms.

"There's a few drops of the Life Force in here, take it back and drop it into your eyes or they'll burn!"

As soon as he heard that the bottle was the Life Force Liquid, Uka immediately gripped the vial tightly and smiled obsequiously, "This lord, I wonder if you are..."

Grim didn't answer, but stood still and cast his gaze distantly towards the distant sky.

There, at the end of a white sky, a small black dot was rapidly growing larger, accompanied by a mountainous and violent hurricane.

"So it was you, Grim...kept me waiting..."

A majestic dragon with a body length of over thirty meters and a body covered with fine azure scales whistled with its wings flapping as it swooped down from the sky and quickly transformed into a majestic broad man in blue scaled armor.

He was clearly furious as he rushed in, shouting at Grim.

However, when he detected the strange elemental vibrations lingering around Grim and the layer of transparent and twisted magical flames, the loudmouth suddenly quieted down.

"You... you became a 3rd rank?"

The 3rd stage Thunder Dragon Ames stared at Grim with some incredulity, his turquoise pupils filled with astonishment and incredulity.

Although he had already been certain that Grim would advance to the next level sooner or later, it was still somewhat unexpected to be so fast!

If the other party was only a 2nd level wizard, although they had signed a partnership contract between them, the higher ranked Ams could still take the initiative. Now that the other party had become a 3rd ranked Sorcerer, the partnership contract would undoubtedly be a bit more restrictive on Ames than before.

This had also caused Ames' status to decline in disguise!

This... was actually what Ames was most concerned about.

Facing the 3rd stage Brontosaurus Ames' mighty dragon power up close, the sorcerers and apprentices present trembled and trembled. But what surprised them even more was the name that the 3rd stage Brontosaurus shouted out.

Grim....

Wasn't this... wasn't this the name of the legendary patriarch of the Crimson Family who had been submerged for a long time?

Could it be...?

As it was, the tall male wizard who had come accompanied by Lord Mary raised his head, gazed calmly at Ames, and smiled casually, "It's been a long time, Ames!"

Ames stared at Grim in astonishment, and only after a long time did he react again, sighing with emotion, "You witches really are a bunch of guys who are hard to measure with common sense... You're not two hundred years old yet, are you? And yet, I've already advanced to rank 3... cough, to think that when I was two hundred years old, I was still a rank 1 little dragon, following everyday..."

At this point, Ames's voice became quieter and quieter, filled with a look of desolation and reminiscence.

At this time, Meryl, who was in charge of stationing herself in the White Tower, had already led the seven Family Sorcerers out from the tower and marched towards the teleportation formation. The ten metal magic weapons responsible for maintaining order in the Witch Tower were located on both sides of the road, blocking the apprentice sorcerers who were coming and going from the periphery.

"Congratulations Mentor, congratulations Mentor..."

Meryl was the first to bow and give the salute, and the seven family witches behind her, both male and female, also curtsied.

Grim slowly restrained his outflowing energy breath, also saving him from burning blind a group of family witches.

Now, even if he didn't hold up his burning field, the flame energy spilling out from his body could hurt any living being that looked directly at him through the air. As a rank 3 sorcerer, the so-called rank 1 sorcerers of the past were already as fragile as an ant in his eyes. If he didn't restrain his own energy breath, I'm afraid that the light and heat that he unintentionally transmitted would be enough to burn them blind or incinerate them.

Grim now somewhat understood why those high ranked sorcerers chose to stay away from the group and would rarely hang out with the lower ranked sorcerers. One of the main reasons was that the energy scent imbibed by the higher-ranked witches themselves was too large, and compared to the lower-ranked witches, they were like giant beasts in front of a molehill.

When they were with a lower-ranked sorcerer, the higher-ranked sorcerers had to restrain their breath all the time, not even daring to breathe heavily. Fearing that a single heavy breath would cause irreparable damage to these fragile Grylls.

This feeling of shrinking was undoubtedly unpleasant!

Of course, the reason for this situation was also related to the fact that Grim had just advanced in rank.

The already viscous magma-like flame energy in his body was radiating thousands of degrees of heat outwards all the time. This high temperature and the flames on his body's surface condensed together to form a strange and distorted life force field. If an ordinary life looked directly at him, it would be no less than looking directly at a blazing sun up close.

Even for those 1st rank witches, their fragile eyeballs could hardly withstand the feedback of the flame energy when they were unprepared. If that Uka didn't manage to treat the burning eyeballs, there was a real possibility of going blind.

Caught in the midst of the crowded crowd, the gnome little Locke watched with envy through a patch of forested thighs as that extremely powerful and legendary clan leader, surrounded by many sorcerers, slowly made its way through the crowd to the Witch Tower.

Just a moment ago, it had also secretly turned on the energy monitor on its goggles. However, when it aimed the goggles at that legendary clan chief, the monitor directly burst into a black smoke and broke down.

This caused Little Rock, who already possessed the strength of a quasi-sorcerer, to be staggered once again.

Was a 3rd rank witch already this powerful?

This kind of great man who could only look up to, how much better the world would be if he were himself....

While wildly reverie, Little Rock drooled with bright drool.

The once 'Shadow Light' squad had long since evaporated, and that Pontal paragon witch was undoubtedly an unlucky man who had suffered a backlash during his attempt to advance, regressing his strength to the advanced apprentice level. And his mental strength had been tested by several witches and was irreparably damaged, no longer having the potential to impact a witch!

So four years ago, Pontal broke away from the Crimson and returned to his own family.

It was said that he had already married and had children there, and was living a happy and mediocre mortal life.

As for the plant apprentice girl who usually went out with Pontal, Ike was barely promoted to high level and was currently studying Pharmacy under Saru Shaman. And at her rate of progress, I'm afraid it would be difficult for her to reach the quasi-witch tier before her spirit is set in stone.

With such talent, it would be hard for any witch family to get resources to tilt at!

Daxo, an apprentice alchemist, was still at the advanced apprentice tier, and was now a member of the 'Magic Arms Supreme' squad, a fighting team formed by the goblin, Little Rock. Another former member of the squad, Branko, an apprentice of the Department of Transfiguration, died unexpectedly in the Black Forest.

It was said to have been torn to shreds by a two-headed ogre chieftain!

In the aftermath, although Little Rock used Alchemy** to blow up the cave where the Ogre lived and avenge Branco's death, it still didn't change the fact that Branco had died in battle.

In these last eight years, the Crimson Family has had over sixty apprentices die in battle in the Black Forest in the east for various reasons. But their sacrifices had not been in vain, and there were hundreds of powerful demon groups that had been annihilated by the Crimson Family.

It was through the pioneering and strangling efforts of a group of sorcerer apprentices who had gone before and after, that the Black Forest nearly 300 miles east of the White Tower had become a safe zone. Even ordinary people who didn't have supernatural strength could carry out low-level operations such as logging and gathering in it as long as their luck wasn't too bad.

In order to improve the White Tower Lords' own defense, the Crimson Family began to promote an alchemical firearm among the Lords. Without relying on magical energy or worrying about individual talent, any adult could easily master the use of an alchemical musket with only a short practice.

At a range of 10m - 70m, the metal projectiles fired by the Alchemy Musket possessed a physical attack power of up to 15 degrees. This was very close to the strength of a beginner apprentice's sorcery attack!

But in order to train a junior apprentice, one needed a considerable degree of elemental talent to begin with, and secondly, a year or two of time to break through the meditation threshold. The Alchemy Musket, on the other hand, had no such restriction, and as long as it was distributed and the White Pagoda Lords practiced diligently, they could easily possess a certain level of self-protection.

This way, the leaders wouldn't have to worry about the threat of jungle beasts when entering and leaving the Black Forest, going to logging fields and pastures. It was even possible to hunt down some low-level demons that slipped through the net with proper coordination.

In order to maximize the armament of the White Tower's citizens, this kind of alchemical musket was distributed free of charge to almost every person. And every month, the lords who had registered with the White Tower were able to receive a considerable amount of base ammunition for free.

This, too, was a convenient move by the Crimson Family to gather their lords!

Mistakenly the Crimson Family possessed a goblin bit, it might not have the strength and qualifications to so extravagantly arm the lower classes.

And after Meryl Witch's strong support, seven small villages and one medium-sized town had already appeared around the White Tower one after another. The purpose of their existence was to provide all kinds of living supplies and basic security for the witches and apprentices living in the White Tower, and of course there were also some spice type underground 'Lust* Erotic Places'.

According to the information, the number of direct lords who had registered in the White Tower of the Ice Wind Collar had reached 3,000. Such a number was already sufficient to meet the White Tower's daily needs!