Age of Adepts

A black four-wheeled carriage slowly drove into the Black Rose Manor.

The wooden wheels crushed the fine blue-gray stones, emitting a crisp clattering sound.

Passing through a hundred-meter-long gravel path and turning past a dried-up circular fountain, the carriage slowly paused in front of the main three-story building.

More than a dozen guys in grey, white or black witch robes were already waiting by the stone steps, bowing to the beautiful young woman who bent down and got out of the carriage.

This was a beautiful woman with outstanding looks and a proud figure.

Her face was as round and glistening as ivory against her long light blond hair, her dark purple lips flashed with a seductive hue beneath her slightly elevated nose, and her cat-eye-like pupils reflected brilliantly in the light, appearing unusually deep and striking.

As a 3rd level mind warlock of the Denel family, she was not wrapped in a witch's robe, but instead wore a pure black evening gown like a human noblewoman. The two masses of snow on her chest were particularly dazzling, and the fine diamond-set corsage flower was pinned at the high point. White embroidered silk gloves squeezed in the hand, the onion tube as fair as the fingers look so delicate and delicate.......

"Welcome, Lord Marilyn Mona!"

"Welcome, welcome..."

Listening to the other party's jagged welcoming wishes, the young and beautiful woman stood straight and swept her gaze over the crowd in turn, before landing on the small building behind them.

The huge invisible spiritual energy was released and taken in, instantly taking in everything inside the small building as well as the internal situation of the entire Black Rose Manor.

The young and beautiful woman couldn't help but frown slightly.

But in the meantime, she was so charming and touching. In the meantime, a few of the lower and middle ranked sorcerers, both male and female, couldn't help but swallow their saliva, once again experiencing the feeling of dry lips, thirst, and a shaking heart.

A few of the 1st rank witches even forced themselves to lower their heads, fiercely shielding their hearts and minds with their sorcery power, which only then restrained the terrifying urge to rush over and kneel down in front of each other to pledge their allegiance to the followers.

"Why are the facilities here so crude, that Grand Duke on the other side wouldn't be so tasteless..." after looking around, the young and beautiful woman finally managed to export a complaint, "Couldn't you guys just move to a better stronghold! Do you want me to spend the night in such a humble place?"

Hearing the woman's question, the lead 2nd rank wizard took a step forward and bowed his head and replied, "My lord, it wasn't our intention to choose this place, but Lord Gallo's decision!"

"Gallo...Gallo...it's that bastard again...can't he for once make me feel comfortable..." while Complaining angrily, Marilyn Mona lightly walked inside the small building as she did so.

Many family shamans were clustered around, as if they were the stars.

After sitting down inside the hall on the first floor of the small building, Marilyn Mona finally asked again: "What about Gallo? Isn't he supposed to be sitting here?"

Still the one leading the wizard stood up.

"Originally, Lord Gallo was here, but two days ago, he suddenly received an order from the family headquarters, so he left with all the Blood Dripping Spear troops..."

"What troops are left to guard the place?"

"Ever since we entered the Alois region, we've been under constant attack from the Crimson Wizards. The Harpist Force is facing off against the Crimson Family's Wraiths a hundred miles to the east... The Toy Box Force is besieging the city of Losh to the southeast, which is guarded by the Crimson Family Wraith Tower and will be difficult to defeat in the near future... The Stone Dragon Force has been sent to the north, and we've heard that the Crimson The family's Emelia has made her way there to sit in Cold Mountain..."

"Nonsense, I issued half of these set-ups with my own transfer orders, I would not know...I ask what other forces guard the perimeter of this damned broken manor?"

"Only the Second Witch Beast Unit and our Seventh Witch Squad are left... the other units have become entangled with the Crimson Family's guardian forces!"

According to the Denel family's basic power allocation, a Witch Beast Unit would mean ten thousand Witch Beasts of all ranks, while a Witch Squad would mean fifteen medium and low ranked Wizards of varying ranks.

To be honest, using ten thousand witch beasts and fifteen wizards to guard a dirt-cheap human noble estate was simply a waste of power. However, considering that the Crimson Duke was being held here, this preventive power was essential.

A human noble, no matter how glorious the title and noble the name, was still nothing more than a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy in the eyes of the sorcerers. Originally, it was not to be treated so solemnly by the Denel family.

A dog would always be a dog and would never be treated with respect and equality by the witches. But once the word 'Crimson' was added to the front of that dog's name, even the Denel family, which had always been above all else, had to treat it with caution and didn't dare to take it lightly.

After all, within that Crimson family, there were only five dogs that habitually bore the name of the Crimson Archduke!

Under such circumstances, the status of the Crimson Archduke was even higher than that of an ordinary 1st ranked sorcerer, enough to be on par with those 2nd ranked sorcerers.

Of course, this was only a superficial glory and status, but in reality, it was self-evident who was more important. The Crimson Grand Duke could be anyone's name, but he was just an ordinary person after all, while the Second Stage Sorcerer was a real one, possessing unparalleled power.

However, at this moment, the Dennel family had detained a Crimson Grand Duke in their hands, but it was also equivalent to slapping the Crimson family in the face. The Crimson Family over there could either rescue someone or capture a high ranking sorcerer of the Denel Family as well, or else they would have lost a point in their face after all.

And that, for the Crimson Family that was rising strong, was precisely the most unbearable!

"Only the Witch Beast Force and this many of you?" Marilyn Mona couldn't help but knit her brows again.

"My lord, there should be no problem!" The 2nd rank male sorcerer at the head was appalled, "Just guarding a human noble and his 1st rank advisor sorcerer, isn't that guardian power enough?"

"Hmph, what do you know... This Crimson Grand Duke is nothing if placed in normal times, but at this moment of escalating friction between the two great families, he represents the face of the Crimson Family. The other side will definitely send someone to rescue him!"

At this point, Marilyn Mona was still unsettled and hated it, "The family's forces have spread out all around and are at war with their guardian forces. Naturally, they couldn't send a witch force to attack here, so they'd have to send a few good elite men... I say, why are those bastards at headquarters so kind to let me sit at the back, feeling that this is the most dangerous place! Hmmm..."

Hearing Marilyn Mona's explanation, the fifteen Denel Family witches present couldn't help but feel a little nervous and uneasy. However, a few of them, a few of the 2nd rank witches with powerful and brawny scents, licked their lips lightly, as if they had gotten a little excited at the smell of blood instead.

"My lord, what do you think then..." the lead 2nd rank male witch asked in a low voice.

"Immediately send my orders to bring my Lost Dream Garden troops over!"

"This...my lord, this order seems to be in some conflict with the deployment at headquarters. In case the headquarters side..."

"Well, my mind power can only be maximized with their assistance, and those bastards at headquarters know that. Just send my orders back and have the Lost Dream Garden troops arrive at night. If those bastards dare to refuse, don't blame me for leaving everything here alone!"

"Yes...yes...I'm going to contact headquarters!" Hearing the 3-step witch's cold reply, the male witch hurriedly bowed down, a trace of sweat breaking out on his fleshy forehead.

"Alright, you all go down and set up and rest! By the way, send that Grand Duke's advisor wizard to my room so I can see if he has any useful information in his head..."

"Yes!"

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This was a huge, quiet and remote valley.

The ancient trees in the forest are tall and sturdy, and their huge crowns are like umbrella covers that cover a large space of about mu squared. The surrounding area was full of peaks, ravines and ravines, and birds and insects sang continuously.

Buzzing....

Suddenly, there was a strange, slight chirping sound in the sky.

Following that, three metal eyeballs the size of a human head flew over the forest and sea, leaving a faint and slowly dissipating blue scratch in the air.

Reaching near the valley, a metal eyeball was high in the air, sweeping everything around it. The remaining two eyeballs burrowed into the jungle, flexibly weaving and undulating among the labyrinth-like branches of ancient trees and thorny vines, a pale blue strange ray hitting in all directions, detecting and scanning for any suspicious signs.

The small animals in the jungle immediately hid into their dens, and the jungle that was chirping birds and singing insects one moment became silent the next, all the animals, plants and insects held their breath, no longer daring to show their heads and make noise.

The eyeball magic weapon passed through without noticing the slightest abnormality, and also rose back up into the sky. A few moments later, the three eyeball demons gathered together in a zigzag shape and whistled towards the nearby mountains.

When the Eyeball Demon Armament completely disappeared from sight, light and shadow floated near the tall ancient tree, and a large group of witch troops riding on Demon Colts tore through the illusionary boundary, revealing themselves.

At the head of the group was the 3rd rank shattered face wizard Gallo whose face was covered in stitches and seemed to be shattered.

He was riding on a particularly tall and majestic bizarre magic colt, looking off to the direction where the eyeball magic weapon had disappeared, and his face showed a heavy look.

This demonic foal was particularly fierce and hideous in appearance, its entire body was deep black, its surface covered with a strange layer of indigo scales, and its vicious grin was filled with guillotine sharp teeth, as well as two long fangs poking out from the front end.

One could tell at a glance that this was by no means a natural biochemical demon, but rather a synthetic witch beast that had been carefully cultivated by the shamans!