Age of Adepts

This was a small lake located deep in the dense forest.

With an area of only two to three hundred meters, it had become the favorite place for the beasts of the surrounding jungle to visit.

But here, even the most brutal and ferocious beasts would become much tamer. They come and go quietly, and the lake is filled with all sorts of creatures that run to drink.

The night is dark.

The calm surface of the lake looks more and more serene and peaceful under the beautiful moonlight.

In the heart of the lake, on top of a boulder protruding from the water, two black figures suddenly fell down. The arrival of these two figures immediately caused the bright moon hanging high in the sky to be covered with a layer of blood-colored mist.

Pfft....

Two strange muffled sounds from the sky and two guys from the sky simultaneously changed into human form and landed on top of the boulder.

"Solus, how are you doing over there? Any sign of the guy?" The questioner was a gentle, middle-aged nobleman, with two well-manicured moustaches that were exquisitely greasy, and an equally fine and noble costume.

He was the Marquis Rother who had led an entire vampire family to join Lord Mary, and was therefore quite well respected by Mary.

This time, hunting down the enemy 3rd rank witch, this former chief of the Rother clan had brought out almost all of his direct subordinates, clearly having aspirations for that advancement to the 4th rank slot. And naturally, he was one of the strongest competitors of the most vociferous Soros.

"Hmph, if I find that guy, do you think I'll still be hanging around here?" Soros grunted, "These damn witches are not very good at fighting, but they have a lot of tricks to sneak around. We've almost wiped out her men, but she hasn't shown up yet. Hmph, a fellow who is willing to abandon her men to escape alone, better not let me meet her..."

Rother ran his fingers through his beard as he scanned the surrounding silent mountain forest with his scarlet pupils as he calmly said, "This time, we vampires made a big move and destroyed two of the opponent's strongholds one after another, so we can imagine that the opponent's retaliation and counterattack is definitely coming. There's not much time left for us... Why don't we cooperate, Lord Solus?"

"Cooperation? How do you cooperate?"

"If we've completely surrounded this mountain forest and blocked the other side's possible escape route, what's left is naturally a fine search and dragnet search. If we work separately, the search net will certainly have huge holes that allow it to constantly shift and evade our search. If we work together, one of us will be laying out the perimeter to plug the leaks, and one of us will be concentrating on finding the target's trail... This way, the efficiency will definitely be much higher!" Rother still had a gentle smile on his face.

Soros gazed and said in a deep voice, "So... who's setting up the perimeter and who's in charge of searching inside?"

Around and around, that's what both sides are most concerned about!

Rother was silent for a moment before speaking, "Lord Soros has exceptional talent, and even without the power of the Blood Lord's initial embrace of ascension, he has a high chance of advancing to the 4th rank. As such, why don't Your Excellency let me have this chance. Of course, I will never disappoint Your Excellency, I can..."

At this point, Rother's voice suddenly lowered and silently transmitted to Soros.

The promises and benefits promised by the other party naturally made Soros' heart flutter. However, even if he was confident that he could successfully advance to the next level with his already strength alone, he was not willing to give up easily when faced with an opportunity that had a much higher success rate.

Moreover, once the other party advanced ahead of him, he would have to salute him respectfully in the future. At the thought of that embarrassing image, Soros was incomparably diabolical inside.

The Vampire clan was very particular about seniority. Once the other party had advanced before him, he would be a little higher than himself in ranking. Once the other party advances before him, he will be a little higher than himself in ranking authority. Then if he meets him again in the future, he will be a head shorter than him forever.

It seemed that he saw that Soros had some intention to move, but he was still worried.

This time, his payment was finally rewarded with a silent nod from Soros.

"In that case, let's get it over with! If it drags on for too long, I'm worried that reinforcements from Denel's side will arrive and spoil our good fortune..." suggested Rother with great joy, eagerly waiting.

"Don't worry, the enemy's side will only have some low to mid-ranked little ones arriving at most. As for that 4th-rank witch... hehe, she'd better stay honestly inside her witch tower!" Thoros smirked heedlessly.

He didn't explain why, and Rother wasn't in a position to ask too many questions.

But with Solus' words, Roussel could also realize that the Blood Lord must have passed on some inside information to these Blood Clans that originally belonged directly to her, otherwise the other party wouldn't be so old and calm, acting as if they had a good chance of winning.

That Blood Lord still treats 'one of us' more dearly....

Rother infinitely grudgingly turned into a black and red bat fluttering to the periphery.

...................

This was definitely the most wretched and dangerous point in time since Marilyn Mona became a witch.

She was carefully hidden in a tree cave of a tall, ancient tree, ten meters away from the ground.

The entrance and exit of the tree hole was only the size of a fist, and it was supposed to be a nest of squirrels.

But now, that nest of squirrels are quietly lying in the corner of the tree cave, not moving, the pupils of the eyes are slowly rotating a strange mind rune.

The original perfect tall body shape of Mona has shrunk and squirrel general no difference, the mood apprehensive hiding in the tree cave waiting for news from afar.

Outside the dense forest is so quiet that she could hear the slight breathing sound of squirrels and the thumping heartbeat. Every now and then she could also hear the awful sound of the strange creatures flapping their wings in rapid succession outside the tree cave.

The group of vampires had come so quickly, so quickly, that they hadn't even left Mona a chance to prepare more.

If she hadn't discovered the tree cave by accident and promptly controlled a few squirrels to act as her protection, she would have let the enemy discover the extremely weak 'shrink' fluctuations on her body.

She didn't kill the squirrels.

It was because she still needed the squirrels' faint life force to cover up her own life breath.

However, at this moment, the snake eye ring on her right tail finger flickered slightly.

Marilyn Mona hurriedly fought with the snake-eye ring, and immediately a somewhat old female voice entered her mind.

"Mona, where are you now? Why didn't you return to the family?"

This was indeed the voice of that Clara Witch.

Hearing this familiar and 'friendly' voice, Mona's tears were nearly flowing.

"My lord, I'm stuck in the middle of the road by the enemy and I can't escape... Right now, the enemy is searching around outside my hideout, and I estimate that in a few hours, they will find me.... "

"Hmph, you're too reckless. How can you easily kill the opposing 3rd rank wizard!" The Clara witch chimed in.

"My lord, I was wrong...I won't do it again!"

"Well, it's good that you understand the mistake." The Clara witch fell silent and spoke again, "You've been with me for over five hundred years, I will not abandon you. Hide yourself there, and I will set out from the nearest witch tower to rescue you. Until I arrive, you must hold on!"

"Yes, yes...I...I will insist!" Hearing that the Lord of the House had not given up on her, Mona almost cheered out in delight.

The light on top of the snake eye ring slowly dimmed, and it was clear that the Clara witch on the other side had snapped the remote sorcery connection.

Hesitantly, Mona couldn't help but write two more mystical runes, 'Visual Evasion' and 'Psychic Hint', on her palm so that they lingered around the perimeter of the tree cave.

This way, even if a vampire discovered the tree hole, they would consciously or unconsciously avoid it under the effect of the mind rune hints. As long as it wasn't a 3rd rank vampire, there was no risk that the other party would notice that their mind had been induced by an external force.

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City of Musta.

Denel Family Territory, Berkeley Province.

The towering witch tower in the center of the city was glowing brightly, its entire body enveloped in a glorious and brilliant elemental glow. In the darkness of the night, it was like a beautiful firework that bloomed, stunningly beautiful from afar.

A moment later, the light of the Witch Pagoda dissipated.

The door of the first floor of the Witch Tower opened wide, and a group of male and female witches flew out from inside.

As soon as they stepped out of the gate of the Witch Tower, a somewhat old-looking witch at the head of the group commanded in a low voice, "Come as soon as you can, I have to go first!"

With that said, and without waiting for the group of men to reply, this terrifying witch who had no ears or nose and only left a few holes in place soared up and flew off in a hurry towards the dense forest in the distance.

Clara, a 4th rank witch, a bloodline witch, and a renowned powerful witch in the middle of the continent.

Right now, however, she had to run away from inside the family headquarters to teleport to this family witch tower closest to Mona's trapped location in order to save the witch under her command who had caused a great deal of trouble, and redirect her to 'fetch' her back.

However, before she could fly as far as a thousand meters away, the Clara Witch Wood stopped and looked up at the huge bright moon that hung high above the firmament.

At some point, the silvery moon's brilliance was flowing with a blood-red hue.

A layer of reddish blood mist obscured the moon's radiance, making the entire heaven and earth red as if it were blood.

Sniffing the familiar smell of blood, Clara Witch's face changed sharply and became somewhat fierce and hideous.

"Mary, I can't believe it's you! Since you're here, show yourself!"

With a cackling, silvery laughter, Mary, clad in red armor, flapped her dark red bat wings and slowly descended from the sky. Behind her, the blood-colored moon hung high in the firmament of the sky, just fitting her figure into it.

The blood-colored halo floating in the air had a hint of the murderous taste of a soldier at war!