Age of Adepts

Dirty hair, dark sharp claws, imperfect but unusually sharp horrible fangs are the most typical traits of a ghost woman.

On land, they may not be as capable of battle as ghosts, but rather sludge swamps, which will double directly to a shorter extent than swamp crocodiles. And in the ancient haunted herd, there may even be individual haunted chiefs who have mastered elemental power. And these guys, they possess a high level of wisdom that is never inferior to the Wizard Apprentice.

Perhaps it should be said that the birth of one or two haunted witches is not impossible if those human witches are willing to give proper status to these haunted chiefs.

Unfortunately, in this world of wizards, where human wizards have dominated, the rest of the evolution and development of different species have been devastated and suppressed. So smart, intelligent haunted women in front of high wizards are just experimental objects and precious materials that can be slaughtered randomly.

Today, the tranquillity of Ghostbuster Swamp Living District was broken by two outsiders.

One man and one woman, one after the other, broke into the swamp.

The man in front is obviously a wizard apprentice in the marsh tower. In addition to wearing a prominent apprentice robe, the magic fluctuations of the witchcraft talisman of the tower members are clearly discernible. This abominable guy, who usually exists as a wizard's claw tooth, is also a bad luck being chased today. He runs deep and shallow in the sludge swamp, screaming out loud as he runs.

“Simba, you poor thing who only dares to hide in the mud... come out quickly... Simba... you are a snotlout... muddy monster...”

It can be said that the whole sludge swamp was stirred into a pot of porridge by this vile guy who was running around with his pursuers.

Ordinary haunted women don't have that much eye power. Once he sensed the proximity of the lively breath, he could not help but escape from the sludge and probe most of his body over the filthy, cloudy pool, trying to grab Grimm's swept past and pull him into the sludge.

So behind Grimm's treadmill, his arms swung up like a bush. A ghost woman was lured up from the bottom of the pond and chased behind him.

But Grimm's goal is not them. These stupid, low-level guys pull out more, and they can't threaten that horrible Laurie behind them. Of all the sludge swamps, the only one that could make Alice feel a little rash is probably that... Simba!

With her gifted instincts, Alice floated in the air, 20 meters from the ground, watching the muddy waves rolling beneath her and the stinking water spilling wildly, her anger grew stronger on her face.

“The boy below, listen... don't run away... as long as you take me to that swamp tower, I promise I won't hurt you with a sweat! ”

Grim's head won't echo loudly either.

You're not gonna hurt me with a sweat. You just want to unload me... don't take this kindergarten trick out and sell it... you have the ability to catch me first! ”

Yan Zheng once again screamed “Simba Simba” around his neck.

“You're looking for death... you son of a bitch, don't tell me to catch you... if you fall into my hands...”

“What about you? Me? Steamed red? Why don't you wash it? Anyway, you demon heads are all monsters... Yesterday Mary the demon head foot softened, today by you little grown up Lori, I am really obnoxious..."

Grimm had not finished his speech like a bead cannon, and felt his feet tight. A cane wrapped up from the pool straightened his legs, finally making him unable to hold on to the wind element, one side loaded into the stinking water.

As Grimm struggled desperately in the stinking pool, an exceptionally strong haunted woman rose from the center of the pool on a bigger, weirder crocodile.

Dirty long hair, dark bright and terrible fingernails with sharp nails, ragged and broken clothes, brutally white and tough hard skin like cowhide, thin and dry scary body... this suddenly emerged ghost head with a simple long whip woven with vines, sitting across the hideous and terrible monster body of the fierce god, increasing its strength.

“Simba Simba... you can come out... take me away quickly! From now on, I'm yours! …" As soon as Grimm, who struggled barely to float in the filthy cloudy water, saw this dreadful, horrible head of the haunted woman, he jumped at each other with joy and saw the look of an acquaintance.

This human boy, who often comes to plunder his own people, does so, obviously by surprise, too. The angry leader of Simba, who had intended to rush out to expel the sorcerer apprentice, was stunned. The identity of these apprentices may not be clear to the average haunted woman, but the head of the haunted woman knows it clearly.

Since that tall tower was erected in the middle of the swamp, it has ceased to be their native swamp territory and has become a resource point for human wizards. Their natives have also changed from the owner of the swamp to the wizard's watchdog, driving them away from the unexpected visitors.

Despite their total dissatisfaction with such identities, they are aware of the horrors of human wizards and can only silently tolerate the fact that there are often apprentices of human wizards on their territory. Even once in a while, the Wizard Apprentice plunders one or two ghost wives for experimentation, and it can only hold its eyes open.

But today, this abominable sorcerer apprentice is too rude to break directly into the very core of the swamp where the haunted mother-in-law lives, how can it not be so angry?

Watching the human boy pounding on his side, Ghost Leader Simba could no longer hold on to his hatred of living things and his desire for flesh and blood, and stretching out his sharp black claw was going to rip out this guy's heart and beat him to the teeth first.

But just as it was about to make a move, Simba suddenly perceived an intense and terrible killing, couldn't help but lift up the dirty head, the slightly reddish cloudy eyes staring dead at Alice flying up.

Somehow, seeing this little human girl with little or no meat on her body, Simba couldn't help but drool. A strong desire from the bottom of its heart that it always wanted to pour this little human girl into its arms and gently pierce her delicate white skin with her sharp, sharp fangs, allowing that warm, fragrant, sweet blood to warm her cold body again.

Especially when the other person's delicate body is filled with that sweet soul, making it even more intoxicating.

The human wizard dared not provoke, but a wizard apprentice with such a powerful soul was in front of him, and his heart immediately tangled.

A wizard apprentice, a little wizard apprentice, eating one himself. I'm sure the human wizard won't turn his face over for that, either? If the other person is really angry, you can use the peripheral scumbags to plug them. As long as one apprentice is able to eat this delicious, five... no, ten, twenty of my men will pay for it themselves.

Compared to Alice, who floats in the sky, Grimm, who is already in control, is poured into hard cheese next to a cream cake and no longer attracts Simba's interest.

Simba lifted her right hand and patted the back of a giant lizard under her. This tamed swamp warcraft opened its blood basin and shouted loudly, emitting a grey ray from its yellow eyes, hitting Grimm.

Petrification ray!

This is the gifted skill of a marshy warcraft, a giant lizard, and the close-range petrochemical rays are enough to transform a mortal into a pitiful stone statue forever. And Grimm, as an apprentice of witches, although he also had some elemental resistance, was inevitably petrified in the face of the magical mount of the ghost woman leader.

Perceived to gradually begin to paralyze the stiff body, Grimm quickly stuffed a vial of medicine into his mouth and waved his hand at Alice, who had just flown to the top of his head. Then the whole body was completely infected with a terrible grey color, slowly sinking into the mud like a rigid stone man.

Four haunted women, a fierce son, stuck in turbid water and dragged the spoils sent to their doors straight to the nest at the bottom of the mud pit.

Her body was empty and her exquisite princess dress floated, and Alice watched as the damned boy waved at herself and disappeared into the mud, and she had no choice. Her spatial powers are truly powerful, but only when mental forces lock into a particular space can they exert the horrific lethality of a spaceborne photograph. Now the bastard has disappeared into the cloudy mud, making her impossible to lock.

When you think about catching that bastard, you need to risk your long dress getting dirty deep into that filthy, stinking swamp, and Alice's anonymous anger burns to the tip of her hair.

This bastard would rather fall into the hands of the monster than be caught by himself, he must have prepared himself in advance for the retreat. No, you can't let him go... make sure to grab him and torture him from his soul how he perceives the power of his space!

With the rage of his cavity, Alice grabbed it in vain with her right hand and pulled it apart into the chest of that mighty haunted woman. With an incredible stare, Alice had an extra, dry, stinking heart in her hand.

White little hands lightly, long gone half-silk fleshy rotting heart burst into the sky crushing powder, stinking purple and black viscous stain blood slowly flowing down the finger seam. And Alice stared at this obstructed haunted chief without a slight expression, with a slight tone of threat.

“Give me that apprentice boy, or...” Aliston: “The next time you crush your brain! ”