Age of Adepts

Grim now needs time to grow.

Though he firmly believes that his two generations, assisted by biochips, will never weaken his individual abilities compared to the gifted geniuses, it will take time for him to grow. Just as it takes time and space for a young beast to grow up, even with wings inserted, Grimm needs a lot of time to settle and invest heavily in resources.

Now that he is in a weak period of strength, it would undoubtedly be of immense benefit to his development if he could find a senior apprentice to shelter him. So he couldn't ask for Mary's wings.

But it is not unilateral, and to some extent Grimm wants to demonstrate its worth and try to bring this “relationship" closer to alliance rather than to investment.

Simply handle the Simba head in your hand. If Grim is right, the Simba soul remains in this head. If you don't handle it in time, I'm afraid your trophy will fade a lot.

Anyway, it's also a powerful enough ghost woman leader to match the senior apprentice. Whether it's a soul experiment or a voodoo ceremony, it's a good voodoo material.

There were three outsiders who broke into the Magic Marsh, and the Alice they had here, although not intercepted, let her bleed out. The arrogant guy, I'm afraid, is about to peel off his skin. As for the other two, the Mad Girl and Eagle Eye have already taken care of them, so it's not Grimm's turn to worry.

And Mary, the guy, was obviously more interested in the blood of two other outsiders, and without saying hello to Grimm, the incarnate bloodsucking bat rushed into the mist. Grimm, on the other hand, was able to sneak back to the Wizard Tower, carrying a wealth of spoils of war and full of fright.

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The myriad distracted shadows swayed in front of her, making it difficult for her to distinguish between East, South, West and North.

But with that perception of space in her original talent, Alice struggled to break open the wrap of a storm in the sky, pull open a space rift, and drill back into the original world.

In the void, a swinging space crack was opened and Alice's head was planted down.

Boom...

Aiya!

Alice, who had lost almost all of her strength, hit a hard, cold slate with severe pain that kept her from snowing.

Damn bastards, damn vampires, don't let me get back on track. I'm going to take care of the wound, I'm sure...

Alice, who was complaining with a mad curse in her heart, suddenly stopped, and opened her eyes and looked at the horrible figure in front of her with horror. Strong fears saved her heart and made her dare never move again.

Alice glanced around and found herself in a dark enclosed stone chamber. This is not an escape point she set herself up in advance, and it is not any witch apprentice she is familiar with who stands before her.

Look at each other's thin and dry bodies, look at each other's signature grey wizard robes and high top hats, and look at each other's creepy smiles...

Alice finally couldn't bear to scream: "Anderson Wizard! ”

The lean old man in the pestle position is the owner of the marsh tower, Anderson, the first-order sorcerer.

And he undoubtedly has the highest authority over the marsh tower. So the space Alice used for her last escape was accidentally altered by him to allow this bitter little Laurie to send herself straight to him.

The horrors of true wizards are by no means conceivable by ordinary people.

Seriously, since the beginning of the apprenticeship period, the Wizard Apprentice has begun to deeply transform his body. In their eyes, the beauty of the figure, the good-looking appearance, is far less important than the strength or not.

If someone comes out and counts, it turns out that at this moment, in the swamp tower, more than 50 wizard apprentices, less than half of them are purely human bodies.

Bloodline modification, biotransformation, witchcraft pollution variation… these are the most immediate consequences of their efforts to become stronger. The line between man and non-man is actually not so obvious in the witch world.

Even the Wizard Apprentice, then compared to them, the nature of life has undergone a noticeable sublimation of the formal Wizard, furthermore pushing the transformation of the flesh to the limit.

How can a sorcerer who can endure a cruel and painful process of transformation, who can endure a long and lonely exploration of knowledge, who can use all means to make himself strong, and who has struggled through this kind of ordeal have no pure heart?

When it comes to wizards in the world of wizards, the most intuitive impressions are powerful, insidious, evil and cold. Though they claim to be servants of knowledge, who walk the path of gathering knowledge forever, their means of acquiring it are absolutely not compassion and peace.

The world of wizards, as a rare and large place in the whole multiverse, inevitably enslaves thousands of small and medium-sized places as well. They are mad at extracting resources and knowledge from defeated positions to arm and grow their strength. A family of wizards who don't have their own personal place, I'm afraid it's not even the end of the line on the Wizards' Continent.

And at the forefront of the world of witches is a wizard armed to the teeth. And a first-order wizard like Anderson, in a vast battlefield of landscapes, is just the lowest form of cannon ash.

Yes, the lowest battle unit in the world of wizards is the first-order wizard. As for the Wizard Apprentice, these rookies, who can't even adapt to the rule of dominion, don't even deserve to be firecrackers.

So the more witches you've experienced, the more awe Alice has shown them.

Although her spatial gift is already a source of excellence, in front of these official wizards, she is nothing but a canary that can be pinched at will. In the wizard world, talent represents only your potential and not your strength. How few geniuses have died in the dark for thousands of years?

So when Alice realized that she was facing a formal wizard, she immediately converged all her pride and mania, and even though her body was sore and sweaty, she bowed awaiting her interrogation without realizing it.

“I'm in a bad mood today because a few bugs actually snuck into my garden while I was doing my experiments. What, the little guy from Fanny's cabin, who gave you permission to break into my territory?” Anderson's shady face didn't show joy and sorrow, and even Alice couldn't help but fight a cold war.

“Dear Anderson Wizard, My mentor Lord Deborah sent me here to send you a message.” Alice didn't dare be lazy and hurried to show her intentions.

“Debra, that crazy bitch?” Anderson frowned suspiciously: "You must be the genius apprentice Debra took in three years ago! What, with a little power, you want to come to me and practice? Ha... little girl, didn't your mentor tell you that I hate being disturbed the most? By the way, are those two little bugs from Fanny's house? ”

Alice bowed in awe and answered quickly, “No, we met outside the swamp, and they all took the assignment. One of them is from Mandazo College and the other is from the Mafia Association. ”

“Mission? Did you take the mission before you came to my magic swamp? ”

“Yes, we took the Trial Quest in our respective organizations before we ventured in here! ”

“Damn it, damn it... I knew the scattering tower would keep those damn guys here. This is the Magic Marsh! This is my private territory, and those bastards turned it into a mission point. I will definitely report this damned behavior to the committee at the next meeting of the Wizards...”

Perhaps stabbed with some pain, some insane Anderson wizards became more and more insane, screaming vicious curses at some of the guys in the distance. When it comes to excitement, Anderson has even changed seven or eight languages, and Alice can understand or recognize only three.

After scolding her, the Anderson wizard shut his mouth and his cold eyes stared at Alice again.

“For what you know about awe, I won't leave you. But you can't break into my garden and destroy it without discipline. That's a lesson for you!” As the magic scepter in the hands of the Anderson wizard gently flies a little green into Alice's empty right eye nest.

At the same time, a strange circle appeared at Alice's feet, and after a few flickers of spell fluorescence, a bright light flashed, and Alice disappeared into the stone chamber.

Almost as Alice was forcibly transferred away, the same transmission halo appeared beneath the Wizard Apprentice, who was still rampaging deep into the swamp, and the light flashed to expel them from the magic swamp.

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Magic swamp entrance.

This is a desolate hillside.

In front of it stretches the magical swamp covered by thick fog, with a remote view, in addition to the pit depressed swamp pool, is the cluttered thorny shrub and ghostly shaved artemisia, nothing surprising.

Alice fell on the ground again after a dazzling flash of light.

Without waiting for her to rise from the ground, the white light flashed and two familiar figures appeared in her sight.

Alice stood up humming and hurriedly pulled all kinds of bottle jars out of her belly bag and started trying to heal herself. Although she has left the magic swamp, she still dares not complain about the wizard.

The ghost knows if the goddamn wizard has the means to keep watching them. Once he hears some bad words, I'm afraid he'll never leave here again.