Age of Adepts

The gentle and warm sunshine sprinkled through the speckled shadows of the trees, finally bringing a little comfort to Mok.

Sumitomo birds were frightened in the nearby jungle and quickly burst above the tip of the forest, breaking the tranquility of the mountain forest.

After an entire night of hard work, in the dark jungle of blindness, in the primitive jungle of branches stretching, vines spreading, and bushes, he escaped from that dreadful nightmare jungle, even though his forehead hit blue and his mouth swelled high.

The journey ran wildly, even though no creature was chasing him, Mok continued to look back, as if some invisible demon had been following him.

The light is shining in front of you, and the jungle stops here. Beneath the soothing shallow slope is a green and greasy lawn with distant views of the steep corners of the small village cabin and the soggy smoke cooking.

Seeing this scene, Mock's heart was put back in his stomach.

Falling and crashing out of the jungle, Mok's head didn't go back to that hill village.

That's Kolka Village!

A small village on the edge of the Greenland Forest, where supplies are not sufficient, but some meat and fresh water can be supplied. So many mercenaries and adventurers who seek to live in the Greenland Forest enjoy sleeping there.

The village is dead silent.

According to theory, this should be the busiest time for the hunters of the village. They need to enter the jungle in groups to check if there is any harvest in the trap, while the elderly people of the village will meet and chat in the village, and the women will start drying out freshly tanned animal fur in front of and behind the house...

Mock looked at the empty village with some confusion, and he couldn't even see those hairy boys who were always running around in the middle of the village.

No one in the village?

No, there's someone in the village!

After all, Mock comes from a mercenary. Although the ability to kill is not very brilliant, he is well versed in knowledgeable skills. He was able to see the faint eyeball reflection behind each closed cabin gate, as well as a heavy breath.

“Hank! Dhaka! Are you all here? It's me, Mock! Why are you all hiding? Don't you know me? Black Bear Mercenaries Mok..."

After hearing Mok scream over and over, a cabin in the village squeaked and opened the gate, and Hank the Hunter's familiar figure appeared at the door. Somehow, he didn't come out to greet Mock as brilliantly as he had in the past, but stood silently in the shadow of the door, slowly clearing the way.

Soul Puddin 'Mok ran all night in the jungle, already tired and eager to get into the house.

“Hank, whatever you have here, bring me something to eat and drink. I need to rest and rush back to Blue Hill immediately. I'm telling you, you must warn the villagers not to go back into the mountains. There..."

As soon as he entered the house, Mock adjusted to the darkness of the house with a slight gaze, and immediately discovered that more than a dozen hunters in the village were here. They stood quietly in the house and could hardly see their faces in the shadows.

“Are you in a meeting? Why didn't you know to light a light? ”

Mok's words were not finished, and it was suddenly dark behind him, and Hank hid the gate again.

As a result, the dark demons appeared more and more in the cabin!

Mok suddenly fought a cold war and for the first time felt the strange scene.

Just a step backwards, his body was held tight by a man from behind, followed by two more men, his hands grabbed his arms and shoulders, one left and one right.

“What are you doing? It's mine... it's me, Mok...”

Mock struggled so hard, his right hand tried to touch the dagger behind his waist, but he was held from behind and on both sides by three people. The hunter in the mountains already has the strength, or three to one, and now Mocko is really hard to resist!

Just when Mok hissed and cursed, a rickety figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

White hair and beard, a wrinkled old face, is the old village mayor of Kokar village, Father Nohan.

However, without Mok handing over Nohan's name, the gracious old man opened his mouth suddenly and the bigger it was. Due to his oversized mouth, the old man even ripped open the corner of his mouth and ripped it beneath his ear root.

But he didn't open his mouth, he opened it... but a quadruple-shaped muzzler with dog-teeth all over the edge of his lip, creepy to look at. And right in the middle of the quadriplegic mouthpiece, the orangutan burst into a bloody tube and suddenly burst into an ugly, weird scorpion.

And that old Norhan stepped in, and he actually cracked Mock's mouth open with his lips and threw that horrible scorpion in his mouth.

Mock's heart was frightened, his life struggled, and his mouth whimpered with tremendous screams.

Too bad all this won't help!

That horrible scorpion drilled into his throat raw. Moments later, when the three of them loosened their arms, Mock stopped struggling, and all the painful expressions on his face disappeared, turning into a numb and stiff appearance.

He drowned his arms, his eyes filled with a dark red color, and, like other hunters, stood silently in the dark waiting for the master's command.

And at this time, a near-transparent wind is floating over the cabin, silently waiting for something.

“Huh, Grimm, you crossed the line!” A murmuring, bug-like spiritual fluctuation suddenly rings in the nucleus of the monstrous consciousness.

“It's not about crossing boundaries, it's about tracking!” Grimm's lazy voice also came through this temporary spiritual passage: “As you can see, I'm tracking my prey! Should I go to Cogan and sue you for interdicting something that belongs to me? ”

“Huh, you can sue if you want! Kogan gave me an order to seal off this mountain forest and keep no leisurely people waiting. I'm just following orders. As for you, a powerful fire wizard, you let a human mercenary break through your territory. Shouldn't you explain your incompetence to Cogan? ”

“No need... since you've cut off this prey, forget it, I'm leaving!” As soon as Grimm's words were finished, the breeze began to rise slowly, looking like he was about to leave here.

“…” that invisible, dark Ntik raised his guard violently.

He hasn't spoken well since dealing with this Grimm. He immediately felt a slight discomfort when he retreated so painfully this time.

And just when Ntik was skeptical, the wind rising to the sky suddenly passed down another spiritual fluctuation: "By the way, Ntik, don't you check each other's bodies every time you make bugs? ”

After that, the monster went into the jungle without turning back.

At this time, Mok's body in the cabin suddenly began to warm up sharply, and the whole person instantly turned into a human flesh bomb. When his whole body boiled to the limit, it exploded with a bang.

Due to the relatively dense hunter's station, which was “bugged” in the hut, Mock's explosion affected the remaining seven bugs. These seven bugs were punched with splattered bone fragments and terrible, high temperatures of plasma, and then melted painfully.

Every bug has an enthusiastic phage in his body, and the instant eight phages are extinguished, the mental pain inflicted on enthusiasts is also known.

The next second, Ntik's exasperated screaming curse rushed to the sky.

Too bad the wind is long gone!

…………

When Grimm returned to the witch camp with a string of prisoners of war, the teenager followed him.

The teenager's name is Edwin, and he's from a remote place called Clythe. It is also a famous area with a beautiful view and is full of wine. Unfortunately... as he woke up with that strange gift, he was forced to leave his hometown and live a life of exodus and hiding in Tibet.

Unfortunately, even as he hid in the depths of the Greenland Forest, he was still trapped in a cave by a bunch of crazy dog-like fanatical hunter knights. Six of his seven six-month-old comrades died in the morning and evening, the only one who survived. Again, the hunter knights tried to take him back to the city and publicly execute him, which temporarily left him with a life.

Yet his life changed dramatically last night, putting him on a completely different path!

It's only been two or three days, and the camp has changed dramatically.

A three-storey stone tower has been raised, and a dozen mechanical beasts are floating outside the tower, carefully etching special symbolic lines on the tower walls.

Although this is not a true Wizard Tower, it is sufficient to temporarily serve as a Wizard's residence with the continuous enhancement of strong, anti-demonic and anti-prophetic characters. More and more sophisticated magic objects and witchcraft agents cannot be refined without the alchemy lab and the alchemy table.

So building a tower of witchcraft is a top priority!

Upon this return, Grimm found that the number of witch beasts on the outskirts of the camp had doubled again. And on several powerful wizard beasts, Grimm also found traces of loot he had previously returned.

Like bloodthirsty ogres, like fierce monkeys, like poisonous giants...

These powerful wizard-grade witch beasts are too rough to refine, and the life system is fundamentally unstable, which at first glance is a minor product of the temporary seal. Although such a guy has no loss of combat power and can reach the strength of a wizard, his vitality is only a short month or two.

And when Grimm and Cogan began handing over newly captured hunter knights and human mercenaries, the teenager Edwin was looking at everything in the camp in a spirit of worship.

For him, this is the magician's sanctuary of his dreams and the place he is willing to defend himself by oath of death!