Age of Adepts

Max Lang is dead!

An old wizard with great power somehow died in a humble battlefield!

Such shocking facts make it somewhat unbearable for both warring parties.

The Cartier Hills is no more than 120 miles long, with one, two, three cities, and seven or eight human towns. Even crushing these estates and towns into dust and converting them into magic crystals cannot withstand the true value of an old wizard.

So the tripartite attacks, more on behalf of the forces and organizations behind them, test the power of the Sarubo family. If the Sarubo family is truly traumatized by the war in front of them, it will inevitably adopt a strategic contraction that gives way to a number of interests. Space is then redeemed for time to regain its own strength.

It can be said that such border wars occur almost daily throughout the dispersed Tallinn region, and that there are no small number of wizard families and groups involved. But when a wizard dies for it, it becomes rare.

As a party to the invasion, Carlos of the Micairn clan was helplessly declared defeated and both sides sat down again to negotiate subsequent reparations.

The Micairn family, an occupied city that needs to spit out and double its compensation for the looted villages, even needs to devote substantial and scarce resources to compensate the Sarubo family for its real losses. As long as the Micairns do not want to escalate the conflict between the two sides into a full-scale family war, that concludes what is happening today.

As for how the Micairn family would compensate the Black Hand Association to which Maxlan belonged, that was another matter.

And Grim and Cogan went straight back to Federnand after the grass had finished.

But in this battle, Grimna's horrible Fire Demon fame also spread.

It's a miracle for a newcomer to kill an old wizard with one or two enemies!

In the days following the strike between the two sides, a number of witches reportedly arrived at Castle Lokol to examine the remnants of the fighting there. Every wizard who has seen the battlefield has a heavy face and a sombre look!

Seriously, it has become so full of sores that it is no longer suitable for human beings to live there.

It was as if a violent volcano had erupted there, and the battlefield was filled with lava rolls and flows and then cools down the terrible lava left behind. Breaking down some strangely raised lava rocks will reveal some essentially well-preserved metal armor, and the flesh inside the armor has been mixed with melted iron water, making it difficult to break it apart.

And the nearest castle to the battlefield, Roccor Castle, suffered a terrible witchcraft blow, and most of the castle buildings were softened to mud and then re-condensed into strange forms.

Fortunately, however, with the compensation of the Micairn family, it is more than enough for the Viscount Donald to rebuild five castles.

As a result of this campaign, the wind waves against the Sarubo family disappeared naturally. Many families or organizations that wanted to find cheap money in the Salubo family were also rewatching.

But Grimm has also managed to harvest the hatred of the Mafia!

Upon his return to Federnand, Grimm learned briefly that the mafia was a small organization with seven wizards. Apart from their chairman being a second-degree wizard, that Meslan is already the most powerful first-order wizard in their organization.

Knowing this message, Grimm smiled and left the other's hatred behind. With the family standing behind him, it is impossible for the other 2 wizard to come to his trouble voluntarily, otherwise the Sarubo 3 wizard will slaughter his mafia in minutes.

As long as it's a fair shoot-out with a clear arrow, Grimm has never really been a first-degree wizard.

Given Grimm's significant contribution in the Battle of Castle Lokol, the Kogan Wizard took a portion of the Micairn family's war reparations to compensate for his battle losses.

20,000 Demon Crystals, 5: 00 Family Contribution, Tons of Wizard Resources, and 3 Wizard Level Element Crystal Cores.

With these, Grimm could not reasonably hide in Federnand's Wizard Tower and regained his full strength day and night.

It has to be said that Maslan's weird black smoke and Carlos' powerful curse still have a considerable effect on him. It wasn't until the seventh day after the war that he expelled all the negative witchcraft in his body and realigned his body to its optimal state.

Through this battle, Grimm also saw clearly his strengths and weaknesses and began to plan for the future of witchcraft.

Fire is undoubtedly the most powerful form of witchcraft on the battlefield, and this has been amply demonstrated. But in the midst of a small battle between wizards, the immense power of fire witchcraft is not necessarily fully released.

It can be said that without the spontaneous explosion of the Flame Lord, and without the powerful instantaneous witchcraft of the Poisonous Scroll, Grimm's desire to win one or two enemies is almost a luxury!

So if Grimm wants to continue to maintain his battle advantage, reinforcing the power of the party is the only way out.

But the rate of spiritual growth is imperative and can only be improved by daily hard meditation. Of course, searching for suitable psychotropic agents or ingredients with good benefits is also a way to go.

But it obviously takes an extremely long process!

Therefore, if you want to strengthen and improve your strength in a short time, magic puppets and transcendental symbols are the most promising directions for your efforts. And he promised the Wizard's Sky City in the Dark Grotto a journey, six months from now.

So after some deep reflection, Grimm decided to prioritize overcoming the infidels, using them to strengthen his witchcraft tattoos and puppets, and then think about something else.

Moreover, his journey to the other realm has yielded so much resources and wonders that it will take some time to settle and accumulate to consolidate his roots and make up for the lack of witchcraft knowledge.

So over the next month, Grimm hid in the Wizard's Tower, deep out, soaked up in the Witchcraft Lab all day, and never showed up again.

Of course, Grimm was not completely isolated during this period, but remained in contact with the outside world. On the third day he chose to shut down, little Lori Alice, who ran out on a mission, came back and met him.

Three or four months without seeing each other, it has to be said that Grimm was impressed by the progress of Alice's strength. At this rate, it may only take a year and a half for Alice to reach the standards of an advanced wizard.

“Give it to me!” As soon as Alice broke into Grimm's room, she opened her little hand.

“What?” Grim confused.

“Of course it's my gift!” Alice rolled her white eyes in a bad mood: “You went to another world and couldn't have brought back any gifts, could you? ”

Grim was speechless for a while.

“This... Alice, as if I were your master! You want to get the benefit from me because a maid didn't do anything, I'm afraid...”

Listening to this, Alice, who looked like a drum, immediately became smiling.

“Dear Master, Dear Master, Don't you know what you need a lovely Alice to do for you? ”

Seeing Alice look bullish, Grimm couldn't help but have a headache and a sneering smile: “Since you grew up in a rich family, don't you know what a maid can do? ”

“Waiter?” Alice cheered like a freckle: “Okay, okay, okay! How about tonight? Lovely Alice will warm your bed tonight! ”

Grim, with his forehead, was completely silent.

Though knowing that Alice was just a flower in front of her mouth, Grimm couldn't walk as comfortably in the face of a 7-year-old little Lori whose body and face were cured.

By the way, Alice is almost 17 years old. But this is Lori's body, this childish face, it's so hard to treat her like someone her own age!

If her gift was ordinary, then Grimm had already thrown her aside to eat dirt with such an uncaring personality. But when he saw with his own eyes the magic of a top “god stick," Grimm was extremely curious about Alice's “Witch of Destiny” name.

If… is able to personally cultivate a prophet of its own, it will certainly be of immense significance for the future.

It is precisely because of this idea that Grimm also has strong hopes for Alice. Grimm would not be stingy if she had the opportunity to pull closer and her feelings.

Grim looked up and thought that she could use it on herself, and it wasn't too cold, as if that was the only thing left!

To think of it, Grimm waved open the witchcraft protection of the dwelling, and a faint layer of fluorescence appeared on the four walls and floors and ceilings of the dwelling. This way, even those who hold the highest authority of the Wizard Tower will not be able to pry into the secrets of his residence without touching Grimm's perception.

“You... you want to do... anything?” Alice snapped and took a step back, holding onto her collar with her hands, her panicked eyes twitching and panicking.

“Hmm, the ghost is interested in your idea because of your bean sprouts!” Grimm's got a bad airway: “Aren't you asking for a gift? Here, this is my gift to you! ”

Simply put, Grimm took a grey cloth pocket out of her storage belt and gave it to Alice.

“It's not my idea! What kind of gift is this? It looks so ugly...” Alice grabbed her nose and gently lifted the cloth pocket with two fingertips.

The cloth pocket is obviously not a magic object, it is a regular pocket sewn from linen coarse cloth, not only old and broken, but also smells rotten as the pocket opens.

Alice instantly lost faith in the contents of the gift when she saw that the packaging was so simple.

She choked her nose, withstood nausea and pulled out a strange grey fist-sized stone from inside.

“Is this the gift you brought me from the ectopic side? A broken rock! ”

Alice rolled her eyes and then threw the stone away.

But the grey stone just left her palm and outlined a fluorescent silver wire in the air. The stone had not yet landed, and the silver wire began to shake, and the void in front of it opened a small mouthful. And the stone was as if it was intelligent, and it was going to disappear into this void hole in the blink of an eye.

The scream of Alice's thrill finally rang.

“Void Stone! ”