Age of Adepts

After stepping into the corridor, everything in front of you quickly darkens!

The otherwise dark corridor walls fade at visible speeds. Wall skins continue to rise and fall, followed by rapid fading in the air. After peeling off, the skin revealed a rusty metal wall underneath, and a heartwarming low burst began to echo in the ears.

“Seems like an illusion!” Kerr whispered in the back.

“Who has the material to restrain illusion?” Will's voice trembled a little in front of him.

Warren, a senior apprentice, wandered around his waistbag for a while, pulled out a black pot and said softly, “I have a little magic grass. Which one of you needs it? ”

“I” … “I” … “I”

The other three were overjoyed and could not bear to ask for it.

Ecstasy is a herbaceous plant with long serrations at the edges of the blades and is one of the basic materials for the manufacture of Ecstasy-type agents. If you grind the Ecstasy into a paste and apply it on the nose, it will refresh your brain and enhance your body's ability to resist hallucinations.

After the four men made it according to the law, they were about to turn back and ask if Alice needed it, but found that they were holding a shiny magic gem in their hands and could not help but gauge the changes around them.

This gemstone is diamond-shaped, colorless and transparent, held in the hands, a gentle light emitted, giving a sense of serenity and thoroughness.

Reality Stone!

The muscles on the faces of several apprentices twitched for a moment and were quite speechless.

This magic gem, capable of breaking through invisibility and illusion abilities, has a market value of at least 400 magic crystals and cannot be afforded with the financial resources of several of them. The other party is also a wizard apprentice, although it is a more noble quasi-witch, but can easily take out one.

This… the gap between apprentice and apprentice is too great!

Alice shook the gem with her true vision and approached the wall a little, and the fading scene she had just seen suddenly vanished. The walls are back in the shape of a dark brown wood texture, all the same as before.

Illusion technique!

After several apprentices saw it, they finally put down their snacks.

Will walked in front again, bitterly, step by step.

Extrapolated from the length of the castle's one-sided buildings, the corridor is at most less than 100 metres long. With the sight of a few people, even if the lights go dark again, you should be able to see the end of the corridor at a glance. But oddly tight, a few people's sights can only reach up to seven or eight meters out here.

Farther away is like being swallowed up by darkness, completely invisible.

Looks like some kind of illusion effect again!

Will slowly moved forward, his eyes constantly sweeping around and under his feet. Any minor changes and anomalies would stop him until he was sure there was no danger.

Misty darkness fades away a little bit in front of you.

The candlelight jumping on both walls reflected a dull glow, and the shadows cast on the walls were long, short, left and right, like a demon with teeth and claws. The planks under my feet are obviously obsolete, and I can't help stepping on them to make a squeaky noise.

A half metre square wooden frame hangs from the wall on the front left, hidden in the shadow of the candlelight. Now that we're close, Will will be able to see what's inside.

This is a landscape painting of the countryside, far mountains, near water, a small, slightly raised mountain bag in the middle of the picture, and a blurry figure who can't see the gender is staring at this over the mountain bag.

The painting technique is good. I just don't know what the painter thinks. The whole painting actually uses only black and white colors. It raw turned a beautiful set of countryside scenery into a yin test, with a hint of ghost painting.

Will shook his head and focused again on the underfoot plank.

As he moves forward, the squeaky noise continues to accompany him, making it almost impossible for him to concentrate on discerning the movement around him. And as he stopped and wanted to listen to the movement around him, the squeaky planks echoed from behind.

“You guys are making small moves...” Will couldn't bear to look back and blame, but the sight of his entry scared him.

Several companions did follow, but... they were pale and twisted, and two lines of blood tears were slowly flowing down their orbits.

“What's wrong with you guys?” Will asked with a trembling voice.

Several companions' faces revealed a frightening smile, stretching out sharp white claws like drowning corpses, howling strangely at him.

Will was scared back a few steps and finally couldn't bear the fear of running back fast.

Crossing the creek, running across the grass, Will ran upside down and finally stopped panting after climbing the little mountain bag.

Now you're rid of those horrible monsters?

With a trace of fear, Will looked back and discovered that his surroundings were different.

This... this does not seem to be the shady third floor corridor of the castle, but...

Look at the shady mountains behind you, at the gray grass in front of you, at the black river… a wooden box hanging in the middle of the sky in the distance, seemingly a window through which you can see a pale figure leading Kerr, Warren and others slowly walking in a dark, scary corridor.

Judging by his position and perspective, Will Thrilled discovered that he seemed to be… in the picture he had just seen. And his original location has been replaced by the figure in the portrait!

Shit, is this illusion or reality?

For a while, it was also difficult for Will to tell whether he had been invaded by illusion or whether he had really been introduced into the portrait. So he ran wildly toward the wooden frame window, waving out loud.

The weird thing, however, is that no matter how he yells to run, that wooden window is always so far away from him that it never seems possible to reach the general...

…………

Inside the shady corridor.

Kerr couldn't help but frown: “Will, can you walk faster? How long will it take us to inspect the entire floor? ”

Will responded vaguely and finally stepped up his steps.

The corridor was not long, and a few people quickly arrived in front of a wooden door.

People approached and studied it. No signs of witchcraft fluctuations were detected on the wooden doors. There should be no such thing as a witchcraft trap.

At the behest of the crowd, Will gently pushed open the wooden door with courage.

A light squeak opened the wooden door.

It's a beautifully appointed little library with little space, but densely lined with books and volumes on a wooden shelf against the wall. Many of these books still have a faint fluorescence on them, and at first glance they are not ordinary.

Books, lots of books...

Knowledge gathering has been used as an instinct for several apprentices, which wants to push away from others breaking into the house and looking for books of their own interest. But just then, behind them, Alice had a slightly childish cough.

A few of them were stiff and hurried to the side, bowing and saluting: “Please, Lord Alice! ”

Alice took a step forward and sneered: "Before you split the trophy, let's have a good look! ”

With her slender little hand lifted, a gentle white light in the palm of her palm with a true view of the gem projected into the library in the door… and leaned on the middle apprentice Will by the door!

The last second was a normal picture, and the next second was a sharp change, and what was in the eyes of the crowd was a frightening picture.

The wooden door just now has disappeared, and in front of the crowd is a strange black seam that opens onto the wall, and the end of the black seam leads to a painting hanging from the wall. The people in the portrait were shaking, and several strange shadows were sneaking up on this side.

Will, who was originally standing at the door, also turned pale in the white light, and his skin seemed to be translucent, giving him a ghostly feeling.

“I've opened the door. Come on in!” Will turned his head and urged people with a smile.

His pale face was like a layer of thick stone powder, and two crimson blood tears were clearly visible. And as he grinned, his face was twisted and his muscles twisted, and he looked like a heretic demon.

Goddamn it, Will's been packed!

The next second, you can't help but say that three different colors of witchcraft fell on Will.

Shadow Arrow Technique!

Cold Ice Dagger!

Electric claw technique!

Energy intensity ranges from 12—15 degrees, though not high, but the attack is fast. That fake Will, though he found it wrong, had not been able to escape and was being beaten over his body by the speedy witchcraft of three apprentices.

The white bone shield, which was haunted outside Will's body, seemed like it didn't exist at all and was penetrated directly by witchcraft. False Will was screamed by three sorceries, and his voice was dull and cold, not at all human. Instead of seeing half a filament of flesh in the fragments of his body that were scattered, he slowly melted into the air like an energy substance.

False Will was exposed, his body appearance changed dramatically, and the entire body instantly became a transparent energy substance, silently blending into his sidewall.

The second wave of attacks by the three Wizard Apprentices was defeated and only a large hole was made in the wooden wall, revealing a completely dark space inside.

A gloomy and cold air currents blew out of it, and a few of the people in front of them had to fight a cold war.

“Damn, it's the spirit!” Warren, the senior apprentice, cursed with resentment: "We didn't attack enough and didn't really hurt it. Everyone needs to be small later..."

Unfinished, the walls nearby fluttered with fluorescence, a clear figure drilled half-body from inside, sharp and sharp claws crushed across Warren's left arm.

“Ah"

Warren screamed in agony.

Two witchcraft shoots out, unfortunately only the wood chips that hit the old walls are flying, and that spirit has long gone unknown where to hide.

Warren endured severe pain tearing apart the broken sleeves and saw several scary claw marks of deep visible bone on his left arm. The rolled wound has turned blue and black, and a layer of crystalline frost has completely frozen the flesh near the wound and is still spreading up and down both ends.

“Damn, it's a quasi-wolf spirit. Everybody be careful!” Warren shouted in a hoarse voice.