Age of Adepts

A dark shadow flies on the floor over the Plateau of Art, beneath the night curtain.

In the sky's huge lunar disk, the black figure is soft and tall, and the distance is filled with a seductive and seductive smell. But it is frightening that such a beautiful seductive figure belongs to a non-human being. Behind her, a wide gray manta wing flattened, silent and speedy as she glided on the floor.

Behind her, obviously, there was no pursuit or abnormality, but this black figure, like a panicked bird, swept across a grass, a village, a river... never dared to stop anywhere for a moment.

A breathless, rapid flight for several hours, exhausted even with her strength.

Whenever this happens, she dives down into the jungle somewhere. Spin it, and there will be some wild, wild bizarre maneuvers from the big creatures.

But these voices come out fast, they disappear fast!

A moment later, by the time the shadow of the black shadow came up, one or two large jungle beasts had dried up somewhere in the jungle. It's only half a cup of tea, and the blood in these big beasts has been sucked clean.

With the reflection of the moonlight, the black figure revealed a delicate but worried face at the moment of its flight.

Marie... she's definitely Marie, the vampire witch Grimm sent to watch Lester!

Perhaps it was the strange atmosphere tonight that shook up the nearby jungle beasts, or maybe Mary sucked so clean that there was no half-wire leakage of blood… When the pristine vibrations vanished into the distant darkness, this mountain forest became silent again.

Until... a strange shadow descends here!

There are no signs of biological activity in the jungle, and only the most sensitive perceivers can perceive the faint light of the scene.

In the clear moonlight reflection, a thin black mist permeated the jungle, covering the dry corpses of the two beasts hiding in the bush jungle.

It seemed like something had been discovered, and suddenly two scarlet blood eyes lit up in the black mist, staring instantly at Mary as she fled.

Spinning, the fog sounded a cold and harsh male tone.

“She actually has my blood scent on her... strangely, isn't it that one experimental living thing was cleaned up? No, I'm going to start a blood summons...”

As the red flashes in the black mist, a strange fluctuation, if absent, follows a strange bloodline towards a distant place.

By now, however, Mary had flown 50 miles away.

But while she was patting a wide manta wing on a fast sweep of the forest, an unspeakable spiritual call came into her mind.

It was like a fast flying train suddenly stepped on the brake, and Mary's original light and elegant flying appearance suddenly became a sudden brake, and the whole group of people broke countless branches and vines all the way down into the jungle.

This came down so suddenly that it was almost impossible to distinguish between east, south, west and north.

But before she regained consciousness, her strong physical instincts actually manipulated her to jump up and turn around and rush in the direction she came.

Not yet 5 meters out, Mary's consciousness suddenly sobered and immediately regained control of her body. Then she stopped again.

Though the footsteps have stopped, the mastery of body control by both consciousnesses is still intense.

Mary's consciousness, of course, was to escape the terrible demon as quickly as possible, while her instinctive consciousness repeatedly drove her back to the 'source of blood'. The two consciousnesses compete intensely at all levels of the body and will not let go of any minor manipulation of the body.

As a result, Mary, who was otherwise beautiful, could not stand as steady as she did with ADHD. With one foot forward, one foot back, one hand left and one hand right, even the muscles on your face begin to spasm strongly.

The whole body is messed up by two strangled consciousnesses!

The blood of the vampire flowing through her body, though bearing the bloodstain of the vampire Lester, could not resist the order of the other. But after all, she is not of the descent that the other person created using the first embrace method, so the soul is not controlled by it.

When there is a conflict between soul and blood instincts, there is no argument between the two sides, and no one can overwhelm the other person in complete control of the body.

And the long-time bloodline call couldn't wait for that bloodline, the second-degree vampire Lester hidden in the black mist, to finally reveal a hint of amazing divinity.

What a strange descendant! To be able to reject the summons of the bloodline. This is... incredible!

Lester is undoubtedly more interested in descendants of such a peculiar lineage.

He stopped the blood summoning ceremony, and the black mist gathered into a giant batwing that could almost cover the entire jungle. As the manta wings moved slightly, he disappeared into place and flew in the direction of strange blood fluctuations.

The enemy is approaching...

The strange instinctive consciousness in her body had just gone silent, and Mary, almost exhausted, sensed the proximity of a distant source of blood before she could catch her breath.

Mary, who had just competed with her physical instinct consciousness for a long time and had not been afraid, was immediately frightened and blushed with little hesitation, clapping her wide manta wings and fleeing to the distance at the fastest possible speed.

In order to get rid of this terrible enemy, she has used both ‘energy eruptions' and ‘speedy flights’ this time.

The other side can walk back and surrender after dozens of miles of thoughts. If the truth meets the other side face to face, I'm afraid Marie won't even be able to rebel against his thoughts.

So when you start to get tough, you get all sorcery objects, scrolls, magic sticks, and magic pills together, and Mary uses everything that improves the speed of flight, you just need to stay away from that demon.

With her resilient spiritual consciousness, as long as she's over a hundred miles away from each other, that Lester probably won't be able to sense her exact location!

With a simple and stubborn mind, Mary flew all the way and played the escape game with that horrible second-degree vampire Lester on the Art Plateau...

…………

Sandtalin Region, Federnand City.

In a secret room in the top of the witch tower, Sanazza, Vergan and the Kogan wizards gathered again to discuss the matter.

As the core wizard of the Sarubo clan, such routine meetings are held almost every other year. This year, due to the multiplicity of family matters, regular meetings have become more numerous.

At the regular meeting, the usual is for the Kogan Wizard to report quickly on what happened within the family during the year, the distribution of family resources, the mobility and adjustment of internal personnel, the apprenticeship promotion statistics… and after all this introduction, Kogan took a small note out of his sleeve and introduced the recent events in the Fire Throne Witch Tower.

Grim is hiding in the witch tower, unable to step out, haven't seen him for six months...

Two more resident wizards were recruited in the witch tower...

A month ago, several core wizards in the witch tower disappeared at the same time...

Goblin Kabi has also disappeared, but Butler Kabi is still there...

Half a month later, Meryl and Marie returned and showed up, but the bug witches Billis, Toxin Endo and Sabrina, the mechanical witch, remained unaccounted for...

Seven days ago, Mary left for southwest Sandtalin. Target unknown...

In the near future, Witch Tower resources have a lot of access records, it seems that Grim camp has made some big moves...

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One line, one column, is almost all about the dynamics of several key figures in the near future of the Flame Throne, as well as details of major events. Looking at these, the dynamics of the Flame Throne are all over the place!

Patience waited for the Kogan Wizard to finish all the information, and the Vergan Wizard could not help but bow down and ask: "Lord Sanazar, look...”

“What's the question?” The pointy voice of Sanazza, the Level 3 sorcerer in the purple mist, came out: “That kid is real, just a few days advanced, he dared to try to launch a bite invasion. Boo-hoo... he's so bold! ”

Despite long speculations in his heart, Vergen was obviously not as sure as Sanazar, so he questioned, “Sir, can you do it with his strength? Well... that's an invasion! ”

“Huh, Vergan, you're too conservative!” Sanaza couldn't help but be sarcastic: “If I were you, I wouldn't doubt if the other person would dare, I'd just wonder where the other person got the position coordinates. With Grimm's financial resources, it's obviously not enough to buy a small world signpost from the Silver Alliance...”

“Could it be from the girl in the north?” The Kogan Wizard couldn't bear to say it.

I heard that Sanaza thought about it and a little agreed with it.

Fire Witches who have been promoted to Grade 2 in a district of Grimm for less than 100 days also have the financial resources to go to the three major forces to buy world signposts? That's ridiculous! So the biggest possibility is that he got help from the outside world.

And the only person in Grimm's circle who can help him like this seems to be Alice in the northern dragonbone wilderness.

So, did the sorcerers who disappeared from the Fire Throne die in a different world, or are they stationed in a different world?

According to the agreement of Sanazza and Vergen, the truth of the matter is most likely to belong to the former.

After all, with the strength of the Grim camp, only six to seven wizards could be mobilized during the full period, and the new wizards were the main ones. With such strength, they simply cannot eat unless the other side is a microscopic, resource-poor situation.

Even if you eat it, five or six wizards spill it on a small surface, just like you spill a handful of pepper noodles into a stream, even if you can't taste it, it's washed away without a trace. Wanting to rule a position is even more delusional!

The number of wizards is too small to form an effective governing structure to successfully develop exotic resources and wealth. Combined with low level magic, it is not suitable for witch training, which is undoubtedly a great pain for the witches who are stationed there!

I'm sure that Grimm is also reluctant to stay in a low-level position of scarce resources and poor magic all year round, taking care of those complicated secular affairs all day long, but his strength is hard to get through the years!

Looks like the Grim has eaten a mess!

The three core wizards of the Sarubo clan couldn't help but smile...