Age of Adepts

The battle is fading away.

The village of Rutherland, once quiet and peaceful, is now a terrible dead zone.

The whole elf village and a few kilometres around it are round, and no more than half a head of living creature can be found. Especially in the heaviest part of the battle, not only have the animals disappeared, but even the vast majority of the green plants have been devoured, leaving a daunting eyelid.

When a hawk soars in the high blue sky.

It circled around the village of Rutherland several times and finally pierced the sky with the unrest of its heart.

The eagle slapped its healthy wings, quickly slipping through the woods, pulling high and low pressure from time to time, avoiding an ancient branch and bush vine that swept across the face. Finally, as it lit up, it had crossed the jungle cliffs to the quiet valley where Rutherland Village was located.

The first glance into the curtain shook the eagle's heart, almost crashing uncontrollably onto a withered ancient tree. The eagle quickly circled around and landed smoothly on the ground before returning to its human posture after a strange distortion.

Soph is a first-order Druid from Tianshui City.

Rutherland is undoubtedly one of the dozen elf villages around the Iron Tree.

The village of Rutherland, although sparsely populated, is also home to a relatively important strategic resource for the Elf Kingdom due to its proximity to the Iron Tree Forest. Iron Wood is one of the main materials for making a high strength Elf Bow and is of no great value to the Elf Kingdom with its many archers!

Almost every four or five days, Soph would come and visit us for tea and chat with some old friends. And he was more in love with the elf Philin, who was an archery instructor in Rutherland Village, and was in a crazy pursuit, so he ran faster and faster.

Today, however, when he arrives here, he sees a gloomy scene after the Great War!

Within the valley, almost all the greens disappeared.

The earth also seems to be softened to the fullest, with signs of fragmentation and disintegration everywhere.

The tall ancient trees wither away, their roots are exposed, and there is no longer any sense of life and vitality in them.

A particularly tall ancient tree fell in the centre of the village, and the broken body seemed to have been eaten wildly by some creature, and the soft inner tree's heart had been emptied and almost turned into an empty shell.

Azari... is one of two tree elves in Rutherland Village!

Soph's heart trembled when he saw the tragedy of Azari's death.

The rest of the Pokémon will probably be harder to survive if even Asali dies in battle!

So... so Philin...

Soph, who knew all around the Iron Tree Forest, immediately decided that it was not some unusually fierce warcraft that came from the village, but was invaded by the outside world. Combined with the recent Elf Ministry warfare reports received by Tianshui City, Soph dares to assert that it is certainly the fierce and evil sorcerers of the opposite world who appear here.

Under normal circumstances, Soph should withdraw quickly at this time, return to Tianshui City 1,600 miles away to report the situation, and have the Elf Commander send more help and a stronger Druid Master to investigate and track the whereabouts of the enemy.

But thinking about Philin's whereabouts, Soph hesitated for a moment and finally bit his teeth and broke into this terrible battlefield.

The enemy may have left for some time!

Traces of intense fighting can be seen everywhere on the ground and in trees, but it is difficult to find any survivors, not even a slightly larger animal. This makes his‘ animal conversation 'vocational skills useless.

Although he is also able to communicate with the remaining grass and ancient trees around him, these plants have only simple and crude thoughts, and it is simply impossible to provide more and more detailed information than the two simple words "enemy bugs…”.

And in the woodland, Soph picked up a lot of broken black bug shells.

He carefully packed the only ‘clue’ left behind by these enemies and prepared to go back and submit it.

Suddenly, there was a hint of movement on that tall tree hall platform.

This does not prohibit Soph from feeling extremely nervous.

He squeezed the oak scepter in his hand and added a 'tree technique’ to himself, which took the guts to rush onto the platform.

But entering the destination scene on the platform almost cracked his eyes!

This appears to be the main battlefield of battle, with blood and scratches everywhere on Nodak's wooden platform. At the corner of the platform, near the tree hall, a broken arm elf was stripped naked and hung over the trunk with arrows through her chest.

Her body was greasy and smooth, the pigeon show was strong, her head drooling helplessly, and her face was blocked by long, scattered hair. The blood water flowing down from her red 34916; fruit body gathered under her feet into a bloody lake, which, due to the prolonged period of time, solidified into dark red blood stains, which was astonishing to see.

Apart from her, the bodies of other elves are no longer visible on the platform.

It's Fillin!

Almost instantly, Soph identified the elf!

He rushed over in a state of agitation, but had not yet waited to touch Philin's body, with bad winds over his head and on both sides. Four or five black figures burst out of the lurk, pointing directly at this mindless young Druid.

Relying on the natural protection of his body and the oak scepter in his hand, Soph resisted several times and finally struggled to break out of the demonized mantis ambush circle.

He rushed to the edge of the platform with an oak scepter in his hand while throwing out a strange plant seed. As a green magical halo flashed through, the seeds of plants scattered in the sky expanded instantly into a terrible rattan, and one unmistakably strapped the four demonized mantis that had followed him.

Of course, such ‘thorn restraints' can hardly trap magical mantis for long periods of time.

The demonized mantis waved their sickle-shaped horrible forelimbs and almost instantly chopped Thorny Vine Man to pieces.

Soph quickly distorted and tried to transform himself into a falcon into the sky again in a short time earned by Thorn Vineman.

But at the moment he was about to complete his' transformation technique ', a fierce mantis forelimb slammed through his right chest and nailed him firmly onto the platform floor.

Softly, the back of his head was hit hard, and Soph passed out unknowingly without a word.

…………

Big, flat tree hall platforms filled with bizarre shadows sometime.

Mary, who had not appeared for a long time, stood proud in the front of the line with three blood knights, led by Soros. And the old fox, Winrill, still looks like a middle-aged aristocrat with a smile on her side.

Backwards, it's full of thirteen or four forest elves. They have men and women, all of whom are quite handsome and positively. But at this moment, they are all red eyes, full of fierce eyes, two sharp blood-sucking fangs coming out of the upper lip, a fierce look.

The Forest Pokémon, captured by Mary and transformed into blood slaves, were carefully selected by the Pokémon, with the worst of the battles also having 1st order strength, and 2nd place.

After the blood suction transformation, the natural forces in their bodies have now been transformed into blood witchcraft. They are no longer former forest elves, but a strange species, the Blood Elves, that have never appeared in the face of France.

The immediate consequence of such a bloodline conversion is that the original Bloodelf Power of a sworddancer or shooter has not diminished significantly, but rather that the horrific intensity of the battle has soared in a straight line because of its ability to regenerate and attack with blood.

Instead, the original practitioner, Druid or the Pokémon Mage, after being transformed into a Blood Pokémon, lost all the natural spells they had mastered, leaving only a pitiful ‘Blood Bullet' technique.

Looks like Mary needs to give these guys some more time to slowly figure out new blood sorcery in order to get a few more practitioners in her crew.

Fortunately, Mary had converted herself into a pureblood vampire when she advanced to the second level of Wizard World, so that the blood shackles over her head were removed for the most part. At least until she gets to the 3rd level, you don't have to worry about that anymore!

The biggest benefit to her when converted to pureblood vampires is that the number of descendants of blood that her soul can bear has more than doubled. It also means that she will be able to produce up to 30 blood slaves, and up to 200 inferior blood-sucking derivatives.

If she relieves herself of authority and allows her blood slaves to make whatever blood sucking derivatives she wants, then, as the blood queen at the top of the pyramid, she can directly or indirectly control 1000—2000 blood creatures.

A pureblood vampire can control a terrible army of bloodsuckers, and a family of vampires can even control a moderate human kingdom.

However, such acts rarely occur in the world of witches, and one of the main reasons is the difficulty of finding such a large number of high-quality intelligent races. If vampires lower their demands, find ways to embrace weak humans for the first time, even if they can pull up a large army in a short time, they can't resist a major attack witchcraft from their enemies.

Besides, the first embrace needs to consume the blood of the vampire origin!

Consuming precious source blood on some inferior creatures will not only not help you become stronger, but will also disguise to drag your strength buildup.

So vampire derivatives as cannon ash can lower the standard, but they can establish blood slaves with themselves, but they must be cautious and cautious when choosing, and must not be easily embraced.