Wizard Immortality.

Chapter 100 Casually Annihilating Someone | It All Depends on My Mood

Vic received offerings from the Bell family.

That happened seventy years ago.

The girl with fiery red hair back then now shows the marks of time on her face.

The snowstorms in the north are very heavy.

She kept sobbing.

Avelia lay on her back on the ground, the dark sky reflected in her brown pupils, the snowflakes landing on her face feeling particularly cold.

She vaguely heard her enemy's arrogant laughter.

They sensed the gasps and fear of the town's residents.

I felt my flesh and blood gradually dissolving under the power of witchcraft.

Even the pain was leaving her.

no doubt.

She is neither Siggs nor Vic.

Faced with the combined attack of three senior apprentices, he collapsed to the ground, on the verge of death, within moments.

The past.

It flashed through her mind.

To this day, she still remembers the excitement of receiving the Wizard's Notebook from that hideous alchemist.

She comes from a family of wizards.

She admired the godlike power of the first-level wizard.

So she fantasized about becoming a wizard.

I dream of one day reaching the place described by the alchemist Archie—the other side of the stars.

In the presence of that mentor.

Showcase her achievements on the path of a wizard.

however.

Reality is harsh.

Despite her mediocre talent, she has remained a senior apprentice for seventy years.

Their strength is weak.

Even if they risked their lives to come to this glorious old land in search of opportunities, they were still like ants.

In the gradually blurring vision.

She thought of the Bell family.

She remembered her childhood sweetheart, Mather, whom she had heartlessly abandoned after breaking his leg.

Within her field of vision.

The enemy's face gradually enlarged, his smile becoming particularly ferocious.

Suddenly.

An extremely terrifying mental pressure, like a pulse, flashed through the town.

thereafter.

The three senior apprentices and their accompanying knights suddenly turned into a bloody mist and exploded on the spot.

Blood and bits of flesh.

Mixed in the wind and snow of the North.

It was spilled all over the ground.

Avelia's already unfocused pupils, stimulated by the mental pressure, seemed to regain their light before death. She gasped for breath and sat up on the ground.

The townspeople huddled together, shivering, not far away.

Startled by this sudden turn of events, he couldn't utter a single word and stood frozen in place.

In their view.

The wizard who had been protecting the town for five years was no match for the three invading wizards and had fallen to the ground, near death.

but.

It felt as if a chilling, evil wind had just swept by.

The three wizards who were surrounding Lady Avelia, laughing strangely and spewing vulgarities, burst open like balloons without any warning!

In the town, the squires who were arbitrarily robbing supplies from house to house also suffered a series of explosions.

More than ten people burst out.

Blood mist, rotten as mud.

It was particularly striking against the backdrop of the white snow.

It was like hell on earth.

You could even see an eyeball rolling around at their feet.

Then.

A small-town girl screamed hysterically and cried as she burrowed into her mother's arms.

Adult men.

They were also terrified by the bloody scene and turned pale!

The town mayor is the most prestigious person in Chuiyan Town.

A retired knight who had traveled the world in his youth.

He slammed his cane on the ground and roared, "Quiet! What's the panic?! Women, take the children home, everyone else, clean up the square!"

"Ambrose, come with me to see how Lady Avelia is injured."

The two walked over quickly.

The mayor squatted down next to Avelia.

Looking at the numerous blood pits, large and small, on her body, like a honeycomb, I felt a chill run down my spine.

It has a strong, pungent acidic odor.

It hasn't even dispersed yet.

Even he was at a loss for words, unsure how to treat Avelia's wounds.

A young man named Ambrose was the only knight apprentice in town.

The horrific injuries before my eyes.

He was completely stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

Through the wounds on Avelia's body.

He could even see the internal organs and bones clearly.

but.

Avelia had no time to pay attention to them.

She knew it very well.

The people in the town, including herself, were completely unable to treat her wounds.

Even if she briefly regains consciousness.

These wounds, along with the strong acid energy left on them, would kill her within hours.

She spent seventy years struggling on the path of witchcraft.

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Any opportunity.

She won't let it go easily.

Staring intently at an inconspicuous house in the town, she knew the mental pressure was coming from there. Gritting her teeth, she turned and knelt on the ground, saying, "Thank you for your help, sir!"

Avilia suddenly knelt on the ground.

The knight apprentice Ambrose was a little confused, but the mayor, who had been out and about, knew that the one who had just attacked must have been a wizard whose strength far exceeded that of a senior apprentice.

He could guess what Avelia was thinking right away.

He grabbed the knight apprentice, forced him to kneel, and cried out, "My lord wizard! Please, save Lady Avelia!"

She protected the town for five years.

"I... as the town mayor, I can't just stand by and watch her die here."

The busy townspeople were momentarily bewildered when they saw the mayor kneeling on the ground pleading with an unseen big shot.

But some clever townspeople...

Knowing their safety in the North, they needed Avilia's care and couldn't bear to watch her die.

Let's just kneel down together.

Beg loudly.

This is the ecology of ordinary people in the wild lands.

Only by sticking together can we keep warm, and there will be very little backstabbing or infighting.

but.

As more and more residents prepared to kneel and beg.

A calm, yet ruthless voice suddenly echoed through the town.

"She protected the town for five years, what does that have to do with me? I killed all those people, and you not only don't appreciate it, but you want to go further? You have no sense of right and wrong."

The sound faded.

The town, which had been bustling with noise and pleading for Avelia's life, fell into a deathly silence.

Such an unpredictable and difficult-to-handle personality.

When have we ever seen such simple and honest townspeople?

Avelia knew the principles of how wizards should get along.

She shook her head slightly at the mayor.

He was signaling to stop talking.

To avoid the other party becoming displeased and massacring the entire town.

but.

As she awaited her death, something flew towards her at an incredible speed.

"Alright, I've slaughtered a few foolish ants, and I'm in a good mood now. Use this to clean your wounds; you won't die."

Avilia took a deep breath.

He bowed deeply in Vic's direction.

The mayor, quick-witted as ever, immediately called for others to come and help carry Avelia into the room.

Although he remained calm throughout, he was genuinely on edge just now.

He went out to gain experience when he was young.

He had met some eccentric wizards.

When they start killing, they do it without a reason.

but.

After a brief encounter, Avelia inexplicably thought of Archie, the alchemist who had served the Bell family for over a year.

Although seventy years have passed.

But those memories are etched in my mind.

Avelia still holds that person in high esteem.

It was under the influence of the other party.

Only then did she see the true nature of the world and embark on the path of a wizard.

But for Vic...

Ordinary people and apprentices are nothing but ants.

Whether Avelia and the townspeople were grateful or fearful, he didn't care.

Whether to save him or not depends solely on his mood.

The solvent given to Avelia was leftover from when she cleaned Anna's wounds.

Although it is very valuable, it is unaffordable for the average apprentice.

But for him, it was just a few dozen soul stones, a drop in the ocean.

(End of this chapter)