The Wizard: Starting as a Corpse Collector Apprentice and Paying for a Monthly Subscription

Faced with Tyrone's subtle actions, Tal shook her head, the allure in her eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"You have disappointed me, Magnus."

As a seasoned apprentice who had spent years licking blood off the edge of a knife, how could she so easily trust someone who had just tried to kill her?

From the moment Tyrone threw himself into her arms, she had already prepared for the worst.

really.

This guy appears to be obsessed with flesh, but in reality, he's holding a knife.

Tyron's face was quite grim. He struggled for a moment, but found that the vines didn't budge.

"My acting skills are probably quite good... How did you find out?"

Tal casually snatched the skeletal short sword from Tyrion's hand, examined it closely, and exclaimed in admiration:

"Exquisite craftsmanship, but unfortunately, those who cannot be used by me are my mortal enemies!"

Before he could finish speaking, Tal swung his magic wand sharply.

Click, click!

The surrounding vines quickly intertwined and hardened, weaving in the blink of an eye into a sharp wooden spear two meters long.

The tip of the gun gleamed with a ghostly green light, pointing directly at Tyrion's heart.

"Die."

call out!

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out.

A skeletal flying sword that had been lurking in the grass suddenly shot out, aiming straight for the back of Tar's head!

This is Tyronn's second flying sword.

However, Tal didn't even turn his head.

hum!

Just as the flying sword was less than 5 centimeters away from Tar's skin, a layer of pale golden transparent light shield appeared out of thin air.

The flying sword crashed into the light shield, not only falling to the ground but also causing Tyron to lose control of it.

A look of shock flashed across Tal's face; he clearly hadn't expected his opponent to still have the power to control the flying sword.

Meanwhile, Tyronn, suspended in mid-air, let out a perfectly timed gasp:

"What kind of magic is that?!"

In the distance, Cathy, who had been in despair, saw this scene and a glimmer of hope rekindled in her eyes. She shouted loudly:

"It's a premium-grade [Guardian Ring]! It can interfere with magic and paralyze the flow of magic on rune weapons."

"15-minute cooldown! She has no defense now!"

"Shut up, you little bitch!"

Tal roared in anger and embarrassment.

She never expected that her precious trump card would be wasted in the hands of a second-level apprentice.

"Go to hell!"

She immediately channeled her mental energy to control the floating wooden spear, preparing to pierce Tyrone through the heart.

Just as she adjusted her mental focus.

Roar!

A dark figure suddenly darted out from the bushes on the side, moving with astonishing speed.

Tal's mental energy was forced to stop, and his body instinctively lurched backward.

The dark figure missed its target and let out a low growl upon landing.

It was Tyrion's skeletal dog.

"It's this stuff again!?"

Tal's eyes were filled with disgust and rage.

She knew that Tyrion had used this very thing a few days ago to thoroughly humiliate the Sun Wizard Tower.

This cheap, harmless thing is a great threat because dealing with it would be a waste of magic power, while leaving it untreated would pose a significant threat.

After all, she didn't dare gamble on whether the dog tooth would suddenly be enchanted!

With a flick of her wand, several thick vines burst forth from the ground, instantly binding the skeletal hound's limbs and torso.

Click!

As the vines tightened suddenly, the skeleton dog's fragile skeleton shattered instantly, turning into a pile of white bones.

"Vulnerable."

Tal snorted coldly.

However, in that brief second when her gaze was drawn to the skeleton dog...

call out!

Another faint whooshing sound rang out.

"besides?!"

Tal was filled with disbelief.

Is this second-level apprentice's mental power limitless?!

With the profound magic power of a Level 6 Apprentice and years of combat intuition, her body instinctively made an extremely contorted dodge to the left.

brush!

The third flying sword grazed her cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

"Easily dodge it!"

Tal felt a sense of smugness.

But the next second, her smile froze.

The flying sword didn't fly far; instead, it drew a strange arc in the air and precisely severed the vines binding Tyrone's hands and feet!

pat.

Tyronn landed.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the bone sword that had flown back and charged at Tal like a madman.

That kind of momentum was completely a desperate stance, as if they wanted to devour the other party alive.

"court death!!"

Tal was completely enraged.

Her gaze was instantly drawn to Tyron, who captured her entire attention.

Since you want to fight hand-to-hand, then I'll grant your wish!

She activated her magic wand with all her might, preparing to unleash a deadly attack: Level 1 spell: Thorn Enhancement!

Effect: Causes these vines to quickly grow into dense, sharp thorns.

"Now I will completely crush you, you arrogant brat."

Just as she was intently focused on Tyrion, concentrating on casting her spell...

Pfft!

A very faint sound, like a sharp blade cutting into soft flesh, rang in her ears.

Tal suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

Then, she found herself unable to breathe.

The magic that was gathering instantly dissipated, and the mind lost all control over the body.

She lowered her head in disbelief.

A streak of red light pierced through her neck, leaving behind a cloud of chilling blood mist.

That's... the fourth flying sword!

It had already used the bushes as cover to slowly circle around behind her, waiting for this final, fatal blow.

Snapped.

Tyren, who was charging forward, suddenly stopped, reached out, and steadily caught the blood-stained flying sword.

The madness and ferocity on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling indifference and calm.

"This...is...impossible..."

Tal's eyes widened, and he clutched his throat tightly with both hands, trying to stop the gushing blood.

She couldn't figure it out.

How could a level two apprentice possibly possess a flying sword made from such spiritual bone fragments?

How could there be such a massive amount of mental energy continuously activated for enchanting?

And yet, they can control and arrange these flying swords with such precision at the same time!?

Four flying swords! At least 10,000 purple gold coins! And the inscriptions can't be wrong.

To successfully obtain four complete flying swords, you need at least seven bone fragments and a senior rune engraver with a rune literacy level of at least 1!

After completion, a huge amount of time and mental energy are still needed for intensive practice.

Not only will it delay the study of other subjects, but it will also cause the progress of the technique to be slowed down and the realm to be unable to be improved because the mental energy is occupied.

Several of her classmates wanted to practice flying swords, but after practicing for half a year, they still couldn't control two flying swords at the same time!

Instead, he went from being a top student to an ordinary, unremarkable one.

Isn't he a commoner from the lower class? Didn't he only join the Kane Wizard Tower half a year ago?

Where did he get so much money?

He usually has to do heavy corpse disposal work, so how does he have so much energy to practice flying sword control?

How can someone have so much energy to study runes and try to understand people's hearts?

How could someone have such deep cunning, laying out plans layer by layer, patiently waiting until the very last moment to reveal their fangs?

……

Unfortunately, no one will give her an answer.

Her body swayed, and she finally collapsed to her knees, the light in her eyes quickly dimming, turning her into a worthless corpse.

To prevent a repeat of the situation where someone had just healed, Tyron showed no mercy.

He rushed forward and first pierced her heart, then skillfully sliced ​​off her head with his enchanted flying sword and threw it far away!

He then smoothly snatched the healing bracelet from her hand, the protective ring from her finger, and the magic wand from her hand.

"Han Tianzun was right! Killing and robbing is definitely more fun!"

Seeing the spoils in his hand, Tyron couldn't help but smile.