Original Wizard

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Witte has lost his voice, his throat seems to be broken, only the thoughts linger in his mind, he crawls over on his hands and feet, hugs Mr. Turtledove’s head, and a line of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

At this moment, Mr. Turtledove’s head and headless corpse began to deform, turning into the head and corpse of a strange woman.

The look of a young woman with a scholarly flavor and a petite figure, the final expression seemed a little bit surprised and relieved.

Witte looked at Mr. Turtledove’s head with a little shock. The face of the strange young woman was deeply imprinted on his heart. He corroded the corpse into pus and went into the sewer mechanically with his head.

Since the death of his parents 5 years ago, Werther has been alone until he met Mr. Misha and Mr. Turtledove, his life has regained color, but his color has disappeared.

The whole city of Milne was in chaos, and Werther fled through the sewer numbly. He passed through the sewer like a spider web without alertness, paying no attention to the mud all over his body.

The sky-splitting sound strikes.

Werther held his head embarrassedly and avoided a few sky-splitting sounds, but was still hit in his left thigh.

He opened his perception, neither the enemy nor the weapon, his right leg seemed to be caught by something invisible, dragging him quickly south.

Witte struggled with a numb expression, he couldn’t die, Misha and Mr. Turtledove wanted him to live, he couldn’t die!

The negative energy is condensed into a sharp blade, and with withered power, it directly cuts in the direction of grasping him.

Witte modified the 0-ring spell model based on actual combat, with withered blades, sharp physical damage, powerful corrosion effects and can weaken the opponent’s life force, leading to the overall weakness of the opponent.

With a scream, the invisible life pulling Werther seemed to be hit hard, and a dark tentacles appeared.

“Oh roar, the pain that lingers in your body is like the hot sun, burning my heart. I am fascinated by you. Could it be that you also believe in pain?”

Hood, pain mask, twisted figure, one, two, three… a full ten three people.

Witte listened to their unanimous words, squinted, and hugged the head in his arms.

Negative energy was gathering beside him, one after another withered blade appeared, and the colorless and odorless disease virus cloud slowly diffused under the cover of negative energy.

“The smell of death? Oh, you heresy, enjoy the painful love!”

Thirteen suffering believers spoke in unison, and the voice like a chorus came from all directions.

An invisible touch of pain followed. Werther could not observe and perceive this strange emotional touch. Inevitable injury, in order to protect himself, he turned the negative energy into a circle and manipulated 6 withered blades to rotate around his body. .

The withered sharp blade drew it without firing, rotating in the trajectory of the negative energy circle to protect itself, quickly cutting all the painful touches that hit.

“You damn heresy, feel the painful anger in such a rascal way.”

With the sound of all directions, the invisible touch of pain turned into a tangible flame of pain, and the pain masks of the thirteen painful devotees looked grim and desperate, and the flames burned.

Werther inspired the legs of the secondary spell, fleeing in embarrassment with his head, inevitably entered his poison cloud and was attacked by toxins.

Thirteen suffering believers gathered Werther in a circle and burned them with painful flames. Every time he was hit by the flame, Werther would inevitably groaned.

Toxins gradually accumulated in the suffering believers. Witte detonated the balance of toxins. 7 suffering believers died on the spot, and the remaining 8 also lost their battle strength. Witte used a withering blade one after another to make up for the knife.

However, the damage and toxins of the painful flames have also invaded Witt’s body. Perseverance supported him to continue to escape. He fled from the sewer outlet of Milne City in embarrassment and fled towards Port Mira.

A month later, Port Mira.

The rain in April is the most lingering. Witt has been wandering in Port Mira for 4 weeks. His body is broken and his handsome face has become gray. The flame of pain is like a tarsal maggot, which cannot be removed, burning his soul at all times.

Because of the attack in Milne City, the Punishers attacked 4 places. The apprentice wizards and apprentices under the local magic council kept quiet out of fear. They all accepted the unified order and acted under the names of the Alliance of Fire Thieves and Devils. Limit yourself to cover up.

Because the commands are bound by the magic contract, and the self-protection thoughts of the wizard apprentices, they have been implemented to the greatest extent.

The consequence of this is that Werther cannot find the local wizarding apprentice organization, and cannot know the exact location of the magic ship.

“It is said that the tower is in an archipelago. If the magic ship is not found, I will cross the sea to find it by myself.

In the continuous rain, at a coastal reef cave near Port Mira, Witt held the head of Lady Turtledove after preservation, staring at the head and said word by word.

“I will definitely take you to take a look at the future of magic,” he clenched the conch tightly around his neck. This ordinary conch had become a Rare Item, and Misha’s thoughts seemed to rest on it.

“And my Misha, I can’t help but live, and I want revenge. What they impose on us, I want to return ten times!”

With the violent coughing sound, Werther’s face became even more gray. He calmed down and immersed himself in Soul Space, slowly dispersing the negative energy throughout his soul.

This is the only way Werther has found to resist the flames of pain, and neutralize the flames of pain with negative energy.

His body is getting weaker and weaker, and he barely resists the flame of pain, and he has no power to perceive everything around him.

With a plop, Werther fell to the ground. His expression was in a trance, and he saw the light and dark change vaguely. It seemed that there were crowds of crows, and countless strange crows gathered, gradually forming a 2-dimensional lacquered black figure.

“What a strange person…”

Witte was unconscious.

The lacquered black figure gradually becomes three-dimensional, which is exactly Ace.

In his real dream world in Soul Space, more than 400 shadow crows are gradually returning to his dream world.

This is Ace’s latest discovery. Dream life and shadow creatures have some common ground. Maybe they are both one-dimensional existence. Shadow creatures can enter the real dream world.

More than 400 shadow crows obscured the sun all day, and the dream life in the realm of dreams was terrified. They looked at these incomparable gigantic crows and their fear spread.

Ignoring the dream life, Ace carefully studied the crows in the real world, trying to dye them with the attributes of the dreams, turning the crows into magic creatures with both shadow and dream attributes.

If he succeeds, his true dreams will have a new derivative spell.

The reason why Ace appeared here was because he felt the violent fluctuations in magic power. Before the magic ship arrived, Ace planned to clean up all the unstable factors, and coincidentally discovered Werther.

“Broken body and soul that is about to disintegrate, senior wizard apprentice who is not on the list, who are you?”