Age of Adepts

This is a small campsite near the commercial road.

In the Nuoda space of nearly two to three hundred meters, trees, shrubs, thorns and other debris have been cleaned up. Not far away, there is a small stream flowing, which is the best place for caravans and travelers to stay in the wild. good location.

As soon as it got dark, the place was packed with people.

Large caravans will occupy a corner of the campsite, and use large carts and trucks to enclose a small area as their own habitat. Ordinary business travelers or pedestrians would get together in twos and threes, light a bonfire, and carefully prepare dinner for tonight.

The overflowing fragrance of vegetable soup and the gurgling sound of jerky tumbling in the soup pot are enough to make every hungry traveler move his throat and lick his lips.

Some female relatives who came with the team will meet and go to the stream not far away, wanting to simply wash up and solve some problems that bother them before dinner. After being confined in the carriage for a whole day, it is rare to have a leisurely time now. Their silvery and crisp laughter came from a distance in the woods, causing some men to keep looking up.

There is a relaxed and cozy atmosphere in the whole camp!

Da da da……

A crisp sound of horseshoes came along the business road.

In the darkness, a man in black wearing a cloth robe slowly rode into the bustling temporary camp.

Perhaps deterred by the other party's cold breath, the voices in the camp gradually fell silent.

All the men couldn't help but put down the work in their hands, straightened their waists, and silently looked at this latecomer.

This is a demonized white horse from the Salovia region. Not only is it tall and handsome, but its temperament and ferocity are no less than those of low-level monsters. Therefore, it is impossible for a strong knight to control this kind of magic horse.

And the one riding on the magic horse was dressed in a black cloth robe, not showing an inch of skin from top to bottom. The hood completely covers the face and eyes in a deep shadow, giving people a gloomy and cold feeling from a distance.

On the chest of the man in the black robe of the magic horse, everyone saw a strange emblem with a burning iron fist.

"It's from the Crimson Family..."

"Is it the wizard or the apprentice?"

"have no idea……"

Those who can appear in the camp are all well-informed guys who have traveled far and wide, and immediately recognized the identity of the comers. The eyes that were a little confused and vigilant just now were covered by a thick layer of fear in an instant.

All the people who were stared at hurriedly bowed and saluted, with flattering smiles on their faces.

"Who is in the Duro caravan?" The black robe perched on the magic horse shouted in a low voice.

Hearing the black robe called their names, hundreds of people in the camp immediately focused their attention on the group of people in a corner of the camp. Seven or eight light carriages, thirteen or four adventurers, characters dressed in mercenary costumes, one of the male leaders is also dressed in a cloth robe, with short blond hair, and looks very young.

Seeing the other party's gaze following everyone's gaze, the blond man tore off the obstructive burqa, revealing the gray apprentice's short robe underneath.

"Since the dregs of the Crimson Clan have already chased after them, comrades, we will fight him..."

Following the growl of the blond man, half of the thirteen teammates took off their burqas, revealing the armor and armor of different styles inside.

"It's a wizard apprentice..."

"The Kamala family..."

There are also guys who are familiar with the local situation in the camp, and they immediately recognized the identities of this group of people.

Damn it, it is said that the Kamala family and the Crimson family are at war, if they fight here...

The peaceful and peaceful camp just now became panicked in an instant, no matter men, women, old or young, all fled to the distance. And in this turbulent camp, the black robe that jumped off the magic horse and a dozen apprentices from the Kamala family fought together.

The black robe is not a wizard, but a quasi-wizard.

On the side of the Kamala family who was hostile to him, there was a small team consisting of 4 senior apprentices, 3 intermediate apprentices and 7 family fighters.

As soon as the two sides got together, the Kamala family's seven apprentice-level witchcraft came to fight head-on.

It's a pity that they are all blocked by a wind wall rising from the ground.

jump jump jump……

The successive explosions of witchcraft shook the wind wall, causing it to perish along with the first wave of attacks in a burst of trembling and agitation.

"It's a wind-type quasi-shaman... Cole, you go up... Avril, you, Anna, and Tony are in charge of long-range attacks on the outside... Liege, Huier, you go up with me..."

Under the command of the blond man, seven apprentices from the Kamala family quickly surrounded the crimson apprentice, launching swift and violent attacks on him from all directions. As for the family warriors who protected them, they shouted and raised their weapons and armors, and bravely rushed towards the only enemy.

In an instant, the crimson fireball the size of a human head, the blinding thunderbolt lightning, the freezing ice knife and snow blade, the green sticky acid arrow, the ground spear stabbing one by one... a lot of witchcraft Like brilliant and beautiful fireworks, it engulfed the entire battlefield, involving all apprentices and warriors.

Although the physique of wizard apprentices is not necessarily much better than that of family fighters, the witchcraft protection that lingers outside their bodies really protects their fragile bodies. And in the fast-fighting and fast-fighting witchcraft attacks, the seven family warriors undoubtedly became the first victims of this apprenticeship war.

Whether it is the sorcery that exploded on the crimson quasi-witch shield, or the whirling wind blade that the opponent randomly aroused, it was fatal enough for this group of warriors without any protection from sorcery.

Amidst bursts of witchcraft roars, several family warriors fell down one after another.

The body wearing leather armor or chain mail is covered with large and small elemental remnants and burst blood holes. Not to mention those ice knives and snow swords, even ordinary icy air blowing over them can directly freeze a powerful warrior to death.

Compared to the power of elemental witchcraft, the swords and shields in the hands of family warriors are almost harmless!

Perhaps the only reason for their existence on the battlefield is to attract the opponent's attention and firepower, and also act as a human shield for a while if necessary.

The battle lasted only a quarter of an hour and ended quickly!

Of course, the winner is the stronger Crimson Quasi-Witch.

When the opposing team has no opponent who can compete with him, the one-sided massacre is the most common scene!

One by one, the wizard apprentices were cut to pieces by the terrible wind vortex tornado, and fell dying in a pool of blood. Even the body training apprentice was cut in the middle by a transparent wind blade, and the organs and debris in the belly and chest were scattered all over the floor.

Among the seven wizard apprentices, only the blond man was left kneeling on the bloody battlefield, panting heavily and with difficulty. His body, hands, and face were covered with fine and dense scratches, and with a slight movement, deep black blood lines like earthworms would flow from the wound.

He panted heavily, ignoring the bloody mouth that was horribly blooming on his face, staring ferociously at the crimson quasi-witch who was still healing himself quickly on the sidelines.

They had just experienced a bloody battle, and the opponent was unable to retreat unscathed from the desperate counterattack of the seven vicious apprentices.

The black robe outside the opponent's body was scorched by the flames, a fist-sized blood hole was blown out at the left waist, and an acid arrow pierced through the right shoulder, and other parts of the body could be seen at every turn. Elemental traces left by freezing air and lightning.

This crimson quasi-witch is also a young man with a stern face. At this moment, he is taking out a bubbling purplish red potion vial, pushing open the cork stopper with his finger, hesitating for a moment, then gritted his teeth and fell down. At the wound where he was pierced by the acid arrow.

There was a soft bark, white smoke billowed from the wound, the young Zhun Wu raised his head to the sky and let out a short scream, large beads of sweat rolled down his veined forehead.

After cleaning up the sour liquid remaining in the wound with the purifying agent, the bone-eating pain gradually subsided. Yong took out some hemostatic ointment and healing potion, and quickly cleaned up the remaining wounds on his body, and the young Zhunwu was completely relieved.

Even though he was scarred and crumbling at this moment, the ferocity and might that was embedded in his bones still deeply shocked the people hiding in the distance. Although he is not yet a wizard, but the powerful power to brutally kill the enemy and control the life and death of the enemy in his own hands makes him a conqueror above everyone.

Looking down at everyone, there is a strong sense of satisfaction and pride of the lion king sitting on the top of the cliff, slowly scanning his territory and subjects!

If the merchants, guards, and servants in the camp in front of him were all pigs, horses, cattle and sheep, then at this moment, he is a majestic wolf who looks down upon the audience! And it was a bloody, even more ferocious lone wolf!

No matter how badly he is injured, as long as he is still standing, no pig, horse, cow or sheep will dare to approach him!

He quickly took care of his injuries, and waited until they were no longer in the way, and then the young Crimson Quasi-Witch strode over to the dead enemy's corpse, and began to rummage and search for that special item carefully. stand up.

It's a pity that after a thorough search, even the flesh and blood that had been cut into pieces by the tornado was not spared, but the mission target of this trip was still not found.

The face of the young quasi-witch immediately darkened, and he quickly targeted the surviving senior apprentice.

"Tell me, where is the storage ring that you secretly brought out? If you hand it over, I can let you live, otherwise..."

The young Zhunwu took two steps forward, and with a wave of his hand, a cyan wind blade quickly gathered in his palm.

"Bah..." The blond man knew that he was going to die, but he said very hard: "You lackeys of the Crimson family, even if you kill me, I won't tell you anything..."

Before he finished speaking, a blue light swept across the side of the blond man, and his right arm, which was struggling to support the ground, broke at the elbow, and the surging blood instantly wet the ground under him.

ah……

The bleak scream of the blond man sounded extraordinarily shrill and pathetic in the dark night!