Age of Adepts

"Are you a newly promoted wizard in the past two years?"

Greem looked Uka up and down, and asked softly.

Uka reluctantly opened his eyes blurred with tears, and felt the stinging pain in the eyeballs, knowing that his eyes had been truly hurt. Hearing the other party's question, he could only barely open his eyes and bowed to the place where the voice was located: "My lord, I have just been promoted for less than 2 years, and I am here to guard the teleportation array!"

Seeing Uka's cowardly look, Mary giggled.

"Look at you, if you don't come out for a while, even the wizards in the family don't know you..."

Greem rubbed his nose and gave a wry smile, took out a vial of medicine from his arms and threw it into Uka's arms.

"There are a few drops of life essence in it, you take it back and drip it into your eyes, otherwise your eyes will be blinded!"

As soon as he heard that the bottle contained life essence, Wuka immediately grasped the vial tightly and said with a flattering smile, "My lord, I don't know that you are..."

Greem didn't answer, but stood in place, staring at the distant sky.

There, at the end of the vast white sky, a small black spot was rapidly growing in size, accompanied by a violent hurricane like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

"It really is you, Greem... Keep me waiting..."

A majestic dragon with a body length of more than 30 meters and covered with fine blue scales flapped its wings and swooped down from the sky, and quickly transformed into a male wearing blue scales. rich man.

As he rushed forward, he yelled at Greem, obviously very angry.

But when he sniffed the lingering strange elemental shock and the transparent and twisted magical flames around Greem's body, he suddenly fell silent with a loud voice.

"You...you became Tier 3?"

The third-level brontosaurus Amos stared at Greem in disbelief, his emerald green pupils were filled with astonishment and disbelief.

Although he had already determined that Greem would advance to the rank sooner or later, it was still beyond his expectation so soon!

If the opponent is only a second-level wizard, even though they have signed a partnership contract, the higher-ranking Amus can still take the initiative. Now that the other party has become a Tier 3 wizard, the partner contract will undoubtedly impose stricter restrictions on Amus than before.

This also caused the decline of Ames' status in a disguised form!

This... is actually what Ames cares most about.

Facing Peiran Longwei, the third-order brontosaur Amus, at close range, all the wizards and apprentices present trembled and shivered. But what surprised them even more was the name that the Tier 3 Thunder Dragon called out.

Greem...

This... Isn't this the name of the legendary patriarch of the Crimson Clan who has been hiding for a long time?

Could it be...

Sure enough, the tall wizard accompanied by Lady Mary raised his head, looked at Amos calmly, and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Amos!"

Amus stared at Greem in astonishment, and it took a long time to react again, and sighed: "You wizards are indeed a group of guys that cannot be measured by common sense... You are not two hundred years old yet? You have already advanced to 3 It's a high level... Cough, I think back when I was two hundred years old, I was still a Tier 1 dragon, following me every day..."

Having said that, Ames' voice became smaller and smaller, his face full of melancholy and memories.

At this time, Meryl, who was in charge of guarding the White Tower, had already brought seven family wizards out of the tower, heading towards the teleportation array. The ten metal magical equipment responsible for maintaining the order of the Wu Tower lined up on both sides of the road, blocking the coming and going of the wizard apprentices at the periphery.

"Congratulations tutor, congratulations tutor..."

Meryl was the first to bow to salute, and the seven family wizards behind him, male and female, also bowed their waists.

Greem slowly restrained the overflowing energy aura, saving himself from blinding a group of family wizards.

Now, even if he doesn't prop up the burning domain, the flame energy overflowing around him can hurt any living being who looks directly at him from a distance. As a Tier 3 wizard, the so-called Tier 1 wizard in the past is already as fragile as an ant in his eyes. If he didn't restrain his own energy aura, the light and heat that inadvertently emitted would be enough to blind or incinerate them.

Greem now somewhat understands why those high-level wizards choose to stay alone and rarely hang out with low-level wizards. One of the most important reasons is that the energy aura impregnated by high-level wizards is too large. Compared with low-level wizards, they are like giant beasts in front of ants.

With low-level wizards, high-level wizards have to restrain their breath all the time, and they don't even dare to take a big breath. I'm afraid that any heavy breathing will cause irreparable and huge damage to these fragile ants.

This feeling of shyness is undoubtedly very uncomfortable!

Of course, the reason for this situation is also related to the fact that Greem had just advanced.

The already viscous magma-like flame energy in his body radiated thousands of degrees of high temperature all the time. This high temperature and the flame on the body surface condensed together, forming a strange and distorted vitality field. If an ordinary life looked directly at him, it would be no less than looking directly at a blazing sun at close range.

Even for those first-level wizards, their fragile eyeballs can hardly withstand the feedback of flame energy without precautions. If that Uka didn't try to heal his burning eyeballs, he might go blind.

Among the crowded crowd, Little Goblin Locke looked enviously at the extremely powerful legendary patriarch through his thick thighs. Surrounded by many wizards, he slowly walked through the crowd and walked towards the Wu Tower.

Just now, it also secretly turned on the energy monitor on the goggles. But when it pointed the goggles at the legendary patriarch, the monitor burst out a puff of black smoke and broke.

This made Little Locke, who already possessed quasi-witch power, speechless again.

Is the level 3 wizard already so powerful?

This kind of big man who can only look up to, if it is me, how wonderful the world would be...

While thinking wildly, Little Locke drooled glisteningly.

The former "Light of Shadow" team has long since vanished, and the quasi-sorcerer Pontal is undoubtedly an unlucky guy. He encountered backlash in the process of trying to advance, and his strength has regressed to the senior apprentice level. And his mental strength has been tested by several wizards, and it is irreparable, and he no longer has the possibility of attacking wizards!

Therefore, 4 years ago, Pontal left the Crimson family and returned to his own family.

It is said that he married a wife and had children there, and lived a happy and mediocre mortal life.

As for the female botanical apprentice Aike, who is usually paired with Pontal, she barely promoted to a senior level, and is currently studying pharmacy under the wizard Salu. And with her progress, I am afraid it will be difficult to reach the quasi-witch level before her mental power is finalized.

With such talents, it is very difficult for any wizarding family to get resource tilt!

Body refining apprentice Daxo is still at the advanced apprentice level, and now he has become a member of the "Magic Equipment Supreme" team, which is a combat team formed by the goblin Little Locke. Another former team member turned into an apprentice, Blanco, died unexpectedly in the black forest.

It is said that it was torn to pieces by a two-headed ogre chieftain!

Afterwards, although Little Locke used alchemy guns to blow up the cave where the ogre lived and avenged Blanco, he still couldn't change the ending that Blanco had died in battle.

In the past eight years, more than sixty apprentices of the Crimson Clan died in the Black Forest to the east due to various reasons. However, their sacrifices were not in vain, and there were hundreds of powerful monster groups wiped out by the Crimson Family.

Thanks to the development and strangling of batches of wizard apprentices, the Black Forest, nearly 300 miles east of the White Tower, has become a safe zone. Even those ordinary people without extraordinary powers can still perform low-level operations such as logging and gathering in it as long as they are not too unlucky.

In order to improve the defense of the people of the White Tower, the Crimson Family began to promote a kind of alchemy musket among the people of the White Tower. No need to rely on magical energy, no need to worry about individual talents, any adult can easily master the method of using the alchemy gun with only a short practice.

Within a range of 10 meters to 70 meters, the metal projectiles fired by the alchemy musket have a physical attack power of up to 15 degrees. This is already very close to the witchcraft attack strength of a junior apprentice!

However, if one wants to train a junior apprentice, one needs a considerable degree of elemental talent first, and second, one or two years to break through the threshold of meditation. However, the alchemy musket has no restrictions in this regard. As long as it is distributed and the leaders of the White Tower practice hard, they can easily have a certain ability to protect themselves.

In this way, the leaders don't have to worry about the threat of jungle beasts when they go into and out of the Black Forest, logging fields and pastures. Even with proper coordination, it is possible to hunt down some low-level monsters that slipped through the net.

In order to maximize the arming of the residents of the White Tower, this kind of alchemy musket is almost one for everyone, and it is distributed free of charge. And every month, the citizens who have registered in the White Tower can receive a certain amount of ammunition for free.

This is also a convenient measure for the Crimson Clan to win over the citizens!

The fault is that the Crimson family owns a goblin plane, and I am afraid that they do not have the strength and qualifications to arm the low-level people with such extravagance.

With the strong support of Wizard Meryl, seven small villages and a medium-sized town have emerged around the White Tower. The purpose of their existence is to provide various living materials and basic guarantees to the wizards and apprentices living in the White Tower, and of course there are also some subterranean "sexy places" for dispensing.

According to the data, the number of directly subordinate citizens who have registered in the Ice Wind White Tower has reached 3,000. This amount is already enough to meet the daily needs of the White Tower!