Night Crow Master

In the forest next to the Mashan pasture, rows of trees were chopped off because of the one-hundred-meter-long sickle.

Various animals hiding in the forest and the magical creatures that rushed into the forest because the ranch could not handle it were more or less injured, and the group of black magicians who were looking for the tombstone of the legendary Sleepy Valley near the forest, Several people were also injured.

A few dozen meters away from the scythe slash, a group of tombstone black magicians, a total of eleven people gathered together, one of them was guarding aside with a virtual fist, ready to chant the spell, make a gesture, start magic.

As for the other people, except for two intact, all of them were stained with blood, with more or less injuries, including minor fractures and abrasions.

There were also scary-looking penetrating injuries, severed hands, severed legs, and someone wearing a tree branch in their chest, just like in a horror movie set.

"What kind of curse is this?"

The black mage, who clenched his fist, whispered to himself, then turned to look at the others:

"Where is Herku?"

He asked where the leader of the operation was.

Those who were still able to move were using healing spells to recover from others. After hearing his question, one of them shook his head and replied:

"I don't know, I haven't seen Herku since just now."

The other person raised the arm that had just been repaired:

"After I found out that Herku was missing, I went to look for it, but I couldn't find it everywhere. Maybe... I left? Or did I find something?"

"How is it possible to leave, he is the leader this time."

It was a brawny bald man who was speaking. At this time, under the spell of another person, a temporary bandage floated on his leg from the air, wrapping his thigh, and faint blood seeping out.

"Quick healing—"

Looking at the wound that was cracking again, the man frowned, moved his fingers, and used a healing spell.

A faint green light wrapped around his thigh again.

"It seems that Hercules should have discovered something, far away from us."

The vigilant black mage whispered: "You have to contact him quickly."

They didn't think about the fact that Heku was dead. Heku was the strongest person in their action this time, and his strength was comparable to the members of the Magic Council.

Creatures with social attributes always like to create some classes to reflect their identity.

The bottom layer is naturally Muggles, Muggles without any magic.

Then came the apprentice magician-the students in the magic school.

The third from the bottom is the official magician-a graduate who just graduated from the magic school.

The fourth is the elite magician-with the Auror (magic soldier) and the teacher of the magic school as the scale.

The third is a member-level magician-slightly stronger than the Auror, professors of various magic schools, and members of the magic council.

The second is the elder-level magician-stronger than the councillor, but weaker than the speaker, the role of the patriarch of seven pure-blood families.

The first is the speaker level-a generation of legendary Hogmot President Amberlier, speaker of the Magic Council.

Although there is no clear level division on the bright side, it is possible for an apprentice magician to kill an Auror, but the black magicians often use the white magicians as their strength benchmarks-or the pillar of shame, **** is better than **** among the white magicians. Strong, or **** is weaker than the **** of the white magician.

xx was killed by xx! ?

xx was defeated by xx! ?

It can be used whether it is taunting the white magician or the black magician with a bad relationship.

The irony is that although the white magicians look down on this usage, they also serve as a benchmark for judging strength in subtle ways.

Most of the tombstone black magicians who came to the forest were of the elite level, while Heku was a councillor, and he was a leader of course, and his strength was beyond doubt.

If you want to defeat Heku head-on, all of them can do it together, but no one can do it separately.

In the hearts of everyone, it is impossible for Herku to be killed without even sending any news.

They didn't think about it at all.

"Gutona what should we do now? Hercules is not here now."

The others cast their sights on the bald man.

In the absence of Hercules, the strongest and most qualified one, he became the temporary leader.

When everyone cast their sights, this feeling of rising status made Gutu very comfortable, and the faint pain on his body was ignored by him.

"Let's do this for the time being. Now we have lost a lot of money, and such a big movement will attract other people, and the White Mage will soon learn about this..."

The bald-headed man hesitated for a moment:

"Let's retreat first, avoiding the White Mage and passing the news to the higher-ups. It is very likely that we have already met the Headless Horseman."

Looking at the narrow gully tens of meters away, which is nearly a hundred meters long, he couldn't help but sweat a little because of his physique.

The fear of encountering such an attack again is also his worry.

He didn't want to die here. He had seen a lot of the Black Mage who finally went mad because of his Horcruxes.

Guto didn't want to be one of them.

After the other people looked at each other for ten seconds, they all nodded one after another and agreed.

On the treetops in the forest, a pair of crow eyes watched indifferently at the group of "backpackers" holding each other out of the forest.

...

At the edge of the Mashan Ranch, Yate was standing next to a herbivore that was completely infected by a gluttonous species, gnawing at the same kind of herbivore.

He looked at the direction of the forest with faint eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then, an idea suddenly popped into his heart--

If it is said, he spread the power of all kinds of original sin and emotions-let those tombstone black magicians as carriers?

So far, what he has done now is to constantly search for luck and misuse to upgrade and cultivate the original sin crow, but he still has not been able to find the most critical trace of the will of the world.

He still doesn't know how strong the world will is.

This is still unknown.

It was precisely because of this situation that he did not dare to use the power of a substitute to try to spy on the stone of fate.

Looking at the Crow Mage, who is about to rise to level 22, and the Night Wizard experience slot, who is about to rise to level 21, Yate narrowed his eyes.

He needs to increase his harvesting speed. After reaching level 25 and making a core breakthrough, he will act immediately to test the strength of the will of the world.

method.......

It is a good choice to cause chaos through the power of original sin.

First, you can throw the pot on the devil, and you are not dangerous.

Secondly, the large-scale original sin of desire and the spread of emotional power are beneficial to his research on the path of desire and emotion.

The third word.... To cause chaos and cause great chaos is an action that conforms to the path of bad luck and disaster. If the means are appropriate, it will be of great benefit to him.

Maybe you can harvest a powerful wave of doom in one fell swoop.