The Primordial Wizard

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 flow 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 bookish young woman with a petite figure, the final expression seemed a little surprised and relieved.

Witte looked at Mr. Turtledove's head with a bit of 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 five years ago, Werther has been alone, until he met Mr. Misha and Turtledove, his life has regained color, but his color is gone.

The whole city of Milne was in chaos, and Werte was numbly fleeing in the sewer, he passed through the sewer like a spider web without alertness, not caring about the mud all over his body.

The air broke.

Witt hugged his head embarrassedly and avoided a few breaks, 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 grabbing him.

Witte's 0-ring spell model modified based on actual combat, withered blades, sharp physical damage, powerful corrosion effects and can weaken the opponent's vitality and lead 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 total of thirteen people.

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

Negative energy gathered beside him, withered and sharp blades appeared, and the colorless and odorless disease and 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 voices like a chorus came from all directions.

The invisible painful touch followed. Werther could not observe and perceive this strange emotional touch, and the inevitable injury. To protect himself, he turned the negative energy into a ring and manipulated the six withered blades to rotate around him. .

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 **** heresy, feel the painful anger in such a rascal way."

With the voices from all directions, the invisible touch of pain turned into a tangible flame of pain, and the pain masks of the thirteen believers in pain had grim and desperate expressions, and the flames burned.

Witte inspired the legs of the secondary spell ejection, fleeing embarrassingly with his head, inevitably entered his poison cloud, and was attacked by toxins.

Thirteen suffering believers surrounded Werther in a circle and scorched him with painful flames. Every time he was hit by the flame, Werther inevitably snorted.

Toxins gradually accumulated in the suffering believers. Witte detonated the balance of the toxins. Seven suffering believers died on the spot. The remaining eight also lost their combat effectiveness. Witte used the withered blade to make up for the knife.

But 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 was the most lingering. Werther had been wandering in Port Mira for two weeks. He was in tatters and his handsome face turned gray. The flame of pain was like a tarsal maggot that could not be removed, burning his soul at all times.

Because of the attack in Milne City, the discipliners attacked everywhere, and the apprentices of wizards under the local magic council were silent. They all accepted a unified order to act in the name of the Alliance of Fire Thieves and Devils to hide themselves as much as possible.

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 I can't find the magic ship, 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 around his neck. This ordinary conch had become a strange thing, and Misha's thoughts seemed to be pinned in 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 hard, immersed in the soul space, and the negative energy slowly diffused the entire soul.

This is the only way Werther has discovered that he can resist the flame of pain and neutralize the flame 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 in a trance, vaguely seeing the light and dark change, there seemed to be a crowd of crows, and countless strange crows gathered, gradually forming a two-dimensional black paint shape.

"What a strange person..."

Werther was in a coma~www.novelmtl.com~ The lacquered black figure gradually became three-dimensional, and it was Ace.

In the real dream world in his 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 something in common. Perhaps they are both a one-dimensional existence, and shadow creatures can enter the world of true dreams.

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 huge crows, and their fear spread.

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

If it succeeds, his true fantasy dreamland will have a new derivative spell.

The reason why Ace appeared here was because he felt the violent fluctuations in magic power. Before the arrival of the magic ship, Ace planned to clean up all 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?"

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