Age of Adepts

"You go back first, the battle here is not your share..."

Suspended above the dark and lightless night sky, Sprala flung down a word and plunged into the sky.

The cold night wind swiftly passed against the smooth body, and the short, thin, soft down on the body surface danced quickly. The vampire bat transformed by Spalla disappeared without a trace after a few turns in mid-air, and her whereabouts could not be found anymore.

Feeling a sudden chill, Velia hurriedly flapped her bat wings and turned around and flew into the distance.

The fighting in the manor continues.

The vampires who came to attack were obviously at a disadvantage, and they were fighting and retreating. Their teams had been broken up in the dark, and they were running wild in the manor, spreading the turmoil to every corner of the manor.

Six wizards wearing the crest of the Denell family are driving witch beasts to hunt down a team of vampires, and when they pass by a tall ancient tree, a white and tender arm stretches out in the dark, and falls The last wizard pulled behind the ancient tree.

Because of her quick and colorless movements, the other wizards who were concentrating on chasing their prey unexpectedly lost a companion beside them.

In the shadow of the ancient tree, before the captive wizard could understand, a slender figure approached him, and two sharp and hollow vampire fangs pierced his neck.

After a while, the wizard Ralph stopped the trembling of his body and stood firm again.

"Go to the third-floor building, and lead me to find that Annetole!" Spalla ordered softly, and turned into a small vampire bat again and pounced on Ralph, and slid into his sleeve skillfully. Inside.

"Yes!" Ralph replied respectfully.

When he stepped out from the shadow of the old tree, his head was raised, and by the dim light, he could vaguely see his eyes were red and his face was extremely pale.

He turned over the collar of his robe to cover the small wound on his neck, and turned and walked towards the three-story building without hesitation.

Even in the midst of fierce battles, the vigilance around the small building has not relaxed in the slightest.

A team of strange wizards wearing standard white armor guarded the small building. They were male and female, with different age spans, but everyone had a strange logo of Wushan Mountain on their left shoulder clothes.

It's just a black mountain shrouded in white mist... The shape is very strange, and even Spara, who is well-informed, has never seen such a logo.

"This is the logo of Lord Marilyn Mona's Troop in the Dream Garden. They belong to the wizarding army directly under Mona. I don't know what kind of strange abilities they have..." The wizards walked to the gate with their heads raised. In front of him, Ralph communicated with Spala hiding in his arms with a special telepathic connection.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" A male wizard stood up and blocked Ralph, his vigilance didn't relax because the other party was "one of us".

"I am Ralph from the Seventh Wizard Squad. Now I have extremely important information to report to Lady Mona immediately. Please pass it on!"

"At this time..." The male wizard hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master Mengna is definitely still in deep meditation at this time, and will not meet people easily! Just give us any information and items you have! "

"It was our captain who asked me to return. This information is very important and must be handed over to Lord Mona!"

It seemed that Ralph's determination forced the male wizard to give in.

He turned around and ordered: "Yasna, take him to the guest room on the first floor to wait. If the adults wake up, pass the news up immediately!"

"Yes!" A girl with short brown hair in leather armor boots nodded yes, leading Ralph into the small building.

As soon as he entered the small building, Ralph could clearly feel as if he had just passed through a layer of transparent light film, and there was a completely different atmosphere inside and outside the building.

Facing the gate is a wide old wooden staircase leading directly to the second floor. On the left and right sides are restaurants and small reception rooms, and there are some cabins for servants to rest in the corners.

The second and third floors have been occupied by that Mona-sama, and all middle and low-level wizards can only succumb to the servants' rooms on the first floor. Regarding such 'unfair' treatment, no wizard dared to complain.

"Come with me! You can't take a single step here, or you may trigger the witchcraft prohibition set up. Once you disturb Lady Mengna's meditation, you and I can't bear the consequences..." The short-haired The girl was quite enthusiastic and led Ralph to the left side of the first floor.

"You pester this little guy, I'll go to the second floor to have a look!" Spala briefly explained a few words to Ralph through a spiritual connection, and then quietly crawled out of his robe and transformed into a A strange mouse with black hair and red eyes slid gently up the stairs leading to the second floor.

Spala, who was born in the plane of Faen, was once a young and beautiful elf with a profession of druid, a strange profession that is good at transforming animals. After being transformed into a blood elf by Mary, she was brought back to the wizarding world, and gradually grew into the current "shape-shifter".

And she is also the only one among all the druids who has not lost her original professional skills after being transformed by the blood elves. It's just that the druid's wild transformation and the blood elf's blood-sucking ability don't fit so well, so it's particularly difficult for her to improve her combat power.

The red-eyed mouse transformed by Spalla quickly climbed up the stairs, avoiding places that exude a slight magic power everywhere, avoiding strange witchcraft runes one after another, and it quickly reached the second floor entrance.

Without hesitation, Spala turned to the corridor on the right, and crawled towards the end of the corridor along the red-painted wooden floor. When it was crawling, the hair on its body also appeared to be colored like a chameleon. Coupled with its tiny size, the chances of the enemy being able to spot it were extremely low.

There are five rooms scattered in the corridor on the right, and at the door of one of the rooms lies a particularly large multi-eyed monster, guarding it meticulously.

The multi-eyed monster is a kind of witchcraft created by wizards based on the beholder. They have a short and fat body in the shape of meat, with more than a dozen arm-thick fleshy tentacles protruding from the top of the body, and strange eyes are opened at the end of the tentacles.

They can also be like beholders, shooting multi-attribute magic rays and strange curse auras from more than a dozen eye stalks. Moreover, the surface of their eye stalks is covered with a layer of fine scales, which is tough yet flexible, and it is more than enough to serve as a long whip in close combat.

The only shortcoming of this kind of witch beast is probably that its legs are too short, and its movement speed is appallingly slow. Therefore, most wizards use them as fixed-point watchdogs.

At this time, the multi-eyed monster was also lying on the floor, resting boredly. Only three of the twelve eye stalks on the upper part of the body were raised high, scanning the entire corridor constantly, and the rest were also drooping. A listless look.

And in the wooden door behind it, two groups of life breaths that are not strong can be vaguely sensed. One of them is an ordinary person, and the other has hidden elemental fluctuations, and seems to be a low-level wizard.

After all, this is not a wizard's tower, and the wooden door is just an ordinary wooden door, which has no function of isolating outside perception. Otherwise, Spraduan would not be able to perceive the information in the room so easily.

This is probably where Antonel was held!

Spala didn't dare to get close to the multi-eyed monster.

She knew very well that the eyeballs at the end of this multi-eyed strange eye stalk also had the ability to see through invisibility and element perception. Fortunately, I am using Transfiguration and Color Mimicry, and there will be no additional magic fluctuations, otherwise, the moment I step into the corridor, the other party will probably perceive it.

Spala curled up on the unevenness of the stone wall at the corner of the corridor, covered his body with the help of shadows, and began to exude a peculiar aura cautiously.

Ambition calls!

This is a druid-specific animal summoning ability.

However, most druids use it to summon animal companions, and it is unique to use it to lure small animals like Spala.

A moment later, a strange rustling sound suddenly came from another dark corner of the corridor.

A little mouse with a thin beard poked its nostrils out of the darkness, sniffing the air lightly. And its appearance naturally attracted the attention of the multi-eyed monster.

Sprala can use transfiguration and color imitation to cover up his figure and eliminate his breath, but this ordinary mouse doesn't have such abilities. And no matter how small its movement is, it is as dazzling as the sun in the dark in front of a multi-eyed monster with 2nd level strength.

The eye stalks hanging on the sides could not help but rise slowly, and the originally tall eye stalks turned around, fixedly staring at the little guy who was hesitating between darkness and light.

Although it smelled the strange inspiration that made it restless, the gray fur mouse could also sense the dangerous aura outside the darkness that made it extremely afraid.

Ever since a group of strange humans entered this small building, all the gray fur mice hid in their nests in horror, not daring to come out to look for food or to move around. This pain has lasted for 7 days, and they are all hungry, but they still dare not step out of the nest.

They can perceive that the outside is filled with a terrible breath of death, and their strong sense of danger suppresses their instinctive impulses, which allows them to survive until now.

But now, when that strange appealing force appeared, the gray fur mouse finally couldn't help it. It quietly flowed out of the lair and came to this once familiar activity space. As long as it takes another step forward, it will leave the darkness and enter the range of dim candlelight.

And here it hesitates, it hesitates...

One foot is life, the other foot is death, its low IQ obviously can't think about such complicated feelings.

Finally, unable to hold back the restlessness in his heart, the gray mouse rushed out of the shadows!