Diary of the Death Wizard

Victor let out a sigh of embarrassment, looking at the entangled black tentacles on the ground, and Saul who was squatting on the first floor with his hands covering his ears, he couldn't help but sigh.

"really interesting."

Holding on to the handrail and holding his own harp, he walked slowly down.

"As a second-level apprentice, Saul, you really surprised me. Although I'm just...but ordinary people, wizard apprentices here, only you can continuously break free from my musical drama."

Victor straightened his messy hair from dodging just now, ignoring the blood on his body, and he turned back into that somewhat melancholy handsome man.

At this time, there was another loud noise upstairs, and one after another, it seemed that the people upstairs were also fighting, and it became more and more fierce.

Victor speeded up his speech, "It's a pity that I don't have time to be curious. No matter what the reason is, your spiritual aptitude must be frighteningly high. That's great."

Saul still covered his ears and said nothing.

Victor was not surprised either. He stepped over the tentacles hanging in disorder on the stairs, "Ah, I forgot, you are very tired now. The long tune just now was called 'Shen Mian'. Apart from being not very elegant, it is usually very good Useful. You should be limp and weak now, just want to fall asleep quickly, right? You don’t need to resist, you won’t be afraid when you fall asleep.”

However, as soon as Victor finished speaking, he saw Sol suddenly raised his legs twice on the spot.

Victor: "..."

This time he really changed his face, and said in surprise: "Impossible, even if you cover your ears, it is impossible to block the long tune!"

Saul tilted his head slightly so Victor could see his left ear.

A little red blood gushed out of his ear.

"You actually made yourself deaf!"

Sol straightened his head and said in a slightly higher voice than usual: "So you don't have to say too much, my lips are so-so, if you speak too fast, I can't understand."

Victor's breathing was stagnant, his chest heaved violently twice, his usual elegant and melancholy cracked a few holes.

It wasn't until the voice came from upstairs again that he calmed down and said slowly: "This long tune really needs to be adjusted. It is only suitable for sneak attacks, not for direct battles."

Saul nodded, "This speed is not bad."

Victor snorted coldly, "Do you really think that you can escape my attack if you can't hear it?"

"Of course not." Saul replied very cooperatively, "Your strength is more than level two."

Victor smiled and didn't deny it, "You really gave me a lot of surprises today. But that's all. Some beautiful music, even if you are deaf, your head is cracked, and your body is rotting, you can still listen to it." Yes, for your soul also loves to sing."

Victor slightly opened his lips.

But then, a hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

Victor raised his hand to cover his throat and exhaled slowly.

The breath that emerged from his throat condensed into white ice crystals the moment it entered the air.

Seeing the breath coming out of Victor's mouth, and the ice crystals spreading from his neck to the surroundings of his body, the big stone on Sol's heart finally fell off.

Victor opened his mouth again, but no sound came out.

He lowered his head and saw black tentacles scattered all over the ground.

There are some tiny ice crystals on the tips of these tentacles, and under the high-speed movement, even Victor can't see the traps on them clearly.

"Frozen... touch."

The trembling voice was extremely subtle, and Sol could only roughly judge what Victor was talking about through the shape of Victor's mouth.

Now that he is deaf, Victor's harp can no longer confuse him.

And Victor is dumb, and he can't use his voice to attack Saul.

Between attack and defense, Sol finally eliminated the huge gap in strength between himself and Victor.

The most terrifying thing about Victor is the deceptive nature of his musical comedy.

Sol has never seen such witchcraft before, so when he first met Victor, he had no resistance and was brought into the opponent's rhythm.

He swung his right hand violently at Victor, who was stiff all over, and several translucent worms flew towards him.

Victor struggled to move his frozen body to avoid the worm, but the black tentacles that fell on the ground entangled one by one in the next second, directly entangled the immobile Victor into a half mummy.

Only the eyes are exposed.

There is a sense of sight of Gorza.

It's a pity that the eyes of the two people are not alike at all.

At this time, the worm that fell on the ground finally slowly crawled onto Victor.

The algae separated the tentacles a little, allowing the worms to penetrate his body from the bottom of his feet.

Throughout the whole process, Victor didn't resist anymore, it seemed that his consciousness had been frozen, and he could only wait for Saul to execute him.

But Sol has not let down his vigilance. From time to time, he glanced at the open diary in front of him.

On the white paper of the diary, Thor's tragic death was densely written.

Go upstairs and die.

If you don't go upstairs, you will die.

Attack Victor and die.

Saul could only procrastinate for time while analyzing, deducing the way to survive over and over again.

Until he was repeatedly warned of death, he finally confirmed that Victor's most terrifying witchcraft was his voice!

In the diary, Thor died twice from the attack of the harp, and ten times from the voice of Victor!

In front of him, the last warning in the diary is exactly:

[Suo lunar calendar 316 years, May 29th,

You don't hesitate to hurt yourself,

Finally avoiding the sonic manipulation of the harp,

You froze his lips,

Finally, the attack that directly hit the soul was blocked.

But when you step forward to dig out the secrets of the person in front of you,

you are dead. 】

Sol looked at the words in the diary, not at all happy to capture the enemy.

This time the diary doesn't even say how Thor died.

"Could it be that as long as you step forward, you will be killed by the opponent? Or will there be other enemies?"

Sol can't hear anything now, and can only judge the intensity of the battle between the two sides on the roof through the faint vibration of the ground under his feet and the dust falling from his head.

Thor took a step back, two steps.

He really wanted to take the opportunity to kill Victor, and it would be even better if he could capture the other's soul consciousness.

He believed that Victor must know the secret of this manor.

At least he knew why Ralph Manor became what it is now.

But whenever he wanted to take Victor away, or just approached, the diary would tell Sol in concise language, "You are going to die."

This time, there was no scene materialized, so Sol could not figure out where the danger of death came from.

The last time he encountered this kind of death prompt that was only a warning and did not predict, was when he stayed in Katz's mentor's laboratory in the middle of the night and was besieged by strange circles after circles.

If the tower master hadn't appeared at that time, Sol would have stayed in that laboratory forever.

So, seeing similar warnings again, Sol did not act rashly.

"What if I run away and leave Ralph Manor now?"

This time the content of the diary finally changed.

[Suo lunar calendar 316 years, May 29th,

You learned to be cautious,

out of danger,

But the good times don't last long,

when you try to get out of here,

A gigantic worm fell from the sky,

It smells of you,

coveting your delicious flesh,

now please,

Is the bug's belly warm? 】

"Can't you escape?" Sol was a little confused, but he immediately realized a more serious matter.

When was he "trying to get out of here"?

Seems like it's now!

"boom--"

A huge cracking sound resounded throughout the castle, and countless walls, sawdust, and stones fell from the sky.

The ones who fell with them were the white-haired wizard Kron and his apprentice Swan who had disappeared for a long time.

Crown was covered in injuries.

A green shoot grew from each wound, and the whole person looked like a young tree in early spring, lush and lush.

But Krona is fine.

His apprentice Swan... Only the upper half of his body remained, and the cross-section of his waist wound turned out to be a piece of wood!

Saul could see Kron getting up while cursing, and Swan just opening and closing his mouth in pain on the ground.

"boom--"

There was another loud bang.

Thor didn't hear it, but he felt it.

A huge white shadow fell from the top of his head, hitting Kron directly, and the white flesh covered his whole body.

Half a meter away, Swann, who survived the disaster, could only stare and wail in horror!

Sol's back was soaked in an instant.

The white shadow that fell from the top of the head for the second time - it was a huge worm!