Diary of the Death Wizard

The monster with the giant giant hand shrank back behind the door in fright.

When everyone has walked in, the monster closes the door.

Sol saw that the monster had a big head and palms, but a small torso and lower limbs. When he shrank behind the door, he could only rely on the wall or the door to keep himself from falling.

"Who are you?" The old man's voice sounded.

Thor turned his head and saw an old man behind the gate on the opposite side of the passage.

His upper body was intact, and he was staring at Sol arrogantly.

But the lower half of his body is completely missing in a clay flower pot the height of a person.

It seems to be planted in the soil.

"I'm passing by and want to come here to rest for a night, is that okay?"

The old man looked at Saul, but still spoke stiffly, "Do you have an introducer?"

"Introducer?" Sol was taken aback.

"Without an introducer, you can't enter! Our settlement is a place where there are second-level great witches, so don't try to force your way in."

In such a small settlement, there is actually a second order?

Thor definitely wouldn't just have a conflict with Tier 2 casually. He was hesitating whether to go directly to the survivor Gu Lin to look for the news without inquiring first, when another voice sounded beside the old man.

"Let me be his introducer~"

Kismet walked out from behind the gate with his hands behind his back and a smile.

Sol's pupils shrank, but he didn't speak.

The old man in the flower pot looked suspiciously at Kismet—the latter exuded the magic power fluctuations of a first-order wizard.

"Do you really know him?"

Kismet smiled unabated, "Although it's a surprise to meet him here, but he is my younger brother, how could I not know him."

"Your brother?" The old man in the pot looked suspiciously at Sol, then at Kismet, "You don't look alike at all."

Kismet came over and put his hands on Saul's shoulders, "Are you actually discussing whether the wizard brothers look like them? Do you think we are not worthy of transforming wizard bodies?"

"Hmph, well, I won't ask, you go in." The old man in the flower pot was obviously too lazy to listen to Kismet's sophistry. Since he said he knew Sol, he should take it as knowing.

When the two walked out of the wall passage, Sol pushed Kismet's hand away, "Didn't you go to Iskapur? What are you going to plan when you come back?"

Kismet clutched his chest, with a sad expression on his face, "I heard that my master's brother has arrived in the land of no man, so I ran over quickly, thinking about giving you the third golden page that I promised you."

Sol crossed his arms, "Oh? Then you know where I live now?"

"Of course, the reputation of the Purifying Wizard Tower has also begun to spread in Borderlands. In fact, just because you have been recognized by Clark, the reputation of the Purifying Wizard Tower has greatly increased." Kismet immediately switched into a smiley face.

"Oh, you know where I am, so you came here to find me?"

Kismet: "Uh..."

Sol was about to ask Kismet for the golden pages when suddenly a boy ran towards them.

Seeing that he was about to run in front of Sol, a tall and thin man swooped and threw the boy to the ground.

The boy had a grim look on his face, and he wanted to elbow the adults behind him as soon as he fell to the ground.

But at this time, a pair of rough hands held him down.

The boy looked up and saw the third person, he was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't resist anymore.

The man holding the boy's arm was full of stubble. He raised his head and said to the people who rushed over, "I'm holding him, hurry up!"

Two men with brighter clothes came running from behind. They squatted at the boy's feet, one held his ankle, the other held a nail and a hammer, and knocked two deep blood holes on the bottom of the boy's feet without hesitation.

"Ah!!!" The boy looked eleven or twelve years old, how could he bear this kind of pain?

While screaming, he stared at the bearded man holding his arm, and he started to cry after a while.

The boy's feet were wrapped with dark yellow bandages by the people behind him, and the person holding his arm carried the boy on his shoulders and brought him back.

"Punching holes in the soles of the feet? What kind of custom is this?"

Kismet laughed and said, "The customs of barbarians."

At this time, an apprentice wizard passed by. Hearing what the two said, he was about to stare at them, only to find out that it was two first-level wizards. He quickly lowered his head, pretending that he didn't exist.

But Sol still noticed the apprentice's reaction. He touched his chin and thought, "It seems that this custom is also related to wizards."

He closed his eyes to remember.

The seven blindfolded men I saw before entering here... Is there a hole in the sole of the foot?

...

The wizard's apprentice named Nick was annoyed to hear the dignified ceremonies of the colony remarked on as "the customs of the barbarians".

But what made him even more angry was that he could only bow his head and pretend that he didn't exist when facing the two wizards!

He has been stuck in the third-level apprenticeship for twenty years, and he had no hope of being promoted before.

But when he came here, he found that the barrier that hindered his promotion was loosened a little. In his heart, this ceremony is extremely great!

How can people allow such evaluations?

Although he doesn't have the ability to teach two first-order wizards a lesson, he can find someone!

And this person is the most powerful person in the settlement... a second-tier wizard!

Their great lord Wumont!

So Nick, with resentment and some inexplicable emotions, took the opportunity of reporting the results, and filed a complaint with the Dawu.

"That's it, my lord." Nick knelt on the ground, not feeling ashamed, "Now these wizards outside are enjoying the benefits you give me, but they still comment on your ceremony like this. I think they are really ungrateful , should be taught a lesson.”

However, Nick was chattering here, but the big witch who was kneeling by him on the opposite side didn't even look at him.

Big Witchmont was checking the wooden frame rotating at a constant speed on the carbon frame.

A person was tied to the wooden frame, and was evenly roasted as the wooden frame moved.

His skin was already dark red and almost black, but his chest was still rising and falling slightly, obviously still breathing.

At this time, a white liquid dripped from his tightly closed eyes.

The big witch's eyes lit up, and he immediately reached out to put the drop of liquid into the bottle at hand.

"This concentration is good." Dawu admired it happily for a while, then turned around, only to find that the person on the grill was dead.

"Another one died." The big witch frowned slightly, then turned her head and said to Nick who was kneeling on the ground, "You go to buy more slaves this time, now is the time of high production, I don't want it to be so simple in the meat nest. Something went wrong."

He didn't mention the two people whom Nick had complained just now, obviously he didn't care at all.

"Yes, my lord." Nick quickly leaned over, not daring to say anything more.

After the apprentice left, a woman with a big belly came out from the back room.

The woman's face was flushed, she lowered her head and smiled and stroked her belly.

She came out and saw the dead man on the grill with disgust in her eyes.

"Ordinary people persist for too short a time, and the production capacity is also low."

The big witch asked knowingly, "Why, you still want to use apprentices as meat nests?"

The woman curled her lips, "How is it possible? How much difference is there between an apprentice and an ordinary person?"

The implication is that they want to use wizards as meat nests.

Although the big witch is a second-tier wizard, he still hesitates to take action against a formal wizard. Once discovered by others, he might become the public enemy of Borderlands.

The big witch waved his hand, threw the corpse out of the room, and didn't answer the woman's words.

Although the woman was a little unhappy, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous when facing a second-order wizard.

Her belly moved twice, causing the woman to lose all blood in an instant.

But when the pain passed, she smiled again and stroked her belly.

"In another one or two years, He will come."

The woman looked at her belly with burning eyes, but it was not at all the way a mother looks at a child.

The big witch also stared at the woman's belly, but unlike the woman's reverence, there was a hint of greed in his fiery eyes.

Another year or two...