Journey to the Wizarding World

The dark room was filled with a pungent smell. On the stone platform formed by two stone tables joined together, the flames licked the candlestick, making the liquid in the beaker make a gurgling sound.

"Tara flower, horned lizard tongue..."

Beside the stone platform, Enzo was concentrating on his work, putting different materials into the beaker one after another. After the materials with different properties were mixed, a strong reaction occurred.

Gulu gulu!

Fierce sounds followed. Enzo looked calm as he grabbed an eyeball-like ball from the side and squeezed it into pieces with two fingers.

Green slime dripped into the beaker, and the boiling liquid calmed down in an instant.

"finished!"

The corners of Enzo's lips raised slightly, and he poured the liquid in the beaker into the test tube. A standard [Detoxifying Spirit] potion was completed, which was enough for a hundred people with mild voodoo infection.

"Fifty [Detoxification Spirit] potions are enough even if the entire residents of Beacon Town are infected." Enzo turned his head and looked to the right side of the stone platform, adding the [Detoxification Spirit] he had just refined.

Poison Spirit], within three days, he had refined fifty [Poison Spirit] potions.

These potions, mixed with water, are enough to cure five thousand people with mild voodoo infection, and the total number of residents in Beacon Town may be less than a thousand.

Boom, boom, boom!

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door. Through the view outside the auditorium, Enzo saw old Moore with an anxious look on his face.

"Come in." Enzo said softly.

The door was pushed open, and Old Moore hurried in, begging: "Please save us, Lord Sacrifice!"

"The strange disease that appeared on the Essos Plains has spread to Beacon Town. Many townspeople are infected and will die soon..."

"Don't worry, I already know."

Enzo looked calm and asked, "What happened to the materials I asked you to collect before?"

Old Moore nodded and said, "The hunters who were sent outside have returned this morning. They have found everything the priest needs and will bring it to you shortly."

"Now, please ask the priest to save those poor infected people as soon as possible!"

Enzo nodded slightly and grabbed three potions.

Later, under the leadership of Old Moore, Enzo came to a place similar to a horse cellar, where a large number of voodoo-infected people were placed.

Weak wailing sounds were intermittent, and the faces of the townspeople infected with voodoo had expressions of pain. The skin on their bodies was ulcerated to varying degrees, and their eyes showed different green colors depending on the degree of voodoo infection.

"Basically they are all mildly infected."

Enzo looked around and made an inference in his mind. It had only been three days since the refugees from Greystone Town left. The spread of voodoo was not serious yet, but at that terrible rate of infection, it would soon spread in the small town.

The town completely erupted.

"It's all those damn Greystones!"

Looking at the nearly 100 infected people in Majiao, Old Moore could not hide the panic and worry on his face. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "If they hadn't brought the virus to Beacon Town, it wouldn't be what it is now. If I had known that just now,

When you find them approaching, you should let the hunters kill them all!"

After hearing Old Moore's curse, Enzo's expression did not change, but he shook his head secretly in his heart.

The appearance of voodoo-infected people in Beacon Town is not the origin of the refugees from Greystone Town at all. The voodoo in the Essos Plains was intentional by the God of Voodoo. Even without those refugees, voodoo will appear in Beacon before long.

town.

When the infected will appear is just a matter of time.

Ho ho ho...

Suddenly, a low and suppressed sound suddenly came from the surroundings, and on the ground not far away, a voodoo-infected person began to twitch all over.

"Severely infected!"

Enzo's eyes flashed and he looked at the twitching middle-aged town citizen. He seemed to be the first person in the town to be infected with voodoo. The skin all over his body showed ulcers to varying degrees, and his eyes showed a dark green luster.

"Prepare some water."

Enzo gave an order to Old Moore beside him, and then walked towards the severely infected person. The voodoo in him was on the verge of breaking out. If it was not suppressed, he would soon turn into a voodoo zombie.

The most terrifying thing about the voodoo spread by the god of voodoo on the plains of Essos is not its lethality, but the speed of its spread, and the fact that after the voodoo breaks out, the infected will become voodoo zombies.

The Voodoo Walking Corpse is the final outcome of the infected. In a sense, it is similar to a puppet. The infected person who becomes the Voodoo Walking Corpse is controlled by the God of Voodoo and is extremely aggressive!

The main reason why voodoo appeared on the plains of Essos can cause great losses to the Kingdom of Night is that when a large number of infected people in a city become voodoo zombies, the order of the entire city will soon

destroyed.

"Please...save me..."

On the ground, the eyes turned into a dark green voodoo-infected person, and the breath of life became weaker and weaker. It seemed that he would become a voodoo zombie in three minutes at most. The last trace of his desire for life made him plead.

By this time, Old Moore had brought some clean water.

"give it to me."

Enzo said softly, taking the water bag from Old Moore's hand, and then poured one-third of a [Poison-Removing Spirit] potion into it, and then fed the water mixed with the potion to the voodoo-infected person.

Gudu! Gudu!

After the water was mixed with the detoxifying spirit potion, it gave off a pungent smell, but after the infected person took a sip, a strong desire burst out in his eyes, and he drank greedily.

In a moment, one-third of the magic potion in the water bag was drank.

The infected person who was already on the verge of mutation suddenly calmed down. The skin on his body was still ulcerated, but the green color in his eyes gradually faded.

"Did it work?" On the side, Old Moore's eyes burst out with surprise.

Enzo's face was calm, he had already expected such a situation.

"Prepare some more water, and then mix the magic potion with the water and give it to the infected people. Adjust the dosage according to the degree of their infection." Enzo ordered to Old Moore beside him.

Old Moore nodded repeatedly and prepared a lot of water.

Immediately afterwards, he poured all three potions into the bucket and fed them to the infected people respectively. After a while, every infected person took the magic potion.

"After the infected person drinks the magic potion, the voodoo in the body will be resolved, but it will take a while to fully recover."

All the hundreds of infected people in the town have been fed the magic potion mixed with the [Detoxifying Spirit], and the voodoo on their bodies has been resolved. They can recover as long as they practice for a period of time.

"Master Priest, Beacon Town will always remember the help you gave!" Old Moore said gratefully.

"It's nothing, everything is the call of the goddess." Enzo said softly, attributing everything he did to the goddess of the night, and then returned to the auditorium that was transformed into a laboratory to continue refining the [Detoxification Spirit]

] Potion.

…

Abandoned place, crypt.

In the dark and humid underground world, snake-like creatures are entrenched in caves. In the deepest part of the cave, there is a space similar to an underground palace.

"Finally, my strength has been completely restored!"

In an underground palace the size of a stadium, a huge black python was entangled on the ground. With a low murmur, the giant python transformed into an old man in black robes.

On the same spot, Old Snake's eyes flashed.

It has been nearly a year since he arrived on the Lost Continent on a giant ship. As a third-level demigod-level being, Old Snake has finally passed the adaptation period and returned to full strength.

"Next, it's time to get down to business!"

Old Snake murmured to himself, putting the two broken maps in his hands together, staring at the patterns on them with his vertical pupils, and then lit a ball of flame in his hand, burning the two maps of the gods.

After a year of repeated observation, the contents on the two broken maps have long been remembered by Old Snake, including every detail.

Hiss!

At this time, a snake hissed. The old snake looked forward and saw a Snake Claw tribe returning from outside the cave.

"The great black snake god!"

The Snakeclaw tribe appeared in front of Old Snake, prostrate on the ground with great piety, showing respect from the bottom of their hearts.

"Welcome back, kid."

A smile appeared on Old Snake's face, and he said gently, "Is there anything new happening in the outside world?"

The Snake Claws stood up and respectfully replied, "In accordance with your order, the Snake Claws are always paying attention to the outside world. There are no special events happening in the territory of the Abandoned Land within half a month."

"How is Dark Light City?" Old Snake asked.

"It has been completely reduced to ruins!"

The Snakeclaw clan shook his head and said, "Since the plague broke out in Netherlight City, that city has been completely reduced to a dead place, and not a single living person can be seen."

"Lord Snake God, today's Abandoned Land and the human strongholds led by wizards have basically fallen. If we attack at this time, we may be able to control the entire Abandoned Land in the hands of the Snake Clan."

The Snakeclaws made suggestions.

"We will discuss this matter later." Old Snake shook his head. He seemed to have no interest in ruling the abandoned land, and asked, "How is the situation in the stone tomb? Has the Skeleton King awakened?"

The Snake Claws still shook their heads.

But then, it hesitated and said, "According to the information we checked, the Skeleton King in the stone tomb is still sleeping, but there seem to be more and more skeletons in that area."

"I wonder if this situation is a sign of the Skeleton King's awakening..."

"Still sleeping?"

Old Snake's pupils flashed, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he whispered: "In that case, very good, let's make you the first target!"

Then, the old snake raised his head.

He ordered the Snakeclaw tribe, "Let the tribesmen prepare. My strength has gradually recovered. Next, we will attack the stone tomb!"

"Into...attack?"

The Snakeclaw tribe was stunned and said, "Why, the stone tomb is the territory of the Skeleton King. There are a lot of skeletons active there. Even if we capture it, it doesn't seem to be of any benefit to us, right?"

"Are you questioning my decision?" Old Snake asked with a half-smile.

"Don't dare!" The Snakeclaw clan was startled.

"Okay, execute the order." Old Snake chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Of course I have my own ideas. Everything is for the Snake Clan. You only need to follow the order and the Snake Clan will become strong!"

"Yes, the God of Black Snakes!" Hearing Old Snake's words, the Snake Claws' eyes became firm, and then they twisted their lower bodies and left, conveying Old Snake's orders to other tribesmen.

…

Three days later, Beacon Town.

In the auditorium, Enzo closed his eyes tightly and sat cross-legged on the bed. Pictures flashed before his eyes. They were everything that happened in Shadow Crow's vision.

After a while, Enzo opened his eyes.

"It seems that Old Snake's strength has indeed been restored." His eyes flickered, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

Not long ago, Enzo sent out the Shadow Crow.

Using the flying ability of the Shadow Crow, Enzo planned to check some of the situation in Glimmer City in the Abandoned Land, but he accidentally discovered that a large number of Snake Claws were operating in the wasteland.

The target of those Snake Claws is the place where the Skeleton King sleeps, the stone tomb!

Just like the information Enzo had received before, after arriving in the Lost Continent, Old Snake used some unknown method to become the god of the Snake Claw tribe, and he has been hiding in the cave for a year.

It wasn't until recently that he finally passed the adaptation period.

After Old Snake regained his strength, the first thing he did was to attack the stone tomb on a large scale and personally force the sleeping Skeleton King out.

"His goal is to kill divinity!"

Enzo's eyes flashed, and he knew very well that the purpose of Old Snake coming to the Lost Continent was to obtain the legacy of the God of Slaughter, so after a year of dormancy, his first goal was to plunder a piece of divinity.

In the entire abandoned land, there were very few forces with the god of killing. After Enzo obtained the divine blood from Camp Gro, he plundered the god of killing from the mad wizard and the two-headed ogre.

After being promoted to the third level wizard with three divinities, Enzo no longer dared to absorb more divinities in order not to become a killing puppet. Therefore, after the incident in Netherlight City ended, he left the abandoned land directly without fighting any skeletons.

The king's idea.

Now, with no more options, Old Snake seems to be eyeing the Skeleton King.

The two demigods fought fiercely in the stone tomb, and the old snake finally won. Enzo witnessed the entire battle through the shadow crow, and was not too surprised by the outcome.

"Although the Skeleton King is a third-level life form with the divinity of killing, he was seriously injured in the battle with the two-headed ogre a hundred years ago. Naturally, he is no match for Old Snake in his prime." Enzo shook his head.

Everything that happened in the Abandoned Land was not important to Enzo. For him now, the Essos Plains was his home field.

After getting up from the bed, Enzo came outside the auditorium.

"More and more..."

Enzo looked around. On the streets of Beacon Town, many refugees from other cities gathered here.

In the center of the town, Old Moore and a group of hunters were maintaining order. At the same time, they set up an iron pot and distributed magic potion mixed with [Detox Spirit] to the refugees who were coming from all directions, curing those infected with voodoo.

people.