The Wizard World

Between the endless sea of ​​green trees, a gray and white path meanders forward, and some small branch roads extend from time to time. Like the blood vessels of the earth.

A black carriage was pulled by four one-horned horses on the small road, moving forward slowly.

There is no pattern engraved on the body, it's just pure black. The coachman driving the cart was a short old man with gray hair and a leaky mouth, holding a whip and clothes, looking drowsy.

There was not a ray of sunshine in the gloomy sky, and the cold wind blew past in bursts, mixed with a faint chill.

The carriage moved forward slowly, neither fast nor slow, and the wheels crushed some brittle small stones from time to time, causing the grass on the side of the road to shake for a while. It was obvious that some small animal was frightened.

"Master, there are still three days to go to the Blue Gold Cave. I don't dare to go there, so I can only take you to the edge." The coachman said loudly while yawning.

"It's okay, I'll go there by myself then." A deep male voice came from inside the carriage.

The curtain on the side of the car was slowly lifted, revealing a pale and strange man's face.

The man's eyes were glowing faintly, looking like the finest red crystals. Crystal clear, exceptionally clear.

He leaned on the car window with one hand, and looked sideways at the depths of the woods beside the road.

"There is a situation ahead, Ham, stop the car for a while and wait for the matter to pass." He said calmly.

"Okay, sir." The driver looked calm, as if he was used to this kind of behavior from passengers. "This is the fourth time? The world is getting more and more chaotic now. It wasn't for you, Master Green, who came out in person. I dare not take this long journey."

Angelet smiled when he heard that, but turned his gaze to the depths of the woods on the side. On a turning and forking road there, one can faintly see the road ahead on the right, where an extremely fierce battle is going on.

Some people in gray clothes and white cloths on their heads were fighting fiercely with a group of convoys protecting three carriages. The sound of slashing. Screams, and laughter, mixed together. Mixed exception.

"Further ahead is the place where these robbers robbed. Let's wait for a while and go there after they finish their work." Angelet said lightly. It has been a week since he came out of the villa, and he has been on his way to the Blue Gold Cave without stopping. It's just that I encountered many robbers and robbers unexpectedly on the road.

However, Angelet was not interested in paying attention to these crap things. Every time, he waited until the robbers were done before rushing over. He didn't come out this time to attract attention.

The shouting and killing in front gradually weakened. Some robbers vaguely surrounded the convoy, as if they were watching something lively. There were bursts of laughter.

The roar of laughter lasted for more than ten minutes, and there was no sign of weakening.

Angelet originally thought that this group of people would stop soon, but he didn't expect them to be so inefficient and play tricks on the road.

He lowered the car curtain and stopped looking outside. He reached out and picked up a long staff that was lying across the carriage.

Crash.

The carriage door was pulled open. Angelet jumped out of the carriage, brandished a black staff, put on the hood of the black robe, and completely concealed himself in the black robe.

"Ham, you wait here for my return."

"No problem! Master." Ham grinned. Showing white teeth. If he dared to drive alone with Angie, he would naturally not be a simple character on such a long distance.

Angelet nodded, and walked forward slowly with his staff. Some bloody hairs could be faintly seen under the black robe.

In the front convoy, three red carriages formed a triangle. Block the robbers in gray outside, and inside the triangle are a group of helpless women and children.

Dead bodies and puddles of blood littered the ground. A thick fishy smell filled the air. A small part belonged to robbers, and most belonged to convoy guards.

All the robbers around showed malicious and joking expressions, looking at the women and children in the convoy. They circled the convoy completely without revealing any gaps.

Most of these bandits were holding scimitars and cross swords, and some were even wearing military-style broken leather armor. ..

The leader was a black-skinned burly man with his upper body naked. The burly man stood aside with his hands folded. There was a long scar on his face across his left eye, shaking like a centipede with his smile. Very infiltrating.

"Big Beard, what tricks do you have next?" The big man shouted towards the field.

In the surrounding circle, a big man with a long black beard was dragging the head of a girl's corpse with one hand at this time, and he was laughing with his head up, his chest was covered with scarlet blood.

And there was a dark red wound on the neck of the corpse in his hand, which was bleeding profusely. The girl's eyes were wide open, and her body twitched from time to time. Her big silent eyes had lost any luster.

Looking at the girl's body in the hands of the bearded man, the two leading female soldiers in the convoy showed sorrow and anger, but they could only hold the scimitar and bow and arrow tightly in their hands, aiming helplessly at the bearded man.

No need to shoot arrows, the scattered arrows on the ground have already explained everything. The arrows fired have no effect at all. Not even the slightest trace on the bearded body.

"Hehe, it's death anyway, everyone is fighting!!" In the circle, a girl in red seemed to lose control of her emotions. There was a hint of mortal madness in his eyes.

"They deliberately killed all the men and kept us. Their purpose is very clear. Even if we live on, we can't give up ourselves." One of the leading female soldiers said firmly.

"Besides, as long as Dad is treated properly now, he can survive! We can't give up, we must delay!" The female soldier encouraged in a low voice.

At this time, all the hopes of more than a dozen women were concentrated in the circle surrounded by the carriage, on a white-haired old man lying flat on the ground with a grim and distorted face.

A long curved saber was stuck upside down beside the old man, his body was full of muscles, and he was wearing a black leather armor full of knife marks.

"Yes, as long as Dad wakes up, we have hope." Another female soldier said in a deep voice.

"who!!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from outside the bandit.

Angelet stood on the periphery and walked slowly towards the bandit circle. Before he got too close, he was spotted by a bandit on guard.

He had no intention of hiding his figure. Just quietly walking towards this side according to the usual pace.

Sure enough, he was discovered by the other party within a short distance.

Immediately, a group of people came out of all the bandits that formed a circle to meet them. The one who took the lead was the leader with the scar on his left eye.

Seeing that Angelet was the only one coming, he narrowed his right eye and the smile on his face disappeared.

"The sandstorm group is here to work, my friend, how about waiting for ten minutes to save face? Just treat it as a friend." A person who dares to go out to so many robbers alone, he is confident that he will never be weak. Possibly even an official wizard. But even if they are official wizards, there are not no apprentice-level people in their team, plus himself as a great knight, a group of highly qualified subordinates, and enchanted weapons in their hands. Even official wizards have to be afraid of it.

This time, they came here under the guise of their identities, and they were already taking a risk. There must be no more accidents. That's why he also speaks directly and mildly, without the tyranny of the past.

Angelet glanced at the robber in front of him, and just opened his mouth, about to speak.

Chi Chi Chi! ! !

Suddenly, a large dark red shadow flew out from under his feet, gathering into a human shape above the heads of all the robbers. The human figure took shape quickly, and with a clatter, it seemed as if the dark red cloak was lifted, revealing the real face underneath.

It was a young man with a charming face.

Snapped!

The man landed on his toes lightly, and gave a slight salute to Angelet.

"Master Ziyan, why are you still talking nonsense with them? Since they are in your way, how about letting me kill them for you?" He licked his lips, and a faint flame slowly ignited in his red eyes.

Angelet looked at him fixedly.

"Are you Turin?"

"Thank you for remembering." Du Ling was one of the elites who volunteered to contact him.

Moreover, in the Tali River region, there were only two strong men who were able to join the Black Witch Tower only by relying on their own strength and potential. Without any background, relying on himself alone, he obtained the qualification to join the Dark Witch Tower.

Du Ling was wrapped in a dark red cloak, only his head was exposed, and his short fiery red hair stood up high. With a half-smile expression on his face.

"I still remember you because the reason you gave is still deep in my memory." Angelet smiled slightly. "I'm glad to see you take the initiative to greet me before I get to the place."

"Bedoria is already waiting for your arrival." Du Ling also smiled. "We are looking forward to you leading us to enjoy a more interesting life."

"This is also the condition I promised you back then, isn't it?" Angelet chuckled. This Turin is one of the three subordinate leaders he has appointed by default.

This person is like a ferocious and vicious beast. He only joined the Black Witch Tower in pursuit of a more dangerous, exciting, and interesting life. After learning about the plan of the Black Witch Tower, he became even crazier.

It is rumored that he was originally a newly promoted genius wizard of a wizard organization. After many years of cultivation on the mountain, he finally found that his family and organization could no longer meet his needs. It was just that he believed that his father, teacher and other wizards were definitely better than him since he was a child. But for him, it was just to hide his clumsiness. So in order to obtain more powerful knowledge and force out stronger knowledge of witchcraft, he made a death move in a simulated fight.

He killed his father and teacher, only to find that they were really inferior to him.

Since then, Turin's spirit has been a little weird and crazy, becoming extremely murderous and perverted. In the last battle with wizards, hundreds of thousands of people were massacred in a small fringe town. Since then, he became famous and became a common wanted criminal of the entire central wizarding organization.

It is rumored that he likes to eat the liver of children raw, because the liver can regenerate, so it is said that he raised a large group of children and harvested the liver every once in a while.