The Wizarding Age

"Go back first, you have no part in the battle here"

Floating in the dark night sky, Spala said a few words and dived into the sky.

The cold night wind passed by her smooth body quickly, and the short and soft hair on her body was dancing quickly. The vampire bat that Spala transformed into disappeared without a trace after a few turns in the air, and her whereabouts could no longer be found.

Villia, who suddenly felt a chill, flapped her bat wings and turned around to fly away.

The battle in the manor continued.

The vampires who came to attack were obviously at a disadvantage and were fighting and retreating. In the dark night, their team had been broken up, and they rushed around in the manor, spreading the turmoil to every corner of the manor.

Six wizards wearing the emblem of the Denel family were driving their magic beasts to chase a group of vampires. When they passed by a tall old tree, a white and tender arm stretched out from the darkness and pulled the last wizard behind the old tree.

Because her movements were swift and colorless, the other wizards who were concentrating on chasing their creatures did not realize that they had lost a companion.

In the shadow of the old tree, before the captured wizard could understand what was happening, a slender figure came up to him, and two sharp hollow blood-sucking fangs pierced into his neck.

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

"Go to the three-story building and take me to find that Anetol!" Spalla whispered, and then turned into a small vampire bat again and pounced on Ralph, and skillfully got into his sleeves.

"Yes!" Ralph replied respectfully.

When he stepped out of the shadow of the ancient tree, he raised his head. In the dim light, one could vaguely see that his eyes were red and his face was extremely pale.

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

Even in the fierce battle, the vigilance around the building was still not relaxed at all.

A strange wizard team wearing standard white armor was guarding the building. They were men and women, with different age spans, but everyone had a strange logo of a foggy mountain on their left shoulder.

It was a black mountain shrouded in white fog. The shape was very strange. Even with Spalla's extensive knowledge, he had never seen such a logo.

"This is the emblem of Lady Marilyn Mona's Dream Garden Troops. They belong to Lady Mona's direct wizard troop. I don't know what kind of strange abilities they have." While walking up to the wizards guarding the gate, Ralph communicated with Spalla hiding in his arms through a special mind connection.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" A male wizard stood up to block Ralph, and his vigilant look did not relax at all because the other party was his own.

"I am Ralph from the Seventh Wizard Team. 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, "At this time, Lady Mona must still be in deep meditation and will not easily meet people! Give us any information and items you have!"

"Our captain asked me to return. This information is very important and must be handed over to Lady Mona in person!"

It seems that the male wizard made concessions under Ralph's firm coercion.

He turned around and ordered: "Asna, take him to the guest room on the first floor to wait. If the master wakes up, pass the news up as soon as possible!"

"Yes!" A girl wearing leather armor and long boots and with short brown hair nodded and led Ralph into the small building.

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

Facing the door was a wide and old wooden staircase leading directly to the second floor. On the left and right sides were the restaurant and the small reception room, and there were some small wooden houses for servants to rest in the corners.

The second and third floors had been occupied by that Lord Mona, and all the middle and low-level wizards could only stay in the servants' room on the first floor. No wizard dared to complain about such unfair treatment.

"Come with me! You can't walk around here, otherwise you may trigger the witchcraft restrictions. Once you disturb Mona's meditation, the consequences will be unbearable for you and me." The short-haired girl was quite enthusiastic and led Ralph to the left side of the first floor.

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

Spalla, born in the Farn plane, was once a young and beautiful elf. Her profession was a druid, a strange profession that was good at animal transformation. After being transformed into a blood elf by Mary, she was brought back to the wizard world and grew step by step into the current shapeshifter.

And she is also the only one among all druids who has not lost her original professional skills after being transformed by the blood elves. However, the compatibility between the Druid's Wild Transformation and the Blood Elf's bloodsucking ability is not that high, so it is particularly difficult for her to improve her combat power.

The red-eyed mouse that Spalla transformed into quickly climbed up the stairs, avoiding places with slight magical auras and strange witchcraft symbols, and soon arrived at the entrance of the second floor.

Without hesitation, Spalla turned to the right corridor and crawled along the red painted wooden floor to one end of the corridor. While crawling, the hair on its body also appeared in mimicry like a chameleon, and coupled with its tiny body, the chance of the enemy being able to discover it was extremely low.

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

The multi-eyed monster is a kind of witch beast created by wizards based on the eye demon. They have a short and fat body like a meat dump, and more than a dozen fleshy tentacles as thick as a child's arm are extended from the body, and strange eyes are opened at the end of the tentacles.

Like the Eye Demon, they can also shoot out multi-attribute magic rays and strange curse halos from a dozen eye stalks. Moreover, the surface of their eye stalks is covered with a layer of fine scales, which is tough and flexible, and can be used as a whip in close combat.

The only disadvantage of this kind of wizard beast is that its legs are too short and its movement speed is shockingly slow. Therefore, most wizards use them as fixed-point guard dogs.

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

And in the wooden door behind it, two groups of not very strong life breath can be vaguely sensed. One of them is an ordinary person, and the other has elemental fluctuations on his body, which seems to be a low-level wizard.

After all, this is not a wizard tower, and the wooden door is just an ordinary wooden door, which has no function of isolating from the outside world. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Spara to sense the information in the room so easily.

This is probably where Antonel is imprisoned!

Spara did not dare to approach the multi-eyed monster.

She knew very well that the eyeballs at the end of the multi-eyed monster's eye stalks also have the ability to detect invisibility and elemental perception. Fortunately, she used Transfiguration and Mimicry, which would not produce additional magic fluctuations, otherwise, the moment she stepped into the corridor, she would probably be sensed by the other party.

Spara curled up in the concave and convex part of the stone wall in a corner of the corridor, using the shadow to cover her body, and began to carefully emit a special breath.

Ambition calls!

This is a druid's unique animal calling ability.

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

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

A little mouse with a pointed beard poked its nose out of the darkness and sniffed something in the air. Its appearance naturally attracted the attention of the multi-eyed monster.

Spala can use Transfiguration and Mimicry to conceal his body and eliminate his breath, but this ordinary mouse does not have such ability. And no matter how small its movement is, it is as dazzling as the sun in the dark night in front of the multi-eyed monster with the strength of Level 2.

The eye stalks hanging on the side of the body could not help but rise slowly, and the eye stalks that were originally tall turned around and stared at the little guy who was hesitating between darkness and light.

Although it smelled the strange call that made it restless, the gray-skinned mouse could also sense the dangerous breath outside the darkness that made it extremely afraid.

Ever since a group of strange humans moved into this small building, all the gray-skinned mice hid back in their nests in fear, not daring to come out to forage or move around. This kind of pain has lasted for 7 days, and they are all hungry, but they still dare not step out of the nest.

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

But now, when the strange power of appeal appears, the gray-skinned rat finally can't help it. It quietly flows out of the nest and comes to this once familiar activity space. As long as it takes another step forward, it will leave the darkness and enter the range of the dim candlelight.

And here, it hesitated, it hesitated

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

Finally, unable to suppress the restlessness in its heart, the gray-skinned rat rushed out of the shadow!