The Wizarding Age

It was the time of the day when the sun was shining brightly.

Around the Flame Cave, the originally quiet and peaceful market suddenly became lively and noisy.

A team of adventurers who had just returned from hunting in the Black Forest were lucky enough to bring back five eggs of winged flying snakes, so a frenzy of chasing and bidding was set off in the market and the camp.

Four or five adventurers with bloodstains on their faces and bodies were waiting happily on the side of the auction platform. Every loud bid increase from the surrounding crowd could trigger their small cheers. Several trade representatives from various regions of Sandi Tallinn had already argued with red faces and thick necks, and they were still waving the bid increase cards in their hands with their collars torn off.

The host selected by the Flame Throne was also a wizard apprentice. Although he only had the strength of a senior apprentice, he had rich experience and life experience that was not commensurate with his age. However, the atmosphere today was too warm, and even he couldn't help but feel a little dry in the mouth.

However, just as he was shouting and preparing to make the final move, the scene he saw shocked him so much that he could hardly control himself.

In the distant sky, a mass of figures rolled over like a dark cloud.

The last moment, they were still at the end of the distant sky, but the next moment, with a loud roar like a tsunami, they had already arrived above the market.

All the people in the market and the camp came out of their tents or wooden houses, with their hands on the pergola and silently looking at these uninvited guys. But when they saw the appearance and clothes of the visitors, their faces suddenly changed and they became nervous.

The Vic family!

These are all high-level vampire wizards of the Vic family!

There are many veteran adventurers in the camp who have traveled all over the country. They quickly recognized the origins of this group of people at a glance.

To be honest, there are only a few vampire families wearing aristocratic clothes and with wide bat wings on their backs. It is difficult not to recognize them.

What's more, the leading vampire had a narrow face, a strong nose, thin lips, and a pair of strange silver eyes as bright as morning stars. He was wearing skinny pants, a red jacket, a black high-collared jacket, and a black silk cape with a red edge fluttering in the wind behind him, which was impressive.

The patriarch of the Wick family, the third-level vampire wizard Henes Wick.

Someone quickly recognized this famous and powerful third-level vampire, exclaimed and quickly covered his mouth, and then quietly slipped out of the camp.

There were a total of thirteen vampires, one of whom was a third-level vampire, Henes Wick, the current patriarch of the Wick family. The two second-level vampires were Lester, who had just been promoted, and another old vampire Tore. As for the rest, they were also core members of the Wick family, and they also had the identity of first-level wizards to the outside world.

Accompanying them was a second-level wizard with a cold face in a black robe, who looked like the wizard Fugen of the Salupo family.

Such a group of ferocious vampires came to the Fire Throne with great momentum, and they didn't look like guests at all. Therefore, the clever ghosts in the camp and the market began to retreat to the periphery without saying a word, exposing the small auction platform and the host that were surrounded just now.

"Are you from the witch tower below?" Heines squinted his eyes with a cold face, staring at the wizard apprentice with strange silver pupils.

"This... this sir... hello... my name is... Hua..."

A strange red light flashed with a piercing sound.

Standing high in the air, Heines grabbed with his right hand, and five deep claw marks appeared on the wizard apprentice's face in an instant.

"I'm not interested in knowing your name, I just want to ask if you are from the witch tower below? If you hear another word of nonsense, I will pinch you to death..." A trace of ferocity appeared on Heines's thin face.

The wizard apprentice covered his face and screamed miserably, but after hearing the threat from the other party, he suppressed himself, nodded with a trembling body, and said loudly: "Yes... I am..."

Haines showed a satisfied sneer on his face.

"Now I give you 5 minutes to inform that Grimm, tell him that our Wick family is here to find him, and ask him to quickly hand over the bitch to me, and then come out to kowtow and admit his mistake. Otherwise... I will bloodbath his witch tower today!"

Hearing the high-pitched and piercing roar of the third-level vampire, the wizard apprentice was frightened and even forgot the severe pain on his face. He opened his eyes in confusion and could hardly believe his ears.

"The wound on your face has been poisoned by my blood. You only have 5 minutes left to live. Run faster, otherwise... hehehe..."

After being reminded by the other party, the wizard apprentice vaguely realized the abnormality of the wound on his face.

5 minutes?

From here through the flame cave to the lava hall, and then enter the flame throne witch tower, how can 5 minutes be enough? But his life was in danger, so the wizard apprentice could not care about these things. He activated the "speed spell" on his little finger ring and poured the antidote into his mouth frantically.

In the blink of an eye, he passed through the market and plunged into the fire cave.

"He can't reach the wizard tower alive!" said the wizard Fugen coldly.

His tone was so calm and indifferent that people didn't realize that he was talking about something related to life.

"Such a small person has no right to bring a message. If he didn't run so fast, he might have lived for 5 minutes. Now, in 2 minutes, he will become a pool of blood..." Henessen laughed coldly.

"It seems that there is movement underground!" Lester, who had been standing respectfully behind Henes with his hands down, could not help but remind him.

Since they arrived, a ball of surging elemental flames began to roll and shake two hundred meters underground. It seems that the witch tower called the Flame Throne sensed their breath and began to extract energy from the elemental pool to increase the protection level of the witch tower.

Seeing that this group of powerful wizards were looking for trouble, the camp that was still secretly watching immediately scattered and fled to the distant mountains and forests.

For these ordinary people who depend on the witch tower, even the vampires are not interested in killing them. Instead, when the auction five-member team was secretly preparing to escape with the spoils, Henes, the patriarch of the Vic family, could not help but let out a light exclamation.

Immediately, the snake eggs held in the arms of the five-member team magically flew into the sky as if they had wings and fell into Henes' hands.

"Eggs of winged flying snakes?"

Hennes sniffed a few times, broke the eggshell, and sucked the egg white into his stomach.

"The energy is not strong, but it tastes fresh... Here, take this magic crystal and go, I'll take these snake eggs..."

The next second, a shiny magic crystal rolled down from the sky and landed in front of the five-member adventure team.

Five eggs laid by 1st-level winged flying snakes are only worth one magic crystal?

The big and strong man in the team blushed and wanted to argue a few words, but was dragged by his teammates whose faces suddenly changed. He picked up the magic crystal and slipped away without looking back.

Almost instantly, this temporary camp and market that could usually accommodate four or five hundred people became a deserted place.

Thirteen vampires flapped their bat wings and landed gently on the ground, while Hanes landed directly on a scarlet carpet spread out by the tribe. The next second, a black high-back chair appeared behind him, and Heines sat down calmly and elegantly.

When he just spread his right hand, a glass of scarlet wine was handed to him.

Heines crossed his legs elegantly, holding the tall glass to his nose, gently sniffing the fragrance of the scarlet wine as it vibrated, squinting his silver eyes, and quietly waiting for the enemy to appear.

Just a 2nd-level fire wizard, there is no way he can be his opponent.

The speed of a 3rd-level vampire flying at full speed is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and it takes less than 3 seconds to kill the 2nd-level fire wizard. Heines even doubted whether he could see his movements clearly before he died after stabbing the fire wizard to death with one claw.

Maybe this would make the other party die too quickly and without pain!

Well...then use the slowest movement to pinch him to death bit by bit, so that he can fully taste how death comes to him...

As the vampires waited patiently, a flame gate slowly opened in an open space in front of the flame cave.

Two wizards of completely different heights and weights walked out of it.

"Grimm!"

Behind Heines, the newly promoted Lester recognized Grimm at a glance and couldn't help but read out his name hatefully. However, without the order of the patriarch, he did not dare to act on his own, so he could only stare at the other party with blood-red eyes.

The visitors were naturally the two leaders of the Flame Throne Wizard Tower, Grimm and Gargamel.

When the flame gate slowly dissipated, Gargamel raised his skinny and shriveled old face and carefully looked at the team in front of him. Although he had known the origin and purpose of the enemy in advance in the Flame Throne, Gargamel's heart was still trembling when he faced such a powerful team without any obstacles.

If the Flame Throne had not given him a layer of mental protection from afar, Gargamel would have been unable to suppress his fear and his teeth would have trembled and his legs would have gone weak.

Compared to Gargamel, the Level 2 Grimm is much stronger.

Relying on the protection of the Flame Throne's Witch Tower, Grimm exudes a faint fiery red fluorescence. Within ten miles around the Flame Throne, any enemy who wants to deal with him must first break this layer of flame barrier.

And this is the exclusive benefit of Grimm as the master of the Witch Tower!

Facing this group of uninvited powerful vampires, Grimm showed no fear on his face, but raised his face to greet the old acquaintance in the sky.

"Long time no see, Wizard Fugen! Since you are in my Witch Tower, why don't you go in and sit down?"chapter;