The Wizarding Age

After cleaning the blood stains on her face, the girl in red turned around, and her delicate and charming face appeared in front of the two wizard apprentices again. Fenrir, who could not bear such a strong visual impact, finally fainted gorgeously.

"Mary" had completely concealed her ferocious and terrifying appearance just now, and she once again became the tall and pretty beautiful girl. However, her scarlet eyes and a pair of sharp fangs protruding from her lips revealed her identity.

Although half of her body was bathed in blood, she still had a white and charming face. Such a strong visual contrast made even Grimm, who was peeking through the crack of the door, feel terrified.

A newly born vampire is not afraid of any physical damage at all. As long as their attacks can cause blood loss to the enemy, they can get endless vitality from fresh blood. This immortal species, which only exists in the ancient books of the wizard continent, is almost extinct due to the large-scale hunting by wizards. Even if there are some who survived, they fled to the wild jungle or lived in seclusion in human society and dared not show up easily.

Therefore, Grimm was also greatly shocked that Mary could suddenly become a vampire. But in addition to being shocked, he couldn't help but feel a chill from the bottom of his heart at the strange methods of the wizards.

What kind of witchcraft experiment did this Mary go through to turn from an ordinary human girl into this bloodthirsty and murderous ancient species? Could it be that the strange noises he heard at night in the past were Mary's "mutation"?

Just as the red-dressed girl Mary approached Allen, who was trembling constantly, the torches on both sides of the originally slightly dim stone wall corridor suddenly lit up, and a strange figure stepped out from the shadow of the wall and shouted softly.

"Stop, my child. Today's killing is enough for you to complete the last step of evolution! From now on, you must try to restrain your desire for blood and return to the ranks of knowledge explorers." The newcomer had a hunched body, his face was full of wrinkled and loose skin, he wore a pure black wizard robe, and a pointed wizard hat. The top of the tangled wizard staff in his hand was inlaid with a huge green crystal, and dots of glowing fire overflowed from it, scattering pieces of glow in the air. This old man was the only owner of this wizard tower, the great Anderson wizard. As for his wizard level, I'm sorry, Grimm has no way of knowing it. Although he had a premonition that today's events would alarm the owner of the tower, Grimm took away the elemental vision in his eyes in advance. But when Anderson wizard suddenly appeared, the strong magic radiation that filled his body still stung him and made him burst into tears. Grimm closed the wooden door gently and hid quietly in his room, not daring to peek out again. If he peeked into some secrets that Anderson wizard didn't want outsiders to know, his life would be in real danger.

These official wizards are all murderous demons who use living people and animals to conduct various dangerous and evil witchcraft experiments. Even if he was careful, he couldn't escape the mental perception of Anderson wizard. But this action is an attitude, showing that he would never pry into the secrets of wizards. At least before something really happens, he is still safe.

And outside the door, there is only a wall between them, and an embarrassing confrontation is continuing.

At this time, Mary once again turned into that hideous and terrifying appearance, and the scarlet blood pupils flashed with a beast-like light. The nails on her hands began to grow wildly, and eventually turned into claws with cold light on the tips.

Mary, who had transformed into a vampire, had obviously been stimulated by the strong smell of blood and was so ferocious that she crawled on the ground, just like a gecko, moving quickly on the vertical stone wall at a very high speed. And her target was the owner of the tower, Wizard Anderson.

Running quickly along the stone walls on both sides, when approaching the wizard, Mary's strong and powerful hind legs kicked hard, and her slender body pounced on the opponent as fast as lightning. When her body was still in the air, Mary stretched out her claws and viciously dug into the wizard's heart.

Facing a runaway vampire, Wizard Anderson's face was only grinning and happy, but not panicking. The witchcraft staff in his hand just paused, and a vortex of wind that shot out blocked Mary's attack route.

"The transformed body is a transformed body after all. It's a pity that its bloodthirsty nature suppresses its independent intelligence..."

After the transformation, Mary was light in size and belonged to the category of small humanoid creatures, so her attack focused on speed and agility. Unfortunately, these talents that far exceeded ordinary people did not pose any threat in the eyes of a wizard. Therefore, Mary's claws were firmly sucked into the wind vortex as soon as they pierced into it, and it was difficult to get rid of it.

Later, as the suction force of the wind vortex increased, Mary screamed and even her body was rolled in, turning around in it, dizzy.

Under the control of Anderson Wizard, the wind vortex spit out Mary again with a tail swing, and hit the stone wall heavily. Although the impact was not strong, it completely lost its combat effectiveness. Even Grimm heard the crisp sound of bones bursting through the wooden door.

"A blood-sucking newborn that has lost its intelligence, what use do I have for you? Go to hell!"

Wizard Anderson, grinning grimly, raised his withered right hand slightly, and a ball of pale dead flame floated on his palm, and he turned his hand and pressed it against Mary's forehead as she struggled and groaned.

Perhaps sensing the approach of death, the brutal aura of the vampire, who had a super keen intuition about crisis, finally subsided. Mary in red suddenly let out a piercing scream, desperately hiding her body backwards, and her green eyes revealed a deep fear of the dead flame.

Anderson wizard uttered a sigh and stopped his movements. The dead flame, which seemed to have no temperature, burned coldly, but there was no crackling sound that a normal flame should have. The jumping pale flame made Mary's pale face even whiter, as if it was coated with a thick layer of stone powder.

"Hey, the fear of death can make you regain your spiritual wisdom? This is a phenomenon that has never been seen before, and it is worth studying." Anderson wizard muttered to himself for a few words, pinched the dead flame with his right hand, and then flicked his fingers lightly. Dozens of small wind vortices suddenly appeared on Mary in red's neck, limbs and all movable joints, tightly binding her.

He turned his head and took a look at the remains of Anxor.

Due to the brutality of Mary in Red when feeding, all the blood in his body had been sucked dry. Therefore, the remains of Anxor decayed and disintegrated very quickly. The originally smooth and flexible skin had cracked and wrinkled like a dried corpse buried underground for more than ten years.

"The original apprentice leader is dead, so you will take over! Remember to take good care of these apprentices for me." Wizard Anderson frowned slightly, pointed at Alan, who was holding the stone wall and barely didn't fall down, and ordered coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the torches in the stone wall corridor suddenly dimmed. When they returned to normal brightness again, the figures of the wizard and Mary in Red could no longer be seen in the entire corridor.

Having just witnessed a bloody feast, Alan was unexpectedly promoted to the apprentice leader after escaping death. His body kept trembling, his crotch was wet, and his face showed an expression of surprise and surprise.

Then he suddenly thought of something, staggered and fell on the remains of Anxor, frantically rummaging through the items in his waist bag.

Now that he has become the head apprentice, the witchcraft amulet on the other person that represents the identity of the head apprentice belongs to him, and he must get it as soon as possible.

Waist bag, arms, neck, leather boots...

In short, all places where items can be hidden have been searched by him. This terrible corpse that made him feel terrified just now has now become his treasure trove, making him overjoyed.

Finally, he found the witchcraft amulet from the shocking neck gap of the corpse, raised his hands high and laughed loudly, not knowing how crazy his actions seemed to outsiders.

Fenrir, who had fainted on the floor, squirmed his body and stood up by the stone wall.

In his hidden eyes looking at Allen, there was a trace of shocking murderous intent that could not be concealed.

He had actually woken up long ago, but he had been lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious because of the unpredictable situation.

He never expected that a wrong choice would make him miss the honorable position of apprentice leader. At this moment, he wanted to eat Alan's flesh and blood alive.

"Why didn't the vampire bite him to death!" Fenrir roared violently in his heart.

But on the surface, he quickly concealed his inner loss and mania. When he got up from the ground, a flattering smile was put on his face again.

"Senior Alan, get up quickly. The ground here is very dirty. I will help you clean up the remaining garbage!"

Fenrir's insertion also quickly restored Alan's sanity.

Alan quickly got up, tidied his appearance, played with the witchcraft amulet in his hand, and naturally wore a snobbish and noble smile on his face.

"I'll leave this to you! Something happened to the former apprentice leader, and I need to quickly inform everyone of this news. I'll trouble you here! I remember that those swamp crocodiles should be fed..." When he said the last sentence, Alan's words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing a hint of coldness.

"I understand, I'll do it right away!" Fenrir's head couldn't help but bend even lower.

Enjoying the hearty pleasure brought by power for the first time, Alan couldn't help laughing again and walked quickly along the corridor.

Anxor's items had been looted, but there might be some good things in his room. Therefore, he threw the unfinished game here to Fenrir, and he couldn't wait to rush to the end of the corridor.

As the laughter faded away, the noisy corridor finally became quiet again.

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