Eternals of the Wizarding World

at this time.

In a distant wizard's tower, Kliman is working hard to circulate his blood, making it run continuously in his body, and the source of blood in his body is also improving little by little.

"This new blood circulation method is more suitable for us than the meditation method." He lamented that what he is now using is the cultivation method handed down from the latest Central Continent. The replacement method of the meditation method is more suitable for warlocks.

"This is the beginning of a new era, and this is the era of warlocks."

He stood up slowly and walked towards the outside of the wizard tower.

The place where he is located is a city. Not long ago, it belonged to the Tower of Blood, and now it is his territory.

"It's really a pity that a force that doesn't even have a true spirit occupies such a large area."

As he walked all the way, people on the road looked at him with admiration. These were basically people who followed him these days, after all, he was a true spirit.

At this time, a person not far away suddenly came to him: "My lord, the reply from the Bloodline Tower has arrived, and they rejected your request."

"Hmm." Kliman nodded, raised his head and said leisurely, "I expected the refusal, but it's a pity that they still don't understand what a true spirit is."

He stretched, and a cruel smile appeared in his eyes.

His eyes looked forward, and he saw a huge statue with a height of seven or eight meters on the largest square in the center of the city.

The statue is made of stone, but it's obvious that the maker's benefits are superb, and it seems that this person is very energetic, and this person is wearing a warlock robe, a hood on his head, and a threaded staff in his right hand, looking at it confidently forward.

At this time, there are still many flowers in front of the statue, which shows that the popularity of this statue is not low.

He suddenly became interested, turned his head and asked the subordinates beside him, "Haman, who is this statue?"

statue!

The warlock blinked, thought for a few seconds and said, "My lord, about this statue, if I remember correctly, it is almost 300 years old, and I have only been on the west coast for a few decades, how do I know this, but I heard This seems to be a very important person in the Bloodline Tower."

"The name is" the warlock thought, but couldn't think of it, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more.

Suddenly, at this time, a voice came from the side.

"Herman".

"That's right." Warlock suddenly realized, nodded his head hurriedly, and at the same time looked aside, it was a strange young man.

Black hair and black eyes, wearing a gray warlock robe, holding a metal threaded staff in his hand, he has never seen this man before, but there is a strange sense of familiarity, as if he knew him somewhere.

Suddenly, his body froze, and his whole body was icy cold, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured down.

He finally remembered where he had seen it before.

His body was stiff, his head stuck and he looked towards the statue not far away, and then looked back at this person, it was exactly the same.

He was roaring in his heart, feeling a little uneasy, but then his heart settled down. Beside him was Mr. Climan, the true spirit from the Central Continent.

He turned his head and looked towards Lord Kerryman. At this time, Lord Kerryman was staring at the person who came, his face was full of solemnity, and there was faint cold sweat on his forehead.

"Is it that you want the Tower of Blood?" Eli looked at this man with a smile on his face.

Kleeman looked at Eli, his eyes full of caution.

He couldn't see through the person who appeared suddenly, which meant that the person in front of him was at least a magician at the MSI level, or a higher level.

Therefore, he was a little uncertain.

He didn't know that there were such characters in the Bloodline Tower.

"You seem a little nervous, but I think we need to talk. After all, the Bloodline Tower is my private property. It's not polite for you, especially if you hurt me." Eli's face was still relaxed Smile, but the tone is unquestionable.

"Okay!" Kleeman nodded with difficulty.

He understood that this time he was impulsive.

So, the little brother named Haman just watched the two of them fly towards the sky, and then towards the distant mountains.

He immediately ran to the sky and looked in the direction the two left.

Then his mouth gradually opened wide, and the black pupils were shining brightly, and terrifying sound waves came from this side. He watched helplessly as the mountain closest to them turned into flat ground after a flash of light. , He also heard a roar of a bear. If he remembered correctly, Kliman's bloodline was a four-ringed earth demon bear.

But the sound lasted only a few seconds before he heard a shrill scream, and then the sound disappeared without a trace.

Nothing happened after that.

Although it was very fast, neither the movement nor the sound was small. The warlocks of the third ring rose into the sky one after another, and even the city walls were full of their warlocks.

Their eyes were full of curiosity, but their eyes widened when they looked at the razed mountain peaks.

A magician came to Haman and asked him, "Haman, what happened?"

Haman glanced at him and said, "Did you see that statue on the ground? Benzong is here."

When it comes to statues, it is naturally the one in the center of the city.

Warlocks are also stupid.

Is the man of this statue still alive?

"Then what happened?" Warlock still asked doubtfully.

"Master Kerryman is fighting that man, and it looks like the battle should be over now." Haman said absent-mindedly, his eyes fixed on the distance.

Hearing the scream just now, he felt a little uneasy.

Soon, two figures appeared in the sky in the distance, his eyes lit up, and it was over.

The others also saw it and opened their eyes wide.

But when they saw clearly, everyone seemed to be choking.

There were two figures in total, one was flying in the sky, and the other was held in the hand. Looking carefully, it was not Kliman. He looked extremely miserable at this time. Not only was most of his clothes torn, but his left arm was gone. Even fell into a coma.

Watching this scene, Haman fell into the abyss directly.

Your lord was beaten like this, doesn't it mean that this Heman is far superior to your lord.

Except for him, everyone else was stunned watching this scene.

"No way, who the hell is this? My lord was beaten up like this?"

"It's the people from the Bloodline Tower. They are so powerful. I said how could they occupy such a large area."

"Ruined."

And as Eli approached, everyone completely confirmed that the comatose person was Master Climan, a true spirit-level warlock, everyone felt cold. They understood that if Climan failed, then they would definitely have no good results. eat.

I thought the Bloodline Tower was a sheep, but it was clearly a tiger.

On the other side, Eli led Kliman into the city, and everyone dodged away.

"Prepare me a place, I want to talk to Kliman." Eli came all the way to Haman, said.

"Yes." Haman didn't dare to answer, he said immediately, looking at the adult who was dragged on the ground at this time, he couldn't help closing his eyes.

talk? I'm afraid it's a one-sided talk.

Soon, everyone watched as Eli led Kliman into a wizard tower.

An hour later, the door opened, and Eli walked out, followed by Kliman.

At this moment, Kliman lowered his head and said nothing.

"You can arrange it, we have to go to the Tower of Bloodline next." Eli said to him.

Kliman raised his head. At this time, both sides of the street were full of people who had taken refuge in him before, looking at the side of the wizard tower.

His eyes were full of unwillingness, but he still looked at the crowd and said loudly: "Everyone, from today onwards, I will join the Tower of Blood. I will not interfere if you go. Of course, you can join the Tower of Blood. Everyone's thoughts."

As soon as these words fell, the entire street was instantly quiet. Hundreds of people stared blankly at Kliman, as if they did not expect such a thing to happen.

A few hours ago, they were ambitious and aimed to conquer the Bloodline Tower. A few hours later, their leader joined the Bloodline Tower.

While not necessarily voluntary, it was also too soon.

For a moment, everyone was speechless and just stared blankly at the two of them.

"It seems that your prestige is not bad." Eli turned to Kliman.

"My lord, stop joking." Kliman smiled awkwardly.

He didn't expect that Eli was so strong that he was no match at all.

So when the Wizard Tower, Eli asked him whether he would serve him for a thousand years or die, he gave the answer readily.

He wants to live.

"Then let's go, Alice was knocked unconscious by you, you have to apologize, and meet your future boss by the way." Eli smiled, and then flew into the sky.

"Yes." Kleeman followed.

Then, in the sight of everyone, the two flew in the direction of the Bloodline Tower.

Leave everyone looking at each other in blank dismay.