Eternals of the Wizarding World

at this time.

The tower of the distant bloodline.

In a room, on a bed, Alice lay quietly on it with a pale face, while around him were warlocks one after another.

There were about twenty of these warlocks, and each of them had an ugly face.

"Everyone, let's talk about how to do this. Master Alice fell into a coma, and Kliman gave an ultimatum. How should we deal with it?" A warlock looked at Alice on the bed and asked worriedly.

"I think it's better to leave this matter to Lord Herman. It's just that the Lord hasn't shown up for hundreds of years, and he's not dead." An old warlock said.

These high-level people are basically the existence of the third ring, so they naturally know about Heman, so they dare to reject Kliman so resolutely.

Their blood towers also have true spirits, but they just don't care about things.

"Victor is right, I'd better leave it to the lord. I heard that lord Nicholas has gone to see the lord." A warlock nodded and said, and the others also echoed.

"No, I'm already here."

Suddenly, a voice came, and everyone looked back, and the door of the room opened slowly.

A man came out, and everyone stared at him blankly.

"Master Herman." Naturally, they would not fail to recognize Herman, even if they hadn't seen it, at least they had seen the statue.

They all bowed their heads.

Eli walked in, but then another person walked in, and everyone was upset when they saw it.

"Kliman!!" The warlocks' complexions changed drastically, and their faces were tense, looking at their latest serious trouble.

"You don't need to worry, I have already surrendered to Lord Herman." At this time, he had changed his clothes, but there were still some wounds on his face.

It was only at this time that the three rings noticed that Kliman looked a little embarrassed, as if he had just been beaten, and one arm was missing.

"Yes, Kliman will be a member of the Bloodline Tower from now on, you can relax a bit."

hiss!

Everyone gasped and looked shocked.

Didn't it mean that Master Nicholas just went to notify? That's it!

Are the negotiations between the true spirits so hasty? But everyone looked at the wound on Kliman's face and realized that this true spirit might have been subdued.

Eli also came next to Alice.

Looking at the person on the bed, Yili's eyes flickered with silver light, and he found that Alice was not seriously injured, it seemed that the power of the blood was blocked by a trace of the source of the blood, and the source was Kliman beside him.

At this time, Kliman also stepped forward wisely, and said with an embarrassed expression: "My lord, I will come."

He stretched out his hand, and then saw a smear of blood emerge from Alice's skin on the bed, and in the blink of an eye, a smear of blood was stripped out.

And Alice also trembled slightly, slowly waking up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Eli.

"grown ups."

"The others go out first, and Kliman stays." Eli said to the others.

Everyone left, leaving only three people in the room.

Eli first explained Kleeman's current situation to Alice, and then gave some instructions.

"If you encounter a strong enemy in the future, just leave it to Kliman." Eli said to Alice.

After all, the Bloodline Tower will always encounter some problems in the future, so we can't always rely on him.

"I understand, Master." Alice said to Eli while lying on the hospital bed.

"I can help, as long as it's not too much." Kliman also said, no matter how he is, he is also a true spirit.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, and I'll go first." Eli said to the two of them.

The matter was settled, and it was time for him to leave.

Before leaving, Alice assured him:

"Master, don't worry, as long as I'm still alive, I will take good care of the Bloodline Tower."

"OK!"

Eli smiled and left.

Two hundred and fifty years later.

Eli stood in front of Alice's tombstone with a complicated expression.

Behind him, dozens of people wore black warlock robes, and Kliman stood at the front.

"My lord, I'm sorry." At this moment, a warlock came over and comforted me.

"Yeah." Eli nodded and glanced at him.

Hein, currently the third ring, is temporarily in charge of managing the Tower of Bloodlines. After all, Kliman is a true spirit, so it is impossible for him to take up the position of tower owner. He also needs to practice.

"Forget it, Hein will leave it to you." Eli looked at him and said.

Over the years, with Kleeman in charge, although the territory of the Tower of Bloodlines has not expanded much, the excavation and development of resources has been much stronger. The number is still the development of the bottom layer, and Kliman seems to have accepted his fate, and has given a lot of good things.

For example, the new bloodline training method, it was also from his mouth that Eli knew that the Central Continent had begun to abandon the idea of ​​meditation, and the research was more suitable for warlocks.

The traces of the wizard's existence are being gradually eliminated.

Eli also took a look at the cultivation method. It is indeed faster to cultivate the blood. It is almost not as good as Eli's intermediate meditation method, but this is the most basic version. However, this also has a disadvantage, that is, it has almost no spiritual power. up.

This has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that warlocks will practice faster in the future, but the disadvantage is that they hardly have the opportunity to use only witchcraft, and blood will be the only weapon they can use.

"From then on, warlocks and wizards have nothing to do with each other." Eli shook his head, feeling a little sad.

But this is a good thing for him, at least his advantage is stronger.

And what does this matter have to do with him, a true spirit on the west coast? Worrying about this is better than worrying about those races from the deep sea!

Talking about it troubled him.

As time goes by, the troubles in the deep sea seem to be getting bigger and bigger, and more and more races are running towards the sea. Although the west coast is not large, new races will come every few years.

The most troublesome thing is that these races basically don't listen to persuasion. Anyway, they are predators, and they don't take the Bloodline Tower seriously at all. Eli can only kill them if they have no choice.

Thanks to this, Eli's curse has reached 50% at this time.

In addition, after 250 years of promotion, he has reached the final stage of Morning Star Wizard Nebula, with a total of 60 units of true spirit accumulation, plus his strength is far beyond ordinary warlocks, plus Curse, even if it is a Huiyue level, he is not so cowardly, even if he can't beat and run, it's okay.

"When will there be a deep-sea race that is strong enough, doesn't like fighting, and accepts my conditions?"

Eli sighed.

At this time, the funeral was over, and Eli left after offering a flower.

For him, he is still in the stage of struggling, and the immortal must not be afraid of loneliness, and it will not be too late to go to the Central Continent when he is strong enough.

He felt that that day was coming soon, and Eli hadn't forgotten what was conceived in the beam of light in his body, so we had to wait until we figured it out.

"Deep sea race, deep sea race."

I am not worried about this Eli, because he has predicted that a suitable race will come within a hundred years.