The Primordial Wizard

Werther has lost his voice, his throat seems to be broken, and only thoughts are lingering in his mind. He crawled over on his hands and feet, hugged Mr. Turtledove's head, and a line of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

At this moment, Mr. Turtledove's head and headless body began to deform, turning into the head and body of a strange woman.

She was a very bookish young woman with a petite figure, and her last expression seemed to be a little surprised and a little relieved.

Werther looked at Mr. Turtledove's head in shock. The face of the strange young woman was deeply imprinted in his heart. He corroded the corpse into pus, and mechanically burrowed into the sewer with the head.

Since the death of his parents five years ago, Werther has been alone. It was not until he met Misha and Mr. Turtledove that his life regained its color, but his color was gone.

The entire city of Milne was in chaos, Werther fled through the sewers numbly, he walked through the cobweb-like sewers unaware, not paying any attention to the mud all over his body.

The sound of breaking through the air came.

Werther held his head in embarrassment to avoid a few crackling sounds, but was still hit on his left thigh.

He opened his senses, but he didn't see the enemy or the weapon. His right leg seemed to be caught by something invisible, dragging him quickly to the south.

Werther struggled on his numb expression, he couldn't die, Misha and Mr. Turtledove both wanted him to live, he couldn't die!

The negative energy condensed into a sharp blade, and with withered power, it slashed directly towards the direction that grabbed him.

Werther corrected the 0-ring spell model based on actual combat, withering blade, sharp physical damage, strong corrosion effect and can weaken the opponent's vitality and cause the opponent's overall weakness.

With a scream, the invisible life pulling Werther seemed to be severely injured, and a dark tentacle appeared.

"Oh, the pain lingering in your body is like a blazing sun, burning my heart. I am fascinated by you. Could it be that you also believe in pain?"

Hoods, pain masks, distorted figures, one, two, three... a total of thirteen people.

Hearing their words in unison, Werther squinted his eyes and held his head tightly in his arms.

Negative energy was gathering around him, withered sharp blades appeared one after another, and a colorless and odorless cloud of disease and plague slowly permeated under the cover of negative energy.

"The taste of death? Oh, you heretic, enjoy the favor of pain!"

The thirteen painful believers spoke in unison, and voices like a chorus came from all directions.

The invisible touch of pain followed. Werther could not observe and perceive this strange emotional touch, and he was inevitably injured. In order to protect himself, he turned negative energy into a ring and manipulated six withered sharp blades to rotate around his body .

The withered sharp blade is not fired, it rotates according to the trajectory of the negative energy circle to protect itself, and quickly cuts all the painful touches that come.

"You bloody heretic, feel the wrath of pain in such a rogue way.

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Following the sounds from all directions, the invisible touch of pain turned into a tangible flame of pain. The pain masks of the thirteen pain believers had ferocious and desperate expressions, and the flames were burning blazingly.

Werther activated the legs of the secondary spell ejection, fled and dodged in embarrassment with his head in his arms, and inevitably entered his own poisonous cloud and was attacked by toxins.

Thirteen disciples of pain surrounded Werther in a circle, scorching him with flames of pain. Every time he was hit by the flames, Werther would inevitably let out a muffled groan.

The toxin gradually accumulated on the Painful Believers, and Werther detonated the balance of the toxin. Seven Painful Believers died on the spot, and the remaining eight also lost their combat effectiveness, and Werther used the withered blade to make up one by one.

However, the damage and toxins from the painful flames had already invaded Werther's body, and his perseverance supported him to continue his escape. He escaped from the sewer outlet of Milne City in embarrassment, and fled towards Mira Port.

A month later, Port Mira.

The rain in April is the most lingering. Werther has been lingering in Port Mira for two weeks. His body is in tatters, his handsome face has also turned gray, and the flame of pain is like a tarsal maggot, which cannot be removed, burning his soul all the time.

Because of the attack in Milne City, the punishers attacked everywhere, and the wizard apprentices under the local magic council were silent. They all accepted the unified order and acted in the name of the Fire Stealers Alliance and Devil Believers to cover themselves up to the maximum.

Since the order is bound by a magic contract, and the self-protection ideas of the wizard apprentices, the maximum degree of implementation has been maintained.

The consequence of this is that Werther can't find the local wizard apprentice organization, and he can't know the exact location of the magic ship.

"It is said that the tower is in an archipelago. If I can't find the magic ship, I will cross the sea to find it myself."

In the continuous rain, there was a coastal reef cave near Mira Port. Werther held the freshly preserved head of Ms. Turtledove, staring at the head and said word by word.

"I will definitely take you to see the future of magic together," he clutched the conch by his neck. This ordinary conch has become a strange object, and Misha's longing seems to be pinned on it.

"And my Misha, I can't help but want to live, I want to take revenge, and I want to pay back tenfold what they have done to us!"

With a violent cough, Werther's face became even more gray. He tried his best to calm down, immersed in the soul space, and the negative energy slowly permeated the entire soul.

This is the only way Werther has found so far that can resist the attack of the painful flame, neutralizing the painful flame with negative energy.

His body was getting weaker and weaker, barely resisting the flames of pain, he was already unable to perceive everything around him.

With a plop, Werther fell to the ground. His expression was in a trance. He vaguely saw light and dark changes. It seemed that a group of crows were chirping. Countless strange crows gathered and gradually formed a two-dimensional black figure.

"What a strange person..."

Werther was unconscious.

The pitch-black figure gradually became three-dimensional, and it was Ace.

In the real fantasy dream world in his soul space, more than 400 shadow crows are gradually returning to his dream world.

This is Ace's latest discovery. Dream life and shadow creatures have something in common. Maybe they all exist in one dimension, and shadow creatures can enter the real dream world.

More than four hundred shadow crows covered the sun all day long, and the dream life in the Realm Dream Realm was terrified. They looked at these huge crows, and their fear spread.

Ace ignored the life in the dream world, and carefully studied the crows in the real world, trying to infuse them with the attributes of the dream, turning the crows into magical creatures with dual attributes of shadow and dream.

If he succeeds, his true fantasy dreamland will have a new derivative spell.

The reason why Ace appeared here was because he felt the violent fluctuation of magic power. Before the arrival of the magic ship, Ace planned to clean up all unstable factors, and found Werther by coincidence.

"Broken body and about to collapse soul, senior wizard apprentice who is not on the register, who are you?"

the original wizard

the original wizard