Wizards Under Cthulhu

　　The farmer’s residence is also very simple, no different from the average farmer in the country.

　　 is just a little more exotic style.

　　, just like the Howling House, is completely different from the style of Kefellen where Norman is located.

　　 There are not a few apprentices in the room.

　　 Norman and Flake mixed in, without attracting any attention.

　　 Everything here is just like the blue sky.

　　 The surrounding atmosphere became more and more silent.

　　 The silence of hundreds of third-level wizard apprentices caused the entire farm to fall into a weird silence.

　　 The servants and agricultural workers became careful when they spoke under the strong pressure of a group of third-level apprentices.

　　 Under the influence of witchcraft tricks, there is no idea to stop it.

　　 The light slowly dimmed, and a crowd of people returned to the wizard camp.

　　As the crowd increased, the camp became lively again.

　　 Basically, all apprentices of witchcraft have their own organization.

　　 There are only a few, lone travelers like Norman.

　　 The huts in the camp are all occupied, and Norman doesn't care.

　　 Tonight, he had no plans to sleep.

　　 As the night fell, the surrounding atmosphere changed strangely.

　　 The forest that was full of insects, song and birds suddenly became quiet as stagnant water.

　　 The vivid green became dark black.

　　The vines that spread the forest are like monster minions.

　　 The red mist was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it soon covered everyone's vision.

Around 　　, only the clearing where they were was clean.

　　 The new apprentice wizard became quiet and solemn immediately.

　　 All eyes looked at a place with dense red fog.

　　 Just now, a black shadow flew past.

　　 Dozens of spiritual power probed the past.

　　 The mental power is like a stone sinking into the sea, and the apprentice who emits mental power cries out.

　　 Their mental power seems to have been bitten by something!

　　 "Ah~" A sad scream came from a distance.

　　Listening to the direction is exactly the direction of Crocker Farm.

　　 After a short silence, various defensive alchemy props lighted up, and more than 30 third-level wizard apprentices walked into the thick red fog at the same time.

　　 Looking at the direction, he was walking in the direction of Crocker Farm.

　　 With the entry of the first batch of apprentices, at least a dozen or so wizard apprentices began to go together.

　　Flake has not spoken.

　　 Since night fell, he has become unusually silent, seemingly under great pressure.

　　 Norman didn't speak either, but the voice in his brain was really not idle.

　　 Kurius was just talking about it. At this time, he had a new topic, and he was talking about his opinions endlessly.

　　 However, most of them are useless nonsense.

　　 Norman didn't seal him. For some reason, he also felt a sense of extreme depression.

　　 This feeling has become more serious since returning to the camp.

　　 With Curius’s nagging, Norman felt a little more relaxed.

　　 As the apprentice walked in, the calm red mist was like boiling water, like a huge monster, with its teeth and claws open.

　　 "Ah~Ah~Ah~" There were screams and screams one after another.

　　Even the third-level wizard apprentices who have experienced various dangers have changed their colors after hearing it.

　　 "Fate is messed up!" Flake, who had not spoken, suddenly said.

　　 Norman looked at Flake, only to feel that something changed in him.

　　Flake seems to be in a certain special realm at this time, his eyes are full of confusion and confusion as he looks at the red mist that is constantly churning.

　　 At the same time, the fat orange in his arms widened, his pupils erected like two thin needles.

　　 opened his mouth, showing his mouth full of fangs.

　　 For a while, everyone's heart shuddered instinctively.

　　 Norman alone, holding the cat, calmly watching the red mist that is constantly churning.

　　 This night, no one knows what happened inside.

　　 Only the screams are endless.

　　 Norman is different from others who are immersed in fear.

　　 With this level of fear, he can still control himself.

　　 Before the day and night, Norman's mental power spread silently around the thick red fog.

　　 Norman's mental power was torn wildly.

　　 Mental power was attacked, causing Norman's brain to seem to be pierced by countless steel needles.

　　 However, compared to seeing a faceless man with tentacles, Norman can still bear this level of fear and pain.

　　 calculated the passage of time in his heart, letting himself clenched his teeth to persevere.

　　'S face became paler.

　　Flake beside him still stood there, staring forward blankly.

　　 When the sky turned bright, the thick red fog began to fade slowly, and finally disappeared completely.

　　 The blue sky seemed to have been baptized, which made people feel refreshed and calmed the panic of the night.

　　 Everyone woke up like a dream, as if they had a nightmare.

　　 Looking at everything in front of me, there was a lot of discussion for a while.

　　 There was a panic on their faces.

　　 Pain! Norman remembered what Fleck had said, it was a painful journey.

　　 Turning his head to look, Flake has returned to normal.

　　 "The destiny here is constantly changing, destruction and immortality are working at the same time." Fleck said something that was incomprehensible again.

　　 "Speaking of people!" Norman couldn't bear it.

　　 "This is the hint given by fate. I can't explain it." Flake pointed to the place where Crocker's farm was. "The guidance of fate is the end of death. Only there is the hope of eternal life!"

　　Flake did not hide his words, and the people next to him looked at him.

　　 eyes fell on the logo on Fleck's badge, stopped talking, and listened carefully.

　　 It's just that Flake has finished what he said.

　　 In fact, he was drifting in the blood-red river this night, and his ears were constantly wailing of despair.

　　 finally got a little information.

　　 Norman believes what you Flake said, but the others do not.

　　 Two elemental third-level wizard apprentices approached Flake, and the third-level wizard coerced over ~www.readwn.com~ After this night, Flake's spirit was originally ineffective, and at this time, the world was spinning.

　　 Suddenly, a force held it from behind.

　　 A breath enveloped it, offsetting the pressure of the third-level mental power.

　　 "Norman Martin?" One of the third-level apprentices narrowed his eyes, ready to go.

　　 "He is my companion!" Norman was also surrounded by powerful pressure, completely resisting the mental power of the two.

　　 For a while, the atmosphere became a little tense.

　　 A sound of footsteps came from the forest, breaking the tension.

　　 More than fifty people walked out of the forest covered in blood. Several of them were supported, and there were no more people who lacked arms or legs.

　　 The smell of blood permeated.

　　 Everyone's attention was diverted.

　　 In just ten minutes, more than 80 people came back one after another.

　　 One-third of the apprentices were lost this night!

　　People who have met have greeted me and asked about the situation.

　　 Like all the previous information, everyone who came back forgot what happened last night.

　　The only thing I remember is the incident when they walked into the red mist.

　　 The two elemental apprentices drew a distance from Norman, and walked towards the acquaintance who had come back from the forest.

　　 Norman's expression did not change, and he looked at Flake with a slight worry in his eyes.

　　Flake was extremely pale and looked very weak.

　　 He took out a bottle of condensing potion from the storage bag and swallowed it in one mouthful.

　　 The cold breath spread in his body, Flake clearly sensed that his mental power quickly recovered.

　　 Norman waited patiently for half an hour before Flake returned to normal.

　　 "I lost a bottle of condensing potion before it started!" Flake sighed with pain on his face.