book of old days

Chapter 70 Bergwood's Rage
Bagwood stretched out his hand and took out the bottle of blue liquid from his arms with difficulty.

However, before he could unscrew the cover, his hand was held down by a hunter, and he was forced to bend behind him and put on shackles. The pain in his arm made Bagwood cry out, and he was pinned to the ground and could not move at all. Another wizard hunter picked up the bottle of liquid and gave it to their leader, a one-eyed wizard hunter wearing a black eye patch.

"Hehe, look what I picked up, a bottle of magic potion, what is it, poison? Or some kind of magic potion? Does it make you invisible, or is it invulnerable?"

The one-eyed hunter's tone was full of sarcasm, and Bagwood suppressed his anger, and laughed, "No, that's not poison, it's divine water, as long as you drink it, you can gain infinite power, as long as you let me go, I can help you." You made this magic water, if you don’t believe me, you can take a sip.” Bergwood spoke quickly and anxiously, like a third-rate stage actor who can’t even memorize his lines.

This clumsy performance made the one-eyed hunter sneer, "Do you think I'm a fool? Since it's divine water, why don't you drink it yourself?"

The man said and passed the bottle towards Bagwood's mouth. Sean felt the fear in Bagwood's heart, as well as a hint of joy. It seemed that the thing was dangerous, but he needed it urgently. Tsukuru opened his mouth helplessly.

However, the hand of the one-eyed hunter stopped, and the bottle was suspended in the air, close at hand but far away in the sky.

"Hehe, I'm not that boring. You've already fallen into my hands. No matter what this thing is, it doesn't matter. It won't be a good thing after all."

As he spoke, he poured the liquid in the bottle to the ground.

"No!" Bagwood let out a heart-piercing roar, trying to rush forward, but was pulled back by the people behind him.

"It's useless, you're wearing magic-forbidden handcuffs, you can't use the magic power in your body." The one-eyed hunter said, looking at the liquid on the ground with great interest, the liquid fell on the ground and immediately turned blue The smoke gradually spread and fluttered with the night wind, spinning and dissipating in the air.

Bagwood struggled hard, as if he wanted to get closer to inhale some smoke.

But the hunter dragged him back, like dragging a dead dog, away from the smoke.

The blue smoke finally dissipated completely, leaving no trace.

Bergwood lay on the ground, watching his efforts go to waste, his heart felt ashamed, despair gave birth to anger, he looked at the one-eyed hunter with hatred, as if he wanted to use this anger to burn the hunter in front of him to death.

But the one-eyed hunter came over, "Why, are you angry? Hahaha, I've seen people like you a lot. Without magic power, you can't jump like a pheasant without wings. Hehe, don't worry, it's very easy. Soon you won't have to worry about these things."

Bagwood didn't speak, and Sean could feel something brewing in him, the anger in his heart was burning fiercely, and he seemed to want to use this anger to stimulate some potential energy.

Sean's heart skipped a beat, feeling that subtle feeling.

"Now tell me where Mosegarde is, and I'll give you a treat." The hunter pulled out a dagger and pressed him against Bergwood's neck.

Bagwood still didn't speak, his face flushed, and his body began to radiate heat.

"Don't waste your energy, I said, you can't use magic power."

Bagwood showed a sinister smile, as if talking to himself, and seemed to be responding to the one-eyed hunter again, "Not all magic requires magic power."

What he said, a flame suddenly ignited on his body.

Mind magic - the fire of anger!
Flames gushed out from his hands, and the two hunters who grabbed him screamed and let go. They tried desperately to shake off the flames on their bodies, but they couldn't extinguish them no matter what.

The one-eyed hunter looked serious, and just about to stab him with a knife, Bergwood opened his mouth wide. Flames shot out from his mouth and eyes, spraying the one-eyed hunter in the face, turning him into a screaming fireman.

A hunter held back the burning force and shot an arrow at him, piercing Bergwood's back. Bergwood turned around and shot at the hunter as well.

Sean stared dumbfounded at what happened in front of him. The hunters screamed and were burned to ashes in the flames. Before Sean could breathe a sigh of relief, a violent burning sensation suddenly came from all parts of his body.

As soon as he lowered his head, he found that the flames had spread to Bagwood's body, and even flames gushed from the wound.

Wocao, what kind of cheating skill is this?The caster himself will be burned?

The flames burned Bergwood's skin torn apart, excruciating pain, but the pain further fueled the rage in his heart, why did this happen!Why!I am about to succeed, all my previous efforts have been wasted, all my efforts have been wasted, and even myself will die, I refuse to accept it!
The angrier Bergwood was, the more violent the fire would be. Sean, as the reader of the memory, had to endure the whole process. awful.

He didn't know whether it was because of the severe pain, being too annoyed by this stupid way of reading memory, or because he was infected by Bagwood, and he himself fell into a rage.

His eyes were blazing red, endless anger had covered his eyes, his burnt consciousness gradually became blurred, and his eyes were finally plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, he vaguely saw a picture, he saw Bagwood sitting by the fire, listening to an old man with a white beard talking about something.

That should be the playback of Bagwood before his death, and now it is presented in front of his eyes like an easter egg in a movie.

"The fire of anger is a kind of spiritual magic. The magic of this system is the most primitive ancient magic. It doesn't need magic power to cast it. Its power comes from the power of thoughts deep in the heart. My dear Bergwood, Your natural magical power is not active enough, and you may not be able to learn real magic in the future, so I will teach you this ancient magic, so that you can at least call yourself a magician and have a certain ability to protect yourself.

However, it should be noted that although mind magic is powerful, it has a fatal flaw. Its power comes from the mind, and it is therefore affected by the emotions in the heart. Anger can give birth to flames, but anger can also make people lose their minds. When under control, it can not only burn the enemy, but also hurt yourself sometimes. "Whoever plays with fire must burn himself", you must pay more attention to this. "

"Good grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely become a great magician." The young Bergwood said seriously, with blood and sincerity shining in his eyes.

The picture freezes at this moment, then gradually fades out, the fire light also becomes dim, and finally completely annihilated in the darkness.

Sean slowly opened his eyes, as if waking up from a nightmare. He was lying on the snow at this time, and there was a cold and damp feeling from under his body. The moonlight had disappeared, and the dark clouds covered the sky again. Maybe it will snow again soon.

The cold wind blowing on his face made him recover quickly.

He stood up from the ground, heaving a long sigh of relief, the pain on his skin burned by the fire of anger seemed to still linger, but he knew that it was just a residual phantom pain, which would soon disappear.

(End of this chapter)