The Wizarding Age

The warm sunlight sprinkled on his body through the mottled shadows of the trees, finally bringing a little comfort to Mok.

The birds in the nearby jungle were startled and flew away quickly above the treetops, breaking the tranquility of the mountain forest.

After a whole night of hard running, in the dark jungle where you can't see anything, in the primitive jungle with branches and vines everywhere and bushes, although his forehead was bruised and the corners of his mouth were swollen, he finally escaped from the terrible nightmare jungle.

Although there was no creature chasing him during this run, Mok kept looking back, as if there was an invisible demon following him.

Suddenly, the eyes were bright, and the continuous jungle came to an abrupt end. Below the gentle shallow slope was a green meadow, and the sharp corners of the small village wooden house and the curling smoke could be seen in the distance.

Seeing this scene, Mok's heart was finally put back in his stomach.

Stumbling out of the jungle, Mok headed straight for the small mountain village without looking back.

That was Korka Village!

A small village located on the edge of the Greenland Forest. Although the supplies in it were not sufficient, it was still possible to replenish some meat and clean water. Therefore, many mercenaries and adventurers who made a living in the Greenland Forest liked to rest and stay there.

The village was dead silent.

It stands to reason that this should be the busiest time for the hunters in the village. They would go into the jungle in groups to check whether there was any harvest in the traps, and the old people in the village would gather at the head of the village to chat, and the women would start to dry the freshly tanned animal fur in front of and behind the house...

Mok looked at the empty village in front of him with some doubts. He couldn't even see the few young boys who were always running around and playing in the open space in the village.

Are all the people in the village gone?

No, there are people in the village!

After all, Mork was born as a mercenary. Although his killing skills were not very good, he had mastered the ability to see the big picture from the small details. He could see the faint reflection of eyeballs from behind the closed wooden door of each household, and could also detect the heavy breathing.

"Hank! Thor! Dhaka! Are you all here? It's me, Mork! Why are you hiding? Don't you recognize me? Mork from the Black Bear Mercenary Team..."

Hearing Mork's shouting over and over again, a wooden house in the village creaked open the gate, and the familiar figure of hunter Hank appeared at the door. Somehow, he did not come out to greet Mork as generously as in the past, but stood silently in the shadow inside the door and slowly made way.

The frightened Mork had been running around in the jungle all night, and was already exhausted and couldn't wait to get into the house.

"Hank, no matter what you have here, bring me food and drinks first. I need to rest for a while and rush back to Lanqiu City. I tell you, you must warn the villagers not to go into the mountains again during this period. There..."

As soon as he entered the house, Mok squinted his eyes to adapt to the dimness of the house, and was immediately surprised to find that the dozen hunters in the village were all here. They stood quietly in the house, their faces hidden in the shadows and it was difficult to see their expressions.

"Are you in a meeting? Why don't you know to turn on the lights?"

Before Mok finished speaking, it suddenly became dark behind him, and Hank actually closed the gate again.

As a result, the wooden house became darker and more evil!

Mok suddenly shuddered, and for the first time felt the weirdness of the scene in front of him.

As soon as his body took a step back, he was hugged tightly from behind by someone, and then two people rushed up, and their big hands like iron clamps grabbed his arms and shoulders on the left and right.

"What are you doing? It's mine... it's me, Mok..."

Mok struggled hard, and his right hand wanted to touch the dagger behind his waist, but he was held by three people from behind and on both sides and could not move. The hunters in the mountains were strong, and it was three to one, so Mok could not resist!

Just as Mok was cursing, a hunched figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The old man with gray hair and beard and wrinkled face was the old village chief of Kokar Village, Father Nohan.

However, before Mok could give Nohan's name, the kind-looking old man suddenly opened his mouth, and it got bigger and bigger. Because his mouth was opened too wide, Father Nohan even tore the corner of his mouth, all the way to the base of his ears.

But what he opened was not his mouth, but... a four-petaled ferocious mouthpart, with fine and sharp teeth on the edge of the lips, which was creepy to look at. In the middle of the four-petal mouthparts, a blood-red tube suddenly emerged from an ugly and strange scorpion.

And the old man Nohan came closer step by step, and actually pried open Mok's mouth with his lips, and spit the terrible scorpion into his mouth.

Mok was terrified and struggled desperately, with a shrill cry.

Unfortunately, all this was useless!

The terrible scorpion drilled into his throat. After a while, when the three people let go of their arms, Mok stopped struggling, and all the painful expressions on his face disappeared, turning into a numb and stiff appearance.

He lowered his arms, and a hint of dark red appeared in the depths of his pupils. Like other hunters, he stood silently in the dark waiting for his master's order.

At this time, a nearly transparent wind-breathing monster was floating above the wooden house, silently waiting for something.

"Hmph, Grimm, you've crossed the line!" A hoarse and noisy mental wave similar to the hiss of an insect suddenly sounded in the consciousness core of the wind monster.

"This is not called crossing the line, but tracking!" Grimm's lazy voice also came through this temporary mental channel: "You also saw that I was tracking my prey! Should I go to Korgan and complain about you for intercepting my prey halfway?"

"Hmph, you can complain if you want! Korgan's order to me is to block this piece of forest and not let any strangers in and out. I'm just following orders. As for you, a powerful fire wizard, you actually let a human mercenary break through your territory. Shouldn't you go to Korgan to explain your incompetence!"

"No, no... Since this prey has been intercepted by you, forget it, I'll leave now!" As soon as Grimm finished speaking, the wind monster began to rise slowly, as if it was about to leave here.

"..."Entik, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly became alert.

Since dealing with this Grimm, he has never been easy to talk to. This time, he retreated so easily, which immediately made him feel a little uneasy.

Just when Entik was suspicious, the wind monster that rose to the sky suddenly sent down a spiritual wave: "By the way, Entik, don't you check the body of the other party every time you create an insect man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind monster rushed into the jungle without looking back.

At this time, Mok's body in the wooden house suddenly began to heat up rapidly, and the whole person turned into a human bomb in an instant. When the blood and qi in the body expanded to the limit, it exploded with a bang.

Because the "insectized" hunters in the hut were densely packed, Mok's explosion also affected the other 7 insect men. These 7 insect men were riddled with holes by the flying bone fragments and the terrifying high-temperature plasma, and then melted painfully.

Each insect man has a heart-eating worm bred by Entik in his body. The eight heart-eating worms were destroyed in an instant, and the mental pain brought to Entik can be imagined.

The next second, Entik's angry and shrill curses rose to the sky.

Unfortunately, the wind-breathing monster had already escaped and disappeared!

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When Grimm returned to the wizard camp with a series of prisoners of war, the boy followed him.

The boy's name was Edwin, and his hometown was in a remote place called Clayti. It was rich in grape wine and a well-known area with beautiful scenery. Unfortunately... after he awakened his strange talent, he was forced to leave his hometown and lived a life of wandering and hiding.

Unfortunately, even if he hid in the depths of the Greenland Forest, he was still blocked in the cave by the group of crazy demon hunters. 6 of the 7 companions who had been together for half a year died, and he was the only one who survived. This was because the group of demon hunters wanted to capture him and publicly execute him in the city, which temporarily saved his life.

However, his life changed drastically last night, and he embarked on a completely different path from then on!

It had only been two or three days since we last met, and there had been huge changes in the camp.

A three-story stone tower had been erected, and more than a dozen mechanical beasts were floating outside the stone tower, carefully etching special rune lines on the tower wall.

Although this was not a real wizard tower, after continuous strengthening of solid runes, anti-magic runes, and anti-prophecy runes, it was enough to temporarily serve as a wizard's residence. If more and more sophisticated magic items and witchcraft potions were to be refined, they would be inseparable from the alchemy laboratory and alchemy table.

Therefore, it became a top priority to build a witchcraft tower first!

After returning this time, Grimm found that the number of witch beasts outside the camp was twice as many as before. Moreover, Grimm also found traces of the spoils he had sent back on several powerful wizard-level witch beasts.

For example, bloodthirsty ogres, violent giant apes, poisonous eyed giants...

These powerful wizard-level beasts are too crudely refined, and their life systems are not stable at all. They are inferior products made temporarily. Although such guys have no loss in combat power and can reach the strength of wizards, their vitality is only a short one or two months.

When Grimm and Korgan began to hand over the newly captured demon hunters and human mercenaries, the young Edwin was looking at everything in the camp with a worshipful mood.

For him, this is simply the dream of the spellcaster's holy land, and it is also the place he is willing to swear to protect!

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