The Wizarding Age

The battle has gradually died out.

The once peaceful and tranquil Rutheran Village has now become a terrifying dead zone.

In the entire elven village and the surrounding several kilometers, there is no longer a single living creature over 5 cm in size. Especially in the area where the battle was the most intense, not only did the animals disappear without a trace, but even most of the green plants were eaten up, leaving behind a devastated scene that was daunting.

At some point, an eagle was soaring in the high blue sky.

It circled around Rutheran Village many times, and finally couldn't hold back the restlessness in its heart and dived into the sky.

The eagle flapped its vigorous wings, quickly interspersed in the woods, and from time to time pulled down and lowered its head to avoid the branches of the ancient trees and lush vines that came towards it. Finally, as the eyes lit up, it had passed through the dense forest and low cliffs and came to the quiet valley where Rutheran Village was located.

The first sight that came into the eagle's eyes made it excited, and it almost crashed into a withered and dead tree. The eagle quickly circled and landed steadily on the ground, and then restored its human form after a strange twist and deformation.

Sof is a level 1 druid from Tianshui City.

His daily task is to patrol the dozen or so elven villages around the Iron Tree Forest, and Rutheran Village is undoubtedly one of them.

Although Rutheran Village has a small population, because it is adjacent to the Iron Tree Forest, the ironwood produced here is also an important strategic resource for the Elf Kingdom. Ironwood is one of the main materials for making high-strength elven longbows. For the Elf Kingdom with many archers, its value is not small!

Almost every four or five days, Sof would come here to patrol, and by the way, find a few old friends to drink tea and chat. And he was even more in love with the female elf Feilin who was an archery instructor in Rutheran Village, and was pursuing her madly, so he ran here more diligently.

However, today, when he arrived here, he saw a scene of devastation after a war!

In the valley, all the green has almost disappeared.

The earth seems to have been ravaged by the foot, and there are traces of broken and cracked everywhere.

The tall old trees are all withered and dead, with their roots exposed, and there is no longer any vitality and energy in them.

A particularly tall old tree fell in the center of the village. Its broken body seemed to have been eaten crazily by some creature. The soft tree heart inside had been hollowed out, almost becoming an empty shell.

Azali...Azali, one of the two tree spirits in Rutheran Village!

Seeing the tragic death of Asali, Sof's heart was trembling.

If even Asali can die in battle, the rest of the elves may be even more difficult to survive!

Then...then Flin...

Sof, who knew the surroundings of the Iron Tree Forest very well, immediately judged that this was not an extremely ferocious monster coming to the village, but an invasion from the outside. Combined with the recent war reports from the elven army in Tianshui City, Sof dared to assert that the ones who appeared here must be those cruel and evil witches from other worlds.

Under normal circumstances, Sof should have quickly withdrawn from here and rushed back to Tianshui City 1,600 miles away to report the situation, so that the elven commander could dispatch more helpers and more powerful druid masters to investigate and track the whereabouts of the enemy.

But worried about the whereabouts of Filin, Sof hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and broke into this terrible battlefield.

The enemy may have left for a while!

Although traces of fierce fighting can be seen everywhere on the ground and trees, it is difficult to find any survivors, and even a slightly larger animal cannot be found. This made his professional skill of "talking with animals" useless.

Although he can also communicate with the remaining plants and ancient trees around him, these plants only have simple and crude thinking. Apart from the two simple words "enemy...insect...", it is impossible to provide more detailed information.

In the woods, Sof also picked up a lot of broken black insect shells.

He carefully put the only "clues" left by these enemies into his bag and prepared to submit them back.

Suddenly, there was a faint movement on the towering tree hall platform.

This made Sof feel extremely nervous.

He clenched the oak staff in his hand, cast a "tree skin technique" on himself, and then rushed to the platform with courage.

But the scene on the platform almost made him stare!

This seemed to be the main battlefield of the battle. The huge wooden platform was covered with blood and scratches. In a corner of the platform near the tree hall, a female elf with a broken arm was stripped naked, and an arrow pierced her chest and nailed to the tree trunk.

Her body was white and smooth, her breasts were beautiful, her head was drooping weakly, and her face was covered by her messy long hair. The blood flowing from her naked body gathered at her feet into a bloody lake. Due to the long time, the blood solidified into dark red blood stains, which was shocking.

Except for her, no other elf bodies could be seen on the platform.

It was Filin!

Almost instantly, Sof recognized the identity of this female elf!

He rushed over excitedly, but before he could touch Filin's body, the wind on his head and both sides was not good. Four or five black figures rushed out from their hiding places, aiming directly at the young druid who had lost his mind.

Relying on the natural protection on his body and the oak staff in his hand, Sof staggered and resisted for a few times, and finally struggled to rush out of the ambush circle of the demon mantis.

He rushed to the edge of the platform in one breath, paused the oak staff in his hand, and threw out a handful of strange plant seeds at the same time. As a green magic halo flashed, the plant seeds flying in the air suddenly expanded and grew into terrible thorn vines, binding the four demon mantises that were chasing them in place without missing a single one.

Of course, such a "thorn binding" is difficult to trap the demon mantis for a long time.

The demon mantises waved their terrible sickle-shaped forelimbs, and almost instantly chopped the thorn vines into pieces all over the ground.

Relying on the short time gained by the thorn vines, Sof quickly twisted and deformed, trying to transform into an eagle and rush into the sky again.

But just when his ‘transfiguration’ was about to be completed, a bloody wind rushed from behind, and a very sharp mantis forelimb pierced his right chest, nailing him firmly to the platform floor.

Immediately, Sof was hit hard on the back of his head and fainted without a sound.

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The spacious and flat tree hall platform was filled with strange figures.

Mary, who had not appeared for a long time, stood proudly at the front of the team in a blood-red armor. Behind her were three blood knights led by Soros. The old fox Wenlier was still dressed like a middle-aged noble, accompanying Mary with a smile on his face.

In the back, there were thirteen or fourteen forest elves standing full. They were both men and women, all of them were handsome and heroic. But at this moment, their eyes were bloodshot, full of ferocity, and two sharp blood-sucking fangs protruded from their upper lips, looking ferocious.

These forest elves who were captured by Mary and transformed into blood slaves were carefully selected. The weakest one had a strength of level 1, and there were two level 2.

After the blood-sucking transformation, the original natural power in their bodies has now been transformed into blood magic power. They are no longer the forest elves they used to be, but a strange species that has never appeared in the Farn plane - blood elves.

The direct consequence of such blood transformation is that the combat power of blood elves, who were originally sword dancers or archers, did not decline too much. On the contrary, because they have the ability of blood-sucking regeneration and blood-sucking attack, the terrifying degree of fighting has soared.

On the contrary, the original spellcasters, druids or elf mages, lost all the natural spells they originally mastered after being transformed into blood elves, leaving only a pitiful "blood bullet spell".

It seems that if Mary wants to have more spellcasters among her subordinates, she needs to give these guys some more time to let them slowly explore new blood witchcraft.

Fortunately, Mary had transformed herself into a pure-blooded vampire when she was promoted to level 2 in the wizard world, so most of the blood shackles on her head were removed. At least before she was promoted to level 3, she no longer had to worry about this problem!

The biggest benefit of being transformed into a pure-blooded vampire is that the number of blood descendants that her soul can bear has more than doubled. This also means that the number of blood slaves she can produce will be as high as 30, and the number of lower-level blood-sucking derivatives will be as high as 200.

If she releases her authority and allows her blood slaves to produce blood-sucking derivatives at will, then as the blood queen at the top of the pyramid, she can directly or indirectly control the blood creatures.

A pure-blooded vampire can control a terrible blood-sucking army, and a family of vampires can even control a medium-sized human country.

However, such behavior rarely occurs in the wizarding world. One of the main reasons is that it is difficult to find such a large number of high-quality intelligent races. If vampires lower their requirements and try to embrace those weak humans, even if they can raise a large army in a short period of time, they will not be able to withstand a large-scale attack witchcraft of the enemy.

Moreover, the first embrace requires the consumption of the vampire's original blood!

Consuming precious original blood on some inferior creatures will not only fail to help you become stronger, but will also hinder your own accumulation of strength in disguise.

Therefore, the standards for vampire derivatives as cannon fodder can be lowered, but blood slaves with whom you have established a blood connection must be carefully selected and must not be easily embraced. nt

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