The Wizarding Age

The darkness of the Dark Crypt is never peaceful.

Because most of this area has only been roughly surveyed, even the indigenous races who have been in the underground world for many years have no completely reliable maps.

The underground tunnels often stretch for miles, sometimes expanding into caves thousands of feet wide, and sometimes shrinking to be so narrow that even cave dwellers can hardly squeeze through. The largest cave halls are like a miniature of the surface, with hills, valleys, underground rivers and lakes. In this three-dimensional environment, most races can use the cave ceiling and walls to move freely inside, using natural or magical flight, levitation, or wall-walking mounts (such as giant spiders and some types of lizards).

As the only city built by exiled wizards on the surface in the underground world, the location of Elysium is extremely confidential. The rock layer full of special metal components can isolate those malicious detections from the outside world. In addition, the dark creatures, puppet creatures and underground natives are widely distributed in the dark and deep caves and tunnels. It is extremely difficult for outsiders to find the only road leading to Paradise City from countless winding dark tunnels without the guidance of the residents of Paradise City.

Some people also said that the powerful second-level fallen wizard of Paradise City set up a huge illusion magic array outside the city, which can erase the traces of Paradise City from the deepest part of the tunnel. In this way, even if an enemy really breaks here, he can't find the location of Paradise City even if he walks through all the underground passages.

Paradise City, Cat Ear Tavern.

When the huge flame stones hanging high above the cave began to extinguish one after another, the night of the underground world fell.

For the fallen wizards living underground, without a clear distinction between day and night and a reference for the passage of time, their lives will become muddled and it will be difficult to arrange everything in a regular manner. Therefore, following some of the habits of the surface, the powerful and versatile wizards collected a large number of fire stones from deep underground, and then used magic arrays to control them to flicker regularly according to the time rules of the surface.

Using this method, Paradise City has just gathered a large number of desperate wizard apprentices, making them become the first residents here wholeheartedly.

When night falls, torches and bonfires are lit on the streets and alleys of Paradise City, and dim tallow lamps are lit at the door of the Cat Ear Tavern.

Pushing open the old and dirty half-door, Langdon walked into the tavern with a gloomy face. As soon as he entered the door, the noisy and lively sound waves made him frown.

The current time is around 7 o'clock in the evening in Paradise City, but the tavern is already crowded with drunkards of various shapes. Looking around, basically one or two representatives of the famous races underground can be found here, of course, only limited to the lower level.

Those who can have the status of residents in Paradise City are definitely not some low-level creatures like the Horror Claws and the Basilisks, but mostly some sub-humans or intelligent races with human-like appearance. For example, lizardmen, gnolls, underground gnomes, mind catchers, ratmen...

Looking at a group of large rats that look like upright rats swaying in front of him, looking at the ugly furry faces, Langdon's heart is so disgusted. After all, he is a pure human.

Ordinary humans certainly cannot survive in Paradise City where demons are rampant, but Langdon is not afraid at all, and can even kick the ratman who blocked his way away. And the reason why he can do all this is because he is a wizard apprentice, a quasi-wizard level.

In Paradise City, apart from those wizards who rarely show up, quasi-wizard level fallen apprentices like him are the number one figures in the city. Wherever he goes, there will be countless underground natives who will take the initiative to flatter and make way for him.

The light blue apprentice robe was covered with mysterious golden runes. As the rune energy flickered as he walked, it added a sense of fantasy and mystery. The handsome figure and elegant and calm demeanor gave Langdon a completely unique noble temperament. Unfortunately, he, who was once elegant, now had a gloomy face that almost looked like ink.

Kicking away the ratman who was blocking the way, completely ignoring the other party's squeaky protests, Langdon strode to the counter and slapped the thick countertop and roared loudly.

"Give me a bottle of fire wine!"

The noisy and lively tavern was instantly silent.

Old John, who was slowly wiping the wine glass at the counter, rolled his eyelids, muttered a few words, and gently wiped out a bottle of wine from under the counter with his big hands as thick as carrots, and pushed it over along the smooth countertop.

After the cork was removed, a strong, spicy smell began to spread in the crowded tavern. Countless furry faces were sniffing fiercely, and their shiny saliva began to flow.

Langdon, who rarely drank, panted, stared with bloodshot eyes, raised his neck and drank a few mouthfuls. The spicy smell of alcohol rushed into his internal organs instantly, making him lean over and cough loudly.

The splashing wine stains flew in the air.

Most of the strong liquor he drank was coughed out.

Those rats wearing tattered cloth and walking on tiptoe to imitate humans immediately swarmed up, crouched on the ground, stretched out their wet tongues, and frantically licked the wine stains on the stone floor. Don't look at them pretending to be human rats, but once they encounter such a free benefit, they will immediately abandon their disguised appearance and once again expose their nature as low-level intelligent creatures.

The management of Paradise City is too strict. Only intelligent creatures can become residents, and they must have a human-like appearance. In order to have a different identity here, many ratmen, jackals, and lizardmen can only wear dirty cloths that they rummaged through from who knows which garbage dump, stand up, and move with weird and skewed steps. Dressed up as a demi-human.

In this small city ruled by fallen wizards, they have no means or ways to make a living, and they all rely on looking at the garbage discarded by the wizards to make a living. Of course, they can make their lives more comfortable by engaging in dark businesses such as petty theft.

Seeing the ugly rat-men in front of him beating and biting them just to get some of his own vomit, Langdon gritted his teeth and wished he could kill them all with the acid bog spell.

I am a noble apprentice who has reached the quasi-witch level, but I am reduced to living with such a group of evil monsters all day long! An unspeakable sadness and resentment made it difficult for him to relieve the anger in his chest. Langdon raised his neck and drank the remaining fire wine in one gulp, threw a magic crystal and staggered out of the tavern.

"What's wrong with Mr. Langdon? Is this the first time I've seen him look like this?" In the dark corner, two black figures were talking quietly.

"Why, you don't know yet?" One of the shadows whispered in a low voice: "His other half heard that something happened."

"Magic Ivy Girl?" Another dark figure suddenly exclaimed: "You said something happened to Magic Ivy Girl?"

"Silence, silence..." The first black shadow patrolled around in panic. Seeing that no one noticed them, he warned in a low voice: "You just came back from the west and don't know the situation. To the east It’s been very busy these days. I heard that several quasi-witches were fighting there, and even several layers of the tunnel collapsed.”

"You just said that the Demonic Ivy Girl died? By whose hands?"

"Who else could it be? Of course he died in the hands of those bastards on the surface. I heard that the wizards on the surface were full and had nothing to do, so they sent a team of apprentices here to steal our resources. The vine girl died at the hands of these bastards. It is said that..." The shadow looked around and lowered his voice quietly: "It is said that he died in the hands of a junior apprentice named Grim!"

Before the black shadow could finish speaking, a loud noise like the earth was shattering drowned out its voice. The stone wall beside them was suddenly pierced by a terrifying fist, and then a big hole exploded.

A huge figure over 3 meters tall walked straight in, and with one hand in each hand, he forcibly picked up the two guys who were hiding in the shadows and whispering.

The blazing stove in the house illuminated the figures of two black figures, who turned out to be two jackals.

"Damn inferior creatures, how do you think you are qualified to talk about me, Langdon, secretly? I hate hearing the name Grim. Anyone who dares to pronounce this name again will suffer this fate!"

As the tall humanoid roared angrily, the power of blue ice and snow gathered in his palms, freezing the two jackals into human-shaped ice sculptures in just one breath. Then, as the tall human figure threw it hard, the ice sculpture suddenly shattered on the floor in the center of the tavern, and the flesh and blood inside shattered into ice shards all over the floor.

"You damn scum, just leave it to me. I don't want anyone to mention that damn name again! If anyone else can't remember this, I, Langdon, will die to remind him!" Quasi-Witch Langden, who transformed into a terrifying giant, roared angrily.

"Grim! You damn bastard, I will wait for your arrival in the darkness underground..."

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Not knowing anything about what was happening in the distant underground world, Greem was extremely busy these days.

He has finished reading all the books he brought from the Swamp Tower, and what remains is the long-term accumulation of witchcraft knowledge and analysis of witchcraft models.

Greem was a hundred times more enthusiastic about the first defensive witchcraft he was about to harvest.

Flame Shield, this was the first defensive witchcraft he chose for himself. But in order to get it, Greem must first master four to five basic witchcraft subjects and a large amount of witchcraft knowledge. From "Characteristics of Fire Element Particles" to "Regular Arrangement of Elemental Energy", from "The Role of Spiritual Elements in Witchcraft" to "One Hundred Questions on Flame Shield Shaping"...

There are dozens of kinds of witchcraft knowledge and skills that Greem needs to master in advance. Although he has chip assistance, it is still a very difficult and difficult task to understand and master them one by one.

However, based on the chip's calculations and estimates, Greem was happy to know that he could get this flame shield in his pocket before his next trip underground.

This was really good news that made him extremely excited! chapter;