book of old days

Chapter 69 The Mob and the Hunter

Sean looked at everything that happened in front of him in surprise. Because this memory was too old and the information in it was incomplete, he couldn't fully understand the cause and effect of everything.

However, from the conversation just now, he could feel that this Bergwood seemed to be a wizard, but a squib, a so-called Withered.

He knew what it meant without guessing, and hearing what he meant, it seemed that he had found another way to use magic.

This cheered up Sean, and carefully observed and recorded everything that happened in front of him.

Bagwood stared at the pipe on the cauldron, and kept mumbling.

"Magic, power, everything has become within reach, the original real mystery is so simple, heh heh heh, I have been fooled by them for so many years, 'there is a price to use magic', lies, everything is lie!"

"The old guys in the academy will regret kicking me out of the academy soon! I'll make them pay! Hehehehe."

Bagwood's voice changed from resentment to mania, almost mad.

Finally, blue bubbles came out of the pipe. Bagwood was overjoyed, and Sean also became happy. He watched Bagwood twist a valve on the crucible, and the blue smoke slowly flowed from the crucible. It flowed down, condensed into a dark blue crystal clear liquid in the cooling tube, and fell drop by drop into the glass bottle below.

This process continued for a long time until no more blue smoke came out of the crucible. Bergwood closed the crucible, capped the bottle containing the blue liquid, and picked it up carefully. After drinking 100ml of blue liquid, he shook it lightly, looking at the liquid in the bottle with a dazed and intoxicated gaze.

"It's so beautiful, so moving, hahahahahaha." Bergwood completely concealed the smile in his heart, and the laughter burst out of his throat strangely. It can be imagined that it must be an extremely important gain.

It's really beautiful, Xiao En thought to himself, he was a little curious, this thing should be extracted from those magic items, it must be very 'magic', it looks a bit like the magic potion in the game, could it be used for drinking ?For replenishing magic?

Boom!A loud noise interrupted Bagwood's excitement, and he pricked up his ears, as if a little unsure if it was his auditory hallucination.

Boom!The crashing sound came again, and it came from somewhere under his feet. Bagwood hurriedly ran up the stairs, stood on the balcony of the tower and looked out. Only then did Sean realize that Bagwood's The laboratory is located in a tower, and the tower stands on a hill.

Surrounded by the dark night, the outline of a dilapidated village can be seen in the distance, and on the slope below, a group of villagers holding torches are hitting the gate of the high tower with a large wooden stake, holding pitchforks , scythes, axes, flails, and a few with muskets, or hunting crossbows.

Bergwood was furious, "Hey, what are you doing, stop quickly, this is the residence of the great wizard Bergwood, you humble ants, how dare you be so presumptuous."

When the villagers heard the shout, they all clamored and looked over.

"The damn thing is up there!"

"Go to the judge quickly."

"Shoot him down."

"Knock the door open."

The villagers below shouted, and a villager raised a shotgun. Sean heard a roar, and the bullet hit the window lattice above the balcony, and the gravel splashed. It did not cause much damage, but successfully angered Bagwood.

"Being so reckless, so arrogant and rude, you must be punished!"

As Bagwood spoke, he raised his hand and uttered an awkward incantation, but Sean instantly understood what the incantation should mean—"Fire is raging!"

A burst of flames suddenly spewed out from the ground, and the turbulent pillar of fire engulfed a villager in it, instantly burning him into a screaming fireman, causing the surrounding villagers to retreat in fright.

Bagwood waved his hand again—"The wind blows!"

A small tornado appeared, whistling and dragging two villagers into it. The gravel in the wind tore the flesh and blood of the villagers—throwing out, the scene was extremely bloody.

Bagwood waved his hand again—"Lightning Thunder!"

A few spherical lightnings appeared around him, and with his wave of his hand, the lightning flew towards the villagers. The speed was not very fast, but it followed like a shadow as if it had a tracking function. The villagers ran away in fright. However, the locked villagers ran tens of meters, but were still overtaken by lightning, and turned into coke with a scream.

Sean looked dazzled, that's right, it's this kind of magic, and that's what he wanted.

He had firmly recorded these spells, and now he only hoped that Bergwood could cast more spells, but Bergwood looked at the distressed villagers and began to shriek.

"Hahaha, now you know how powerful I am, this is what happens when you provoke the great Bergwood."

boom!boom!boom!What responded to him was more bullets and crossbow bolts. The flintlock guns used by the villagers had limited accuracy, but Bigwood retracted his head in fright.

There was another knock on the door downstairs, followed by the crack of the door breaking, and the villagers rushed into the door cheering.

Bagwood glanced out of the balcony, and his heart sank to the bottom.

"It's over, it's hopeless, these damn mobs! Why, I just want to find a place to study magic with peace of mind!"

He muttered in his mouth, and quickly rushed down the balcony, returned to the laboratory and began to pack, but he had only packed a few things before he heard the sound of footsteps and shouts from the bottom of the stairs.

The villagers roared and yelled, getting closer and closer.

Bagwood didn't dare to delay any longer, he waved his arms towards the wall—"The magic door opens!"

A vortex-like portal emerged out of thin air, behind which the image of the nearby forest could be seen.

He plunged in.

There was a forest in front of him, and Bagwood looked back at the tall tower on the hill behind him, thick smoke and fire were burning in the windows.

"At least I'm still alive, as long as I'm alive, there's hope." Bergwood comforted himself (Sean was deeply suspicious of this).

He walked down the hillside, preparing to leave this place without a sound, but things went against his wish, without warning, with a puff, a crossbow bolt was deeply nailed into his lower back.

Bergwood screamed, the severe pain made him fall to the ground, blood continued to flow from the wound on his waist, Sean also took a breath of air, it hurt so badly, it must have hurt his intestines, he originally thought He was used to the pain in these memories, but every time he was injured, he still couldn't help but curse secretly.

Bagwood's pain was even worse, and his vision was doubled. Several men in black trench coats and masks came out from behind the surrounding trees, holding crossbows or silver swords in their hands.

Be the Witch Hunter!A thought popped up in Bagwood's mind, and Sean felt it, so he could probably determine the time when this memory happened.

Wizard hunters emerged 150 years ago during the reign of King Marlowe, and there are brief records in the history books of Sword Castle.

It's just that the wizard hunters recorded in the book are vigilantes who specialize in arresting charlatans who engage in superstitious activities in the name of magic, sell prohibited drugs, and tell fortunes on the streets. However, what Sean saw in front of him is obviously not so thing.

(End of this chapter)