Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 99 The Night of Killing

Warcraft is full of treasures.

Warcraft meat is an important resource for accelerating martial arts practice. Warcraft skin is a material required for medium and high-level spell scrolls. Even bones and teeth can be made into necklaces and bone carvings, and carved with inscriptions.

The book "Inscriptions Revealed" mentions in detail the differences in inscriptions on different materials.

First, biological and plant materials.

Commonly used are paper and animal skins made of various leaves. The advantage is that they can directly absorb free magic elements to activate.

It seems more convenient, but in fact it has many shortcomings. Including shelf life, material bearing capacity, wear and tear caused by frequent use, etc.

Secondly, metal materials.

There is no doubt that the stronger the material, the more durable the inscription is.

A set of frequently used inscribed weapons only needs to be maintained once a year, so there is no need to worry about wear and tear caused by repeated use. If it is carefully sealed in a warehouse, even if hundreds or thousands of years pass, the inscription still has the possibility of being reactivated.

Ancient artifacts are often unearthed around the world, all proving the durability of weapons with metal inscriptions.

The disadvantage is that metal materials cannot absorb free magic elements, and must be equipped with energy-storing magic stones before they can be used. Furthermore, it will be more difficult to inscribe on metal, and the time required will increase hundreds or thousands of times.

In between are gems and jade.

Since the material is too brittle to be used directly as a weapon, it is mostly used as a component of jewelry.

Depending on the quality of the gems and jade, the level of magic that can be automatically absorbed varies. Generally, mid- to low-level gain spells are engraved on them, and their durability is close to that of metal materials.

Tai'an greedily absorbed knowledge, turning the pages of the book quickly.

Most spellcasters have memories far beyond those of ordinary people. Even if it doesn't reach the level of photographic memory, it's not far off.

Time passes unconsciously.

After the guests left, Musophei, a retainer, and Larkin, the foreign hireling, set a table of dishes alone and drank with each other.

Perhaps, because they are different people, the two of them got closer.

"Mr. Larkin, what are you doing today? I haven't even seen you much?"

"On the weekend off, I went out for a trip, deposited some money at the Union Bank, and then went to the Adventurer's Tavern to meet old friends and tell them that I had found a decent new job."

"Oh, that's it..."

West of the city, Bell Street.

Compared with Squirrel Alley in the east of the city, the environment is indeed much cleaner. At least you don't have to worry about stepping on suspicious objects while walking in the middle of the road. The houses on both sides of the road are made of bricks.

Although there are still no sewerage facilities, it can be seen that certain planning and management have prevented the air from being filled with an unpleasant sour smell all year round.

At the entrance of the alley near Aglaia's house, the faces with furtive expressions have changed several times.

"It's dark! She hasn't come back yet. We won't spend the night outside today. It's so cold..."

"Be patient. Everyone who catches someone will get ten gold dragons. The one who makes the first contribution will be awarded another twenty gold coins."

"The noble young master is so generous. He is willing to pay so much for a woman."

"The woman in the portrait is indeed very beautiful. Five hundred gold coins will definitely be worth it. It won't take long to get back the money if you put it in the club. It's also good to give as a gift to a big shot."

"Yeah, how can a noble do business at a loss..."

The younger brother who was standing guard at the intersection hurried over to inform the leader that the target had appeared.

The young swordsman wearing blue-grey frost-blue fur walked like the wind, her hands on the hilt of her sword, and her eyes vigilantly scanned the men surrounding her from all directions.

The leader of the strong man had a ferocious scar on his face, and his voice was deep and deep: "Miss, please come with us, we promise not to hurt you!"

"What if I say no?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't want to hurt your pretty face." The evil wind came from behind, and a merciless blow was enough to break a person's spine.

Aglaia instinctively drew her sword and turned around. However, before she could take action, everything came to an abrupt end.

The next second, everyone's heads were dislocated.

A sword that was so fast that it was invisible cut across the most perfect path of death.

The sinful and excited expressions of the gangsters were frozen, slowly witnessing the tilt of the world.

Oveska lowered her bone sword, as if she had done a trivial thing.

"Not far away, there is another target responsible for sentry duty. Should we clean it out completely, or should we pursue it..."

Aglaia's heart was palpitating and she was speechless. Her light-colored lips were slightly opened. In the blink of an eye, six or seven lives disappeared, and she deeply realized the cruelty and ruthlessness of the undead.

Life is harvested casually like grass and mustard...

"The body must be disposed of first, otherwise it will cause trouble to the young master."

With her remaining sanity, Aglaia thought of the key.

The white bone sword pierced the bodies of the ruffians, and the speed of the ears could be seen with the naked eye. The full flesh and blood withered and decayed, turning into a pile of black ash, and the bones were turned into fine powder.

Aglaia couldn't bear to watch the scene that shocked her three senses. She picked up the handbag dropped on the ground and hurried back home.

Fortunately, the location where these men chose to ambush was very remote. In addition, it was already after ten o'clock in the evening, so most of the neighbors were sleeping.

"No one will notice..."

Aglaia stood in front of her house in despair and knocked lightly.

"Who is it?"

"It's me!" Aglaia spoke out to prove her identity.

"Sister! You came back so late. I thought you wouldn't come back this week..."

Alia opened the door, but saw Aglaia standing at the door and refusing to go in.

"I have to pick up one more thing. I'll come back later." Aglaia handed over the handbag and gently stroked her sister's hair with her palms. Immediately, he turned around and returned to the scene of the killing.

"Tell me your decision." Oveska released cold, emotionless thoughts.

White hellfire burned clothing and blood. The proficiency of the technique gives people the impression of a habitual criminal.

With the help of the light of the underworld fire, Aglaia found that there were many blood stains accidentally stuck on the blue-gray coat, and she looked quite distressed.

Oops! The clothes the young master lent me have not been worn for a few days. How should I explain it?

"I choose to catch up! Are you sure you can eliminate the mastermind behind it?"

Oveska did not answer, but took off his black gloves, and his white bone palms were like a vacuum cleaner, sucking up the blood molecules from Aglaia's body: "You must go with me, my first duty is to protect your safety. "

"it is good!"

Aglaia gritted her teeth, and since she had done it, she might as well do it to eliminate the hidden dangers completely. Because she wasn't sure whether the other party would do anything to her family.

Besides, those who escape are likely to bring trouble to the young master.

Don't let it go no matter what.

Oveska sensed Aglaia's determination to release mental fluctuations.

Although she still couldn't hear the sound, she could sense the other person's thoughts through mental fluctuations.

After the strength has undergone a qualitative change, the ability has become more comprehensive.

(End of this chapter)