Serry: They're back.

They were joined by more than 100 wizards. In terms of the power of these wizards alone, even the most rebellious and ferocious vampire progenitor, Klaus, had to avoid it in a face-to-face situation, and then retreated.

The more than 100 wizards were not from one place, they were brought by Seri from several nearby cities in a row. Wizards who knew each other automatically gathered together to form a small group of their own, which was clearly distinguished from the other wizarding groups.

The group with the largest number of wizards accounts for almost one-third of the total number of more than 100 wizards, while the group with few wizards has only a handful of people.

"As the master of this place, I am here to welcome you." Tang Bai looked at the silent wizards on the grass and greeted with a smile.

"You are the initiator of this gathering of wizards? That Don the wizard that Selly said they were talking about? A somewhat hoarse male voice rang out from the wizarding crowd.

Tang Bai looked at the source of the voice, and in the phalanx with the largest number of wizards, a bald middle-aged man with a slightly dark complexion and a stiff and cold face walked out alone. It can be seen from the faces of the silent wizards who kept giving him his place along the way, that the wizard who spoke clearly had a significant reputation and influence among them.

"It's a fact." Tang Bai nodded. Lilia, who was standing beside Tang Bai, frowned slightly. The wizard man in front of her who came slowly brought her a somewhat depressed feeling. Uncomfortable feelings. Although the feeling was not strong, it did affect her.

This uncomfortable feeling can be found in any wizard, for any experienced wizard. can clearly understand what this means.

A shaman is a servant of nature.

This is something that most witches and witches, and even many supernatural creatures such as vampires and werewolves, agree with. But not all wizards are forces of nature and are willing to be servants who maintain the balance of nature. There are also a considerable number of sorcerers, who worship another kind of power. A forbidden and dangerous force!

That's the darkness!

Lilia had that power too.

If witches who worship nature are orthodox witches and are the main force in maintaining the balance of nature, then wizards who worship darkness have some taboo implications.

They seek power. Even if this power is spurned and repelled by nature and the Holy Spirit, even cursed; They are paranoid about their goals, and most of them are frightening and unreasonable. No wizard of any kind is more fanatical and cold-blooded than a dark wizard.

Many vampires are under the influence and domination of their own dark desires such as killing and bloodlust. You can do something like slaughtering a village. Many of these vampires feel guilty and self-reproachful, as well as disgusted with themselves, when the dark and violent desires in their hearts subside and they become sober.

Quite a few wizards have done something similar. And there is no sense of self-blame and guilt afterwards.

Vampires slaughter humans. It is to satisfy his inner thirst for blood and vent his inner violence.

Wizards slaughter humans more for blood sacrifices and some kind of ritual. Among such wizards, wizards who worship darkness occupy the vast majority of the share. And some large-scale, large-scale blood rituals with a large number of sacrifices are 100% from the hands of some almost fanatical wizards who worship the dark forces.

Lilia wields the power of darkness, but doesn't indulge in that power. But the bald man in front of him was different. On the dark road. The man in front of her was far farther and more dangerous than her. Don't doubt what a wizard feels like. That's part of their power.

"Too young." The bald man who stepped forward looked at Tang Bai's young and delicate face, which had faded away from childishness and youthfulness, and gently spit out four seemingly meaningless words. He shook his head a little disappointed, and before Tang Bai could speak, he said again: "You should know the rules for holding wizards' gatherings, right?" ”

Tang Bai nodded again and said calmly: "Only those who serve the crowd have the power to organize and lead." ”

"Are you ready, then?" The bald man walked up to Tang Bai and looked at him and asked. "We're here in large part because of the promise you've made to Sayri pass on to us. Strength, tranquility, home, and communication. But we don't know anything about you! ”

"So do you need some tests?" Tang Bai looked at the man's cold and expressionless face, and asked calmly.

"Yes." A cold and ugly smile squeezed out of the man's stiff and cold face, and he pulled open the jacket of his jacket with one hand and took out a big book from it: "We can't believe what you say." As long as you can read it in peace, my fellow wizards and I will agree that you have the leadership of this wizarding gathering. ”

"Is it okay to read this book as long as it's safe to read?" Tang Bai stretched out his finger and pointed to the book in the man's hand.

"That's it. This is a magic book handed down from my ancestors. A very dangerous magic book. It has all the spells that our family has created and mastered. Tell Serlie that the reason you're holding this wizards' gathering is to get our magic and spells from us? The corner of the bald man's mouth grinned an indescribable smile of sarcasm or malice: "As long as you can read it, all the knowledge in it is yours." ”

Seeing that Tang Bai had the intention of taking over, the man's face once again showed an ugly and chilling smile: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, before you, many wizards had read this magic book, but most of them didn't end well." ”

"Thanks for the reminder, can you give it to me?" Tang Bai spread out his palm and handed it to the man, smiling. It's just an alchemy book studded with some kind of black sorcery. Maybe it's a little special, but in terms of danger, it's far less dangerous than the threat posed to Tang Bai by the man's direct spell.

As an alchemist who can craft and create alchemy items, he naturally knows how to deal with and deal with them.

Tang Bai's palm sank, and the man slapped the book on Tang Bai's hand. The feeling of the book touching the skin of Tang Bai's palm is not the feeling of ordinary paper. It's a slippery and cold feeling like fish scales. Books are heavy, some heavier than they are bulky. (To be continued......)