. Shumilou.CoM.Shumilou.Co

Chapter 343:

The Wizarding World's underworld is very vast, almost indistinguishable from the surface.

It is full of all kinds of strange things and creatures that are not found on the surface, and even because there is no ocean, the area of the underground world is much, much larger than that of the surface world.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the underground is the inner world of a wizarding world.

According to Freya's knowledge, most of the underworld is made up of non-human wizards.

Even if there are humanoid wizards, they are not purely human blood.

And the underground area in the memory of the Necron Worm should be in a place called the Northwind Wilderness far from the Crimson Plains.

After dispersing Arthur and the other four barbarian wizards, Freya sat quietly in her chair, playing with the clear crystal containing the memories of the Dead Soul Worm.

'In the case of the North Wind Wilderness, I remember that the largest wizarding organization in that place seemed to be called the Wilderness Witches, and the members of that organization were all female wizards and it seemed to be a dark wizard organization. ’

Most of the dark wizards' areas are very cruel, and the fierce competition in them makes most of the dark wizards' three views a little distorted.

Very cruel things can be done to achieve the goal, and ordinary people seem to them to be just a bunch of free materials for productivity and experimentation.

Freya, who once graduated from Al Green, already knows all about the actions of dark wizards.

Even members of the same organization may fight because of resources, and although there will be no human life, it is certain that they will be half-defeated and will not be able to take revenge in the future.

And although Freya is not a white wizard, in all fairness, her style is not the unscrupulous for the sake of the end like a dark wizard.

She has her own psychological bottom line, if she touches this bottom line. Even if there is a big benefit on the other side, she will not do it.

Maybe this kind of psychology will not make her a real world-class powerhouse, but at least this is her own true idea, and it is also what she insists on.

"However, that place still needs to be taken by airship, and it will take at least four or five days to get there. And if it's a dark wizard area, you'll need to make some necessary preparations," Freya muttered as she thought about what she needed to bring.

She herself is not affected by pollution except for the king snake bloodline. Others, including the gradual transformation of the body into infernal creatures, most notably the manipulation of energy particles.

And an alien wizard with only one level of crystallization, operating in the area of the dark wizard. Strength is definitely not good.

"Let's go back to the Blood Eagle Leader first and take a long vacation with the deputy minister." She decided in her heart.

With the integration of the Blood Eagle Leader, her strength has expanded dramatically, and her current identity has long since become a core member of the Blood Eagle Leader. He is already an old man in the Rune Department.

The level of runes is also ranked among the top in the rune department as a whole, so to speak. Her current status can be regarded as a mid-level member of the Rune Department, and her every move represents the Blood Eagle Leader.

If it weren't for the fact that her personality and residence were very special, some wizard families or small forces who wanted to cling to the Blood Eagle Leader would have saved up a lot of letters a long time ago.

Although Freya had only thought of learning advanced meditation methods for the Blood Eagle Leader to join the Blood Eagle Leader before. But as time went on, I gradually developed a special sense of identity with the organization......

Two days later.

Above the Blood Eagle Lord's headquarters, a small black airship flew by.

Standing on the side of the ship, Freya quietly watched the ground farther and farther below. The strong wind in the air blew on her cheeks, bringing a faint scent of grass.

From time to time, a black light flashed in her eyes. I don't know what I'm thinking.

The Blood Eagle Lord's headquarters was gradually obscured by the fog as the airship moved away, and only a rough outline could be seen before she turned around and walked towards the airship's cabin.

The corridors of the cabin were lit with dim yellow crystal lamps on both sides, and in the distance, two young wizards in white robes were talking quietly.

When she saw Freya coming over, her eyes lit up and her expression became respectful.

"Mistress Freya"

There weren't many wizards who rode the airship this time, most of them were supernumerary members from the Blood Eagle Territory, that is, wizards who joined the forces later.

In this regard, although some of these people have the intention of talking to Freya, Freya has no interest in this regard.

For the low-profile greetings between the two, she just nodded lightly, which was regarded as an answer.

Then he went straight to his room, and he didn't even have time for the two of them to talk.

The room closed with a 'snap', and Freya lifted her sleeves slightly.

The top of the arm that had been intact became hazy, and dark eyes slowly emerged.

These eyes were densely attached to Freya's arm, blinking and looking around curiously, looking very strange.

With the appearance of these eyes, a strong corrupt and cold aura rushed towards Freya, which immediately made her frown.

"It won't be long before the illusion witchcraft and the concealment secret method are estimated to be hidden, and the speed of this pollution seems to be a little faster than I imagined, if I hadn't found the information of the Fountain of Life in advance, I'm afraid it would have been troublesome to delay for a while."

Feeling the hellish aura coming from her two arms and hands, Freya put it back on.

Then take out the rune carving knife and white squares, and start to make one-time magic items to prepare for this underground world.

The curse of hell pollution for Freya is not just a simple transformation into a hellish creature, but also means that Freya can no longer leave the hellish world and practice meditation to exercise her spirit or soul.

The strength of ancient wizards lies in their own bloodline and the morphological changes of ancient powerful creatures, and their true soul spirit is still human.

When the power of ** is far greater than the spirit, the sequelae brought by ** are not only uncontrollable, but also other terrible things.

For example, the instinct of the body is infinitely amplified, which can completely turn a rational person into a beast that only knows how to survive instinctively.

In order to avoid this situation, modern wizards got rid of the bloodline path of ancient wizards, opened up meditation methods, and pursued the transcendent sublimation of the soul.

So much so that over time. Most of the powerful ancient creatures became extinct, and the lineage of ancient wizards gradually declined to become legends or relics.

However, in this regard, Freya faintly felt that these two different paths could form a complementary form.

Exercise your spiritual soul while being strong, so as to control your own instincts. without losing reason.

This complementary approach. At least for now, it seems that the success rate of feasibility is very high.

Hellish creatures, on the other hand, are a special force of death and resentment, strange and powerful, some like spirits but colder than souls.

Although Freya is not completely unaware of this power for the time being. But it can also be discerned by the breath that this power does not match the path she is taking.

Three days later, at sunset.

Fiery red clouds reflected in the wasteland below the airship, and dry weeds blew up layers of 'waves' with the wind.

From time to time, you can see some boxy towns surrounded by stone walls and crisscrossed roads.

Located at a very far point from the airship. A huge black castle stands alone in the middle of the wasteland.

Thick clouds floated above the castle, and from time to time blazing white lightning flashed.

In the window at the top of the castle. Occasionally, a dozen or so witches on broomsticks, black robes and pointed hats can be seen flying out or entering from there.

Standing on the side of the ship, Freya narrowed slightly at the figures of the black-robed witches.

"Is this frequency of sorties war?"

The area of the Borean Wastes is a large entrance to the Underworld, where it can also be said to be a battlefield for Underground Wizards and Surface Wizards.

But. Although this kind of frictional war has taken place, the scale is not very large, and only occasionally there are major wars.

But judging by the current signs in the Castle of the Wild Witches, Freya came this time. It seems to be at the time of their wars.

"Forget it, we'll see when the time comes."

Slightly groaned. Freya stepped on the side of the ship, carrying a black suitcase in her hand, and then she jumped straight out of the airship.

A howling wind followed......

A day later, in a ruined town not far from the Witch's Castle.

Freya, dressed in a black robe, came here quietly, with a faint smell of blood on her body, and it seemed that she hadn't encountered anything along the way.

From time to time, the black gravel paths of the town can be seen with wizards wearing the same black robes covering their faces and some powerful knights wearing armor and holding weapons.

Most of these people have gloomy expressions and keep a certain distance from the pedestrians around them, and they are all surrounded by a bloody aura, and they all look very difficult to mess with.

After wandering around town, Freya randomly found a tavern and walked in.

The tavern seemed to be very quiet, with only three black-robed locks in the corner talking softly.

Freya's entry did not attract the attention of the three of them, but they glanced at it and ignored it.

Freya walked straight to the counter of the hotel, where an old man in a gray robe was sleeping on his stomach, and next to him was a slender wooden stick, from which a faint aura of energy came.

Glancing at the low-level demonic item, Freya reached out and tapped lightly on the counter.

'Knock knock. ’

Woken up by the sound, the old man rubbed his eyes and straightened up, a little sleepy-eyed.

"Guest, what do you want?"

took out a black bag from her waist and threw it on the counter with a 'bang', Freya said directly.

"A quiet empty room, a detailed map of the neighborhood."

A few magic stones the size of fingernails were revealed in the seal of the black bag, which immediately made the old man sober up, and he quickly put away the black bag and hurriedly said.

"I'll prepare a map right away, please bring it to me."

"Hmm."

Freya nodded slightly, and soon, led by the old man, came to the door of a room.

The old man stepped back into the room, and Freya placed the suitcase on the table and pushed the door open.

In the gloomy sky, there were exactly a dozen wilderness witches riding brooms, lined up, and flying quickly.

Freya looked in the direction the witches had left, and in the distance thick black smoke was slowly rising, and a rumbling explosion could be faintly heard.

This dilapidated town is not very far from the battlefield, but the ordinary people in this town have long been evacuated, and now except for a few apprentices and knights, most of them are wizards, and they have come here to pick up leaks.

Even the gray-robed old man just now had the strength of a third-class apprentice, plus the low-grade demonic item he was holding in his hand, he could be about the same as a wizard who had just been promoted, and his self-protection ability was enough.

After standing for a moment in front of the window, the old man who had left before returned, but he had an extra roll of parchment in his hand before leaving.

"This guest, here is a detailed map of the surroundings of the town of Skoll, even including half of the wasteland, please"

Before he could finish his sentence, Freya waved her hand.

"Put it on the table and leave."

The old man was not dissatisfied with Freya's words, he quickly put the map on the table, then bowed slightly and exited the door directly, and gently took it with him when he left.

Turning around, Freya picked up the parchment on the table and carefully spread it out.

A very detailed map appeared in front of her eyes, and it seemed that the magic had been activated, and some places marked with forests or flowing water could still flow slowly, which seemed very realistic.

Scanning the map, Freya quickly identified the entrance to the underworld.

Most of the memories of the Necro Worm have been devoured by her, and there are many hidden places in it.

However, the location of this entrance is relatively close to the battlefield, and in its current form, it is not wise to go now.

"I have to wait for these people to stop for a while, and I guess it's almost the evening."

After a pause, she put down the map in her hand and opened the suitcase on the table.

At the front of it was a row of slender daggers glowing with a blue halo, followed by ten identical cyan test tubes and two small bags containing countless white cubes and a pile of purple seeds.

In addition to these disposable joke items, there is also a black crystal shoulder armor inside the suitcase.

The shoulder armor was engraved with countless floating tiny runes, which exuded a strong aura of energy.

Next to the shoulder armor is a black cross sword that seems to be folded up, with a deep white mark in the middle, which looks very beautiful.

Freya reached out and picked up the shoulder armor, gently following a groove in the interior and placing it on her right shoulder.

With a 'click', the shoulder armor fit perfectly into Freya's shoulder, and a gray halo flashed.

Freya felt her body sink slightly, and a heavy feeling enveloped her body.

Then, Freya unbuttoned her robes and thrust the slender blue daggers into her waist and behind her back, within reach. (To be continued)