When the old hall master rushed back to the secret room, everything had returned to its original state, and the destroyed witch array was silent again, and there was no trace of anyone coming.

And Zhuo Hun ran back to his room in a daze, didn't even have time to take a shower, just closed his eyes and lay down on the bed, and fell asleep in an instant.

This night he had a strange dream, in which Zhuo came to a world full of light, and the slightest movement of his feet would stir up ripples on the surface of the water.

Not far away, the water flow gradually condensed into a figure with an indifferent expression, but a figure that seemed to contain everything in his eyes.

In addition to his eyes, Zhuo couldn't see the other facial features of the figure clearly, but he could really feel the emotions like dead wood, no sadness, no joy, no desire.

Zhuo tried to step forward, but the whole person was restrained in place, and he tried to speak, but found that there was not a sound in his throat.

Just as he was at a loss for what to do and looked around, the figure condensed by the current spoke.

"Wait, when you're a little older, it's never too late to go. ”

The moment he spoke, the eyes of the flowing figure finally changed, and his eyes were full of trust and confidence.

After just one sentence, Zhuo was instantly closed to his five senses, and woke up from the bed with a loud roar, his chest heaving and panting, sweat soaking the bedding, and the sky was already bright.

The words of the figure were vaguely in his ears, but Zhuo was puzzled, not because of a dream, but because of ...... Why didn't you take a shower last night?

It was not only Zhuo who was puzzled, but the old hall master who was nested in the secret room and couldn't figure out what to think of was also in deep doubt.

You can't go wrong with the fluctuation of the Secret Room Witch Circle last night, but why is there no trace of it?

Since this incident, everything in the Witch Hall has returned to normal operation, and Zhuo is still switching between studying and cultivating every day and going to the city gate to wait for the teacher.

The old hall master also began to try to drink the inexplicable liquor with a higher-level witch.

The result was similar to what he had guessed, when an eighth-level great witch volunteered to die, those roots absorbed the magic power in his body and grew wildly, changing his original body.

In the end, the eighth-level great witch disappeared, and the whole person turned into a small laurel tree half a human high, but the flesh and blood on the trunk were mixed with plant tissue, which was much more disgusting than the giant laurel tree.

In another secret room, the old hall master looked at the laurel tree transformed by the eighth-level great witch on the platform, and was silent for a while.

Although this laurel tree is small, if the bark is cut, it can still flow out a liquid with the aroma of wine, which is even more tempting than the wine of the second generation of the witch king.

"What the hell is this?" asked Midori, covering her nose.

The old hall master closed his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be ten years old, shook his head and said, "This is the root of the end of the witch......

The old hall master didn't explain too much, this wine attracted witches to lose themselves, use their bodies and magical power as nourishment to become their kind, and then continue to attract witches, but this wine is useless to ordinary people, and even has great benefits.

This is the plague, a plague that belongs to witches alone.

Fortunately, it is still within the controllable range, otherwise once it spreads, this is not the end of the witch?

Thinking of this, the old hall master's heart seemed to blow a cold wind, and invisible ice thorns pierced every blood vessel, and his calves and stomachs were a little tendoned.

But in a flash, he thought of one more thing: those ancient races were extinct, was it a natural disaster, or was it the wrath of the gods?

The handwriting on the animal skin scroll came to mind, the second-generation witch king who found the Celestial Realm seven hundred years ago, and the second-generation witch king who became the root of the "plague" seven hundred years later......

"The Wrath of the Gods ......"

The old hall master's words were faint, and his heart was full of thoughts, and deeper fear haunted his heart.

Burst!

The most powerful witch in the world spat out a mouthful of blood without warning, and his eyes suddenly became confused.

"Why?

Seeing that the old hall master kept talking to himself like crazy, Lu Shu finally found that something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward to check.

The arm had just put on the old hall master's shoulder, and immediately a powerful magic power came out of his body, and the great witch of the Green House was instantly knocked into the wall.

They are all ninth-level great witches, this is the strength to sit firmly in the seat of the master of the witch hall, and they will be crushed with one blow.

But Lu Shu was not injured in vain, and the old hall master finally came to his senses and helped Lu Shu up.

"Lu Shu, after you go back, the information of the Witch King and the pursuit of Kaede will be handed over to you, and you are not allowed to set foot here without my order. ”

"Dead ghost, what are you going to do?"

"Retreat, starting today, will permanently close this underground secret room, and if I don't come out for a day, I won't be allowed to open it for a day. ”

"You ......"

"The witch hall will be handed over to you for the time being. ”

Since this day, the hall master of the Witch Hall has disappeared again, no one knows where he has gone, and the affairs of the Witch Hall have also been handed over to Lu Shu, which everyone has long been used to.

And Zhuo is still running on the wall of the Witch Palace, insisting on what he believes and pursues in his heart.

Revenge! The teacher will definitely come back!

......

......

There will always be a few days when the weather in late autumn is scorching, and the autumn tiger is not screaming in vain.

Most of the tribal teams will not stay here for long after paying tribute, because their capital will never be able to complete the city like the Golden Grotto, and it is better to go home early than to be unsatisfied.

Only the great tribes would choose to stay here a little longer, and the leader was most likely a relative of the patriarch, and liked to take a large gold ingot and taste the women who wore velvet here.

The East City Gate is not as lively as a few days ago, but there are still horse teams coming from afar from time to time, pressing the timeline of the tribute to Qicheng.

And today there was a special group of guests, a new guard at the city gate showed a curious look, and the veteran soldiers on the side glanced at it, not surprised.

In front of the city gate, a strange convoy slowly approached, and when they entered, they realized that it was not horses but deer that acted as foot force.

This deer is different from ordinary mountain deer in that they are excessively strong, with horns rising from their heads and sharp teeth that make it impossible to suspect that they will easily bite off their necks.

The driver looked very obese and wore a bright red dress, which was very eye-catching.

Seeing that the newcomer had never seen the world, the veteran explained lightly: "This is the people of the Far North Clan, who came to pay tribute, they are far away from here, and now this group of people has rushed to Qicheng, and the next group of tributary teams should have set off, but it will not arrive until this time next year." ”

"A year to go?" asked the recruit, glaring.

"Well, it's going to take a year, two years back and forth. The veteran waved his hand and motioned for the convoy to enter the city without inspection.

The leader smiled, took off his hat to greet the guards, and carried the deer cart into the city.

Three days later, Zhu Ma's mansion

On this day, the Zhu Ma family set up a private banquet, and in addition to the heads of the four major witch families, there were also some leaders of powerful tribes who had not yet left.

Gatherings between the strong, this is the old rule.

And when the banquet was about to begin, a fat old man in a bright red dress walked in with a smile, holding a few energetic dogs in his hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's late. The obese old man apologized, "Everyone, it's too late, this is the best friend of our Far North Clan, and we specially selected two good ones for you." ”

As he spoke, the old man handed the leash to the servant and sat down in his place.

The head of the Zhu Ma family sneered: "Isn't it just a dog, Qicheng is rich in resources, what dog doesn't have it, you said that if this dog cooks and eats meat, will it be fragrant?"

looked at it and shook his head: "This is not the same, you see that we come here every year and wear a red coat, just to prevent falling into the ice hole north of the snow line, this dog can easily see it, and then save your life." ”

"It's not meat yet, I'm not interested in your place full of ice lumps. The Great Imperial Family Master said with a smile.

The words of the Great Imperial Family Master caused laughter, but the old man did not refute it.

Indeed, the extreme north is cold and cold, and supplies are scarce, and the environment is pleasant and abundant compared to the central region.

"Okay, okay, don't joke, let's start the party. Zhu Ma family master pressed his hand.

Immediately, one after another delicacies were served on the table, and a jar of fine wine was also brought up.

Everyone drank three rounds and cooked five flavors, and it was not until the second half of the night that they could be dispersed.

However, at the end of the day, the head of the four great witch families deliberately stopped some people, hinting that they had something to say.

When the unrelated people left, the leftovers were removed and replaced with a new round of food and wine.

"What do you mean by that, everyone?" asked the old man of the Extreme North Clan, while the rest of the people had some guesses in their minds.

The head of the Zhu Ma family smiled mysteriously, looked at the old man and said, "The land of the extreme north is too difficult, and it is really not suitable for survival." ”

The old man's heart sank, and he sighed, thinking that the Extreme North clan also lived in the central region back then, but when the twelve generations of witch kings, his ancestors participated in the rebellion of the southern barbarians and wanted to gamble.

But the gamble was lost, when the army was in Qicheng, the twelve generations of witch kings went out of the city alone to break the enemy, and with the cooperation of the witch hall, they broke up a million rebels.

Since then, the southern barbarians have collapsed, and all the tribes involved in the rebellion have been wiped out, and the Far North clan has been spared death because of their exploits thousands of years ago, but the whole clan has been sent to the Far North and deprived of their original surnames.

"Hehe......" the old man laughed self-deprecatingly, "If the ancestors hadn't gambled on that back then, Qicheng should be the Five Great Witch Families now." ”

"The Shendan clan was originally responsible for communicating with the gods and worshipping the gods, and they belonged to the branch of the Witch Palace, but it's a pity that it's ......" The head of the Xingfeng family shook his head, "But it's ......"

"But I don't know if the current Far North clan is willing to gamble again. The head of the Xiangyu family continued.