Dead.

"No ——!!!"

A girl's scream suddenly rang out.

Then, in the room belonging to Angel in Cowper Manor, the lights of the hanging wind chimes were quietly lit.

Deal with the maid who heard the movement and came to inquire.

The girl in a pure white sleeveless nightdress had already sat up, leaning limply on the head of the bed.

"Whew... Whew..."

Ten slender fingers dug into the satin-like hair, and he couldn't help but breathe hard, trying to calm the fear he had experienced in his nightmare.

At this time.

She was already a fourteen-year-old slim girl, her white jade-like forehead was covered with cold sweat, and even the white nightdress on her body was soaked with sweat from her back, and it was wet and sticky to her smooth skin.

After a long while, Angel barely calmed down her trembling heart, pulled her slightly messy long hair behind her ears, and gently patted her face.

"Teacher..."

Although he tried his best to control himself, he still couldn't help but think back to the terrible scene in the dream just now.

Rattling laughter, crows flying in the sky, mold-covered islands, layers of miserable dead corpses, collapsed crystal caves, buried in caves, devoured by mycelium... Teacher!

The scenes that kept coming to mind made Angel no longer sleepy.

"Relax, Angel! It's just a dream.

Tomorrow, I will borrow the spirit messenger of the 'Violet Eye' to send a message to the teacher, he is already an official wizard and a powerful third-order branded swordsman, and he will definitely not have an accident.

And even if the teacher is in danger, I can't help him with my current strength.

You have to break through to the official wizard as quickly as possible. Are you right, Minnie?"

If you want to say that who in this world knows the most about Ai Wen's strength level, it must be the little apprentice Angel who has the same lineage.

Especially after Evan's arrival in the New World to break through the official wizards, he sent messengers to teach her correspondence without interruption.

Now, Angel not only knows Ai Wen's current cultivation progress, but even the full set of rune carvings of the "Life Tree Totem Warrior" have been given to her by Ai Wen as teaching materials.

Gently hugged the holy white crystal that lit up slightly on the side of her pillow, as if she could understand the meaning of her words.

Angel looked at the still thick night outside, lifted the silky silk quilt and jumped out of bed barefoot, and decided to start a new day of study and life now.

Smack... Smack...

The soles of the feet, still stained with a little sweat as white as the moonlight, left a series of small and delicate footprints on the smooth wooden floor.

Click-

Reaching for a corner of the bedroom, reaching open a wooden door that opened on the floor, and following a wooden staircase down the basement.

The hanging wind chimes that have been placed here have lit up on their own, completely illuminating a well-renovated, fully equipped wizarding laboratory.

Although it is underground, there is no sense of suffocation, but there is a faint fresh smell in the forest after the rain.

It has been sealed down by Angel with the strongest witchcraft ritual she can currently use, and is able to meet everything she needs for her current apprenticeship.

Of course, it was impossible for her to carry out experiments that were too dangerous to carry out in the manor, but with the good relationship between the teacher and the "Violet Eye", the laboratories there, including the public library, were also open to her.

However, the laboratory itself can also see how hard Angel is. Almost except for meals and necessary rest, she spends most of her time here.

If the house can also have a rank, Anqi is at least a senior level.

Exceptional talent combined with extreme effort.

Even without the aid of digital vision, Angel is the same as Aven, but it only took two years to reach the threshold before the official wizard.

With the exception of the sorcery of the Talisman series, most of the pre-productions for official wizard promotions have now been almost completed!

Knock –

Angel has been inseparable from herself for the past two years, and the holy white crystal named Minnie Mouse is placed on its exclusive wooden tray on the test bench.

Remove the "Evil Spirit Dust" and a series of auxiliary materials from the cupboard where the materials were stored.

Finally, I made up my mind to use this very rare and extraordinary material to try to prepare a "psychic potion" from tonight.

And it is derived from a new formula that has been improved by Aven, especially a major improvement in the metaphysical dosage of "Evil Spirit Dust".

Because the "spirit tides" take the epoch as the major cycle and the movement of the moon as the small cycle, there will be slight fluctuations in the local area at any time, which will have a significant impact on the "psychic potions" that are trying to establish contact with the spirit world.

Aiwen's original plan was to invent a prop to observe the "Spirit Tides", and add "Evil Spirit Dust" according to the size of the tide fluctuations, so as to increase the success rate.

However, he has not been able to make such a prop so far, because he simply cannot find a material that is more sensitive and reliable than the wizard's soul itself, which is more sensitive to spiritual fluctuations.

Therefore, his final contribution to the school's secret scroll, The Rite of Flesh, was a new sorcery spell [Acute], which temporarily strengthened the wizard's apprentice's perception of the spirit world.

The casting condition is that two couriers of the same origin are required, each in two worlds to assist.

And it can't last too long, otherwise it will be like exploring the spirit world before it reaches the standard, and the soul will gradually be assimilated by the fluctuations of the spirit world.

Exhale lightly.

Stemming from the quality of a wizard, before the potion preparation began, the girl had completely calmed down and regained her original crystal-like clean and clear temperament.

Po –

Using candles, essential oils, and silver daggers as props, a spiritual barrier and barrier wall were erected, separating the laboratory from the outside world both physically and spiritually.

"Goo-doo... Goo-too..."

When winter and spring meet, day and night, the spring water taken from 14.2857 cm below the surface of the water begins to boil slowly.

Great deer flower fungus, nine-knotted grass, sage grass, hell bell (mandala flower), heaven blue... The same is neatly arranged on the test bench.

All of these auxiliary materials were collected by Evan from the New World, where the "Magic Element" was highly active, and then carefully concocted, and then sent to Angel by the demonized creature-level White Seagull.

It can be said that for his little apprentice, Ai Wen gave all the most convenient and abundant conditions within his ability, just to not let material restrictions hinder Anqi's growth.

Even those junior disciples in large schools are treated like this.

Angel and Dilis have always maintained interaction and contact, and they are not closed to the news of the wizarding world, of course they understand the value of the teacher's "heart".

He is also determined to repay Aiwen's expectations with his own practical actions.

"Teacher, Angel will be able to help you soon!"

......

Twittering...

The trees in the rolling mountains and forests are tall and verdant, and two hard-working birds of the demonic creature level are re-entrenching their nests that have unexpectedly collapsed due to the rainy season.

Suddenly.

Crackling!

A glittering pale blue thunderbolt flew through the treetops, paused for a moment, and then disappeared from the end of their sight.

If it weren't for the low altitude, they would almost have thought it was their own kind flying across the treetops.

In the midst of the gallop.

It didn't take too long, and Aven, who was dressed in a decent hunting suit with long boots on his feet, had already followed Milan's guidance in the psychic network, and landed at the door of the new residence of the Windat tribe with a gust of wind.

Whew-

"Huh?"

Looking at the large blood stains on the ground that have not been cleaned up, and the fungal spores that are stuck to the blood and are almost visible to the naked eye.

It was clearly a bloodshed that might have been small in scale, but certainly tragic enough.

"Your Excellency General, please follow me!"

Following the people who had been waiting here for a long time, Aven was able to enter the inner tribe of the Huron for the first time.

Previously, after receiving Milan's urgent request for help, Evan knew that they were in a lot of trouble this time, but he didn't expect the speed of the mastermind behind the scenes to be so fast.

And when the germs were spreading everywhere, they did not continue to target the Nemansters, but the indigenous Atlions.

The logic and purpose of the show are incomprehensible, the Nemansters, the Anumama, the Atrians... It's like a mad dog, biting whoever it catches.

And although the Windat tribe has a lot of high-end strength, it even has multiple third-order powerhouses.

However, in this sudden upheaval, due to the ignorance of this disease and those [cyst attendants], although the casualties were not large, a large number of unsuspecting people in the tribe were unfortunately hit.

When Evan followed the receptionist to Milan.

As the only person who has been exposed to this germ, he is directing seven or eight official-level shamans to preliminarily treat patients and prevent the further spread of the [Super Cyst Fungus].

Even if he belongs to the "prophecy school", Milan is still a wizard anyway, and this kind of thing is still difficult for him.

Even that well-organized and commanding look made Apusuya's beautiful eyes shine brightly on the side. changed the image of the original heroic and handsome female warrior, and poured tea and water to ask for warmth, which made Milan seem to be a little happy...

It wasn't until Aven arrived that he abdicated to make way for Xian.

Half a day later.

Under Aven's guidance, the shaman combined his own witchcraft heritage with primitive medicine to create a potion that was enough to cure the sick.

But it's okay to treat a few people with extraordinary means, but it's a drop in the bucket to deal with hundreds or thousands of patients.

In the face of this situation, even the powerful totem god "Giant Bear Spirit" Grenham is helpless, although they are very powerful in their own sphere of power, but most of their magic abilities come from instinct, not knowledge, and are extremely restrictive.

Even when dealing with this [cyst fungus], this powerful totem god who was comparable to a fourth-order transcendent might not be as good as an experienced old shaman.

Different from the large-scale replication of scientific products, the biggest limitation of Chaofan, at least the extraordinary products that have developed to the current stage, is that it is difficult to mass-produce and then benefit every member of the current social system.

So saving one person can use supernatural power, but what about thousands of people?

After using witch medicine to heal the high-ranking major figures of several tribes, the remaining ordinary people could not sit idly by and watch them die like this.

Moreover, according to the unscrupulous style of the mastermind behind the scenes, who can guarantee that tomorrow's unguardable "dark clouds" will not fall on their own heads?

So after making a copy of the "Epidemic Prevention Manual" to the Windat tribe, Aven pulled the reluctant Milan:

"Let's go back to the colony and join Roddy.

He said he knew of a very skilled M.D., Mr. Taylor, who might be able to help us. ”

"Wait, Your Excellency, for the sake of my people, I'll go with you!"