Before the age of twenty-five, he was a top student in the history department of Oxford University in England, proficient in various ancient languages, and had a unique knowledge and insight into the history of various countries in the world, and some even called him the next Edward Gibbon. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Sadly, after an undocumented underground expedition, Roquel vanished, and three months later, a young wizard named Cabas Joz began to emerge in a hidden wizarding guild.

Twenty-five is like the season of a flower to a wizard, but Casbah's performance surprised the wizard at the assembly hall, who used his innate linguistic talent to learn three hundred and sixty-five magical words in less than two months, and even some obscure pronunciations.

This is nothing short of a miracle.

Magic text is a general text, its pronunciation is very special, some are extremely high, some are extremely low, some are long and gentle, and even some can only be used by dragons, demons and other creatures with strong bloodlines.

If you want to learn this language, it is not enough to rely on the vocal cords, you must master the magic resonance, and use magic instead of vocal cord oscillations to simulate these syllables, but magical resonance is a skill that can only be mastered by high-level wizards, and it does not belong to a wizard apprentice who has only learned magic for two months.

The wizards of the guild hall considered Kasbah Joz to be a once-in-a-century genius and did their best to train him, and the young wizard lived up to his trust, using his family status and his status as a historian to improve the bad reputation that wizards had accumulated for a long time, and even the wizarding academy was created by him on his own initiative and in conjunction with the government.

Amy walked in front and whispered about Joz's life.

Hearing this, John finally understood why a wizard could move freely in the barracks and talk to the knights of the Church as mortal enemies on an equal footing.

Several people walked down the entrance deep in the ruins.

The narrow passage spreads to the deepest place, with two forks in the middle, one leading to the Night Demon's lair and the other to the underground space.

Instead of searching the Daredevil's lair, the group went straight down, and as the depth increased, the temperature around them began to drop, and by the time they reached the bottom, the temperature was close to freezing.

"What a rich ice elemental!"

Joz frowned slightly, his perception of the elements was very keen, such a rich ice element could only be seen on some plateau glaciers, and it was strange in the depths of the mountains.

"We're almost there."

Amy whispered, then took a few steps back and pulled Rachoz's sleeve,

"Teacher, what are you going to do next?"

"Don't worry, as long as I find the energy bridge point of the ice element, I can use reverse tracking magic to find the origin location of the elemental heart."

Joz patted the girl on the shoulder to reassure her, it was a plan he had made overnight last night, and he had all the equipment needed to use the reverse tracking magic.

"That's good!"

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, her clenched fist slowly loosened, she didn't have much time, only two days, and she didn't want to waste every second.

At this moment, the witcher who was leading the way in front suddenly stopped, turned off the magic light wand used for lighting, and said in a very low voice,

"There's something up ahead!"

Hearing this, the expressions of the three of them changed,

Could it be the Daredevil?

As soon as this idea came out, John rejected it, and with what he knew about Simbaru, unless Fenrir died and the winged man disappeared without a trace, otherwise, with that guy's nature of being afraid of death, he would not dare to come back.

The witcher made a silent gesture, holding his sword in both hands, lowering his pace, moving down like a cat.

Walking out of the passage, a blue light rushed in front of him, accompanied by a biting cold, and the surrounding temperature dropped a few points.

A huge icicle full three meters wide appeared in front of it, and the icicle shimmered with starlight, like stars, dyeing the entire space pale blue.

What a rich ice element!

Even the witcher, who didn't know much about magic, felt the frost rushing in the air, and he leaned sideways, looking at the figure standing next to the icicle out of the corner of his eye, intentionally or unconsciously.

Wearing a black cloak, a black snake mask on his face, and a snake staff in his hand, judging by the tall body and the thin scales on his wrists, this strange creature is not a purebred human.

The strange man didn't notice that there was a sudden gaze around him, and he still chanted a long list of incomprehensible incantations in an obscure, whispering tone.

Clouds of pitch-black mist flew out of its sleeves and melted into the icicles, and slowly, the icicles melted away, little by little, and the translucent droplets of water fell to the ground and merged into a small stream.

This kind of thing......

The demon hunter frowned, his eyes were full of doubts, he had never seen such a thing in his more than ten years of demon hunting career,

Could it be a lizardman?

Shaking his head, he dismissed the idea, as the lizardmen had a thick tail and were much larger, and they couldn't use magic.

Perhaps, it is not a species of this world?

Thinking of this, the witcher withdrew his gaze, turned back to the group, and described what he had just seen in alternating spoken and written words.

Nearly 7 feet tall, wearing a Black Snake mask, scaly wrists, and using Black Mist......

Joz and Amy thought about it and shook their heads.

The three of them turned to look at the Wingman, as the initiators of this operation, they naturally had to follow each other's orders.

John was silent, his wings raised, and then slashed.

……

Unlike the two elements of thunder and fire, where the ice element gathers, there are often large areas of ice crystals in the form of matter around it, which is its characteristic, but it is very troublesome for wizards.

The thick icicles are constantly melting, and there is a lot of clear water on the ground, but there is no white mist produced when ice crystallizes water.

The surroundings were as quiet as the secret chamber, except for the crackling of the burning torch, and suddenly, the strange man who was concentrating on chanting the spell turned his head, and a pair of viper-like eyes hidden under the mask stared at the entrance behind him.

A gray sword, a pair of powerful hands, a man with gray hair but not old.

"Human!"

The strange man roared under his breath, and the black mist churned violently, and some of it extended outward, turning into a black python, roaring and rushing towards the witcher.

Carl quickly cast the witcher's exclusive spell, the gray sword trembled, and a ghostly light appeared on the blade.

Ha!

He shouted, raised his sword and slashed at the python, the long sword broke through the air, and clicked on the python's neck from a strange cut,

Bang!

The snake's head fell to the ground, turned into a puddle of black mist and disappeared, and in the next second, a new snake's head grew on its neck, attacking forward at a faster speed.

Karl's expression remained unchanged, his left foot took a step back, centered on his right foot, and spun like a spinning top, countless gray sword shadows spread around his body, forming a brilliant light curtain, the air was cold and whistling, and the sword wind was agitating everywhere, forming a large ripple like flower petals.

"Rose Sword Dance!"

In the back passage, Amy's eyes widened, and she couldn't take her eyes off this high-level swordsmanship that combines beauty and danger, this is the unique swordsmanship of the witcher, she had only seen it in books describing witchers before, but she didn't expect it to be so strong.