In a deep mountain hundreds of miles away from the village of Rodri, a black mist-shrouded magician tower quietly towered in the forest, and the surrounding trees had decayed and withered, but they were showing their teeth and claws, looking extremely hideous. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mage Edson, is the owner of the Wizard's Tower. He was gray-haired, his face was withered and thin, wrinkled, and he looked droopy and old.

He was wearing a black mage robe, which was a little tattered, but the mage robe was shining and looked extraordinary.

A day earlier, he had released the locusts that had been cultivated for twenty years. After his careful cultivation, these locusts are not only large and vigorous, but also able to feed back the life essence they have collected, delaying his aging and death.

He waited twenty years, just for today.

Hundreds of thousands of locust larvae have been in the dirt for twenty years, just for today.

Master Edson was thrilled.

As long as the Locust gathers enough life essence, he will be able to prolong his lifespan and live for another few decades.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but smile happily on his ravine-crisscrossed old face. He watched as hundreds of thousands of locust larvae emerged from the soil, then molted into adult locusts and flew towards the human village.

Wherever the locusts passed, both animals and plants were gnawed clean, and the ground was thousands of miles away, and no grass grew.

One of the closest human villages to his mage tower was devastated, with crops, livestock, and even villagers gnawed away from all their bones.

Only a small number of people escaped.

After destroying one village, the Locusts continue to move in a straight line, then the second, and then the third, until all the Locusts can't eat anything...... Eventually, the locust will turn back along the road and return to him, waiting for him to pick the ripe fruit.

Thinking of this, Mage Edson couldn't help but grin.

Mage Edson was patiently waiting for the Locust to return.

As soon as it gets dark, the locusts will turn back the way they came. It was already evening, and he could feel some of the locusts returning.

Each locust is full of the breath of life essence and is full of vitality.

Edson's smile was even happier.

"Come back soon. Edson was excited, he couldn't wait, the feast he had been waiting for for more than 20 years would be the beginning of his rebirth.

The returning Locust will enter his Mage's Tower.

His mage tower has a furnace of life that extracts life essence and condenses crystals that can extend lifespan.

The locusts are familiar with the way to drill into the furnace of life. In its soul imprint, the crucible of life is its nest, and it will return to this nest when it gets dark.

Specks of green light rose from the fat locust's body, then coalesced into droplets and flowed into the container at the bottom of the furnace.

The locust that contributed the essence of life immediately lost weight three times, staggered out of the furnace of life, and then burrowed into the black dirt around the mage tower, waiting for dawn tomorrow.

Edson's heart burned as he watched a locust burrow into his furnace of life.

One end, two ends......

Ten, twenty......

A hundred... 200 heads......

500 heads...... Edson's grin grew as he watched more and more locusts return.

It's just that these five hundred locusts covering the sky have collected the life essence that is already the size of a fist. If hundreds of thousands of locusts have contributed the essence of life, then he can not only live for decades, but even break through the shackles of life and become a god and become holy.

However, after 500 heads, Edson could not see a single locust returning.

He had already expected to lose some of the locusts, but even if he lost a small part, there would not be only about 500 locusts left.

Edson thought it was ridiculous.

No one dares to face hundreds of thousands of locusts. Even the army and the mage corps did not dare to stop his army of locusts.

And he was very careful, specially choosing remote places for stocking, just to reduce the loss of locusts covering the sky, these remote places, there are few high-end forces, even if there are one or two high-end forces, they dare not face his army of locusts.

So the losses of the army of locusts should be minimal.

"Perhaps, I am lost. Edson comforted himself.

He waited patiently, for the soul sigil imprinted on the Locust would cause the Locust to obey its soul call and return to its place of birth.

However, an hour passed, and the sky was completely dark. Edson never saw a locust return.

That's weird! Edson suffered from gains and losses, and almost had a heart attack. His withered body was in dire need of life essence replenishment, otherwise, he wouldn't survive next year.

"What's going on?" Mage Edson's wrinkled face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, he exuded his spiritual power, checked the surrounding situation, and found that except for the breath of hundreds of locusts around the mage tower, there was no other breath of locusts covering the sky at all.

He took in a locust and invaded it with his spiritual power, wanting to see the information it saw.

With a click, Edson crushed the locust in his hand, and the smelly green bodily fluids flowed from his fingers.

He saw the final picture, a dense fog of flames, and farmlands that resembled the Grim Reaper, and as soon as they entered those fields, the locusts would die. It's weird. Edson was puzzled.

Could it be that farmland has been blessed with magic?

But what spell could quietly kill the sky-covering locusts that he had carefully cultivated for twenty years?

His Covering Locust is invulnerable to fire and water, and is immune to certain magical attacks. Otherwise, it would not be said that these locusts were the treasures that he had carefully cultivated for twenty years.

He also took in a locust that covered the sky, and his spiritual power invaded it.

Edson still saw the dense fog of flames and the farmland in the area of the Grim Reaper, and in the final frame, he saw a tower-like structure standing tall.

"Mage Tower?" Edson's face shook, and his old face was almost wrinkled into a chrysanthemum.

Even if there was a mage tower nearby and a mage inside, he didn't believe that a mage could wipe out his sky-covering locust.

As long as someone attacks, the overwhelming locusts will rush over and destroy them as soon as possible.

"What the hell is going on?" Edson's face was fierce.

He finally knew why only a few hundred of the hundreds of thousands of locusts had returned, and it was because of the farmland that resembled the Grim Reaper.

As soon as you enter that farmland, not a single locust will survive.

It's terrifying! What kind of magic is there in that farmland?

Edson trembled, angry and afraid that the mage would track him down and find out who he was.

As a notorious dark mage wanted by the Magic Society, Edson must hide his message.

"Damn mage!" Edson cursed, taking out the life essence condensed in the Crucible of Life and swallowing it in one gulp.

The surging vitality filled his withered body, and his skin began to plump up, like the skin of a dead tree, also bloody, gradually plumping.

But this change only lasted for a short time before it stopped.

Edson looked at his half-wrinkled skin, touched his face, which had only regained half of his wrinkles, and let out an angry roar: "This revenge!

His heart was bleeding.

He hid incognito, hidden deep in the mountains and old forests, and painstakingly cultivated the treasure for 20 years, but was destroyed by someone, leaving only a pitiful 500 heads...... Not even a fraction!

Such a little life essence can only extend his life for a year and a half, he is simply a big loss, and he wants to die!

The endless monstrous anger erupted like a volcano in Edson's heart.

He swore that he would have to break the corpse of the mage who had hindered his sanctification into a god.

"I'm going to kill you!" Edson spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

He walked out of the Mage's Tower, following the foraging trail of the locust, all the way away.