"Master, here is the flesh we took from the sleeping old gods.

Its peculiarity lies in the fact that each complete cell is relatively independent, and will continue to divide and multiply indefinitely even if it is separated from the mother.

Through research and experimentation, we have found that if the flesh and blood of these ancient gods are put into a certain world, then the planet will quickly be polluted from the inside, and then infiltrate and corrupt all living life with the flow of soil and water.

Once intelligent beings are infected, their minds and consciousness will quickly become insane, and then endless dark desires will arise.

Eventually, the entire planet will become a part of the Old Gods once and for all.

And the accumulation of dark desires and madness of those intelligent beings to a certain extent will give birth to a distorted consciousness that cannot be described in words.

When consciousness is combined with flesh and blood, a new old god is born.

That said, this unknown form of transcendent life actually bears a lot of similarities to the Elder Gods of Azeroth that we're studying.

They all have very strong vitality, corrosive ability and adaptation to extreme environments, once they appear on a certain planet, it is basically very difficult to completely eradicate them, even if they are temporarily suppressed and sealed, it is only a little delay.

Most importantly, during the window period when the old gods were born and self-consciousness awakened from their slumber, it can be replaced by the consciousness of another person.

We can combine the flesh and blood of the Old Gods with the oil to make a devastating bioweapon......

Accompanied by a Compleat Vedalken from the Blue Faction of New Phyrexia, he pointed to the large, unspeakable thing full of tentacles and eyes in the laboratory, and talked about his research topic.

He looked so excited and excited that he was dancing a little bit.

The reason is simple!

The Vidalkens were originally a race of knowledge, technology, and exploration of the unknown.

Although they have been compleatized by the oil, the curiosity that is ingrained in their bones has never changed.

Now, these Vidalkens are not only exposed to a huge amount of new knowledge every day, but also have endless topics to study.

In contrast, Zuo Si looked much calmer, and he didn't show too much surprise at the so-called ancient god in front of him, just nodded slightly.

After all, he had already seen the Elder Gods of Azeroth, and had even sealed one of them, Yogsaron, in the Void Gazing Staff.

The overlap between the two in terms of ability and role is even as high as more than 90 percent.

Probably the only advantage is that it is relatively easy to control.

After all, even mortals can take advantage of the old gods' slumber to complete the seizure and replace them with their own minds, wills, and souls.

Just as Zuo Si was about to say something, a powerful divine power suddenly tore through the magical protection that shrouded the outer layer of Mutahar's Floating City.

The cacophony of alarms in the laboratory was even more relentless.

Before anyone else could react, a beautiful woman dressed in a dark silk robe, with delicate fair skin and long black hair, appeared out of thin air, it was Midnight, the third generation of Toriel's goddess of magic.

And in her arms, she still holds a baby with an ever-changing appearance.

"Dismiss the alarm!"

Seeing that it was an old acquaintance, Zuo Si immediately raised his hand and gave an order to the artificial intelligence that controls the safety of the laboratory.

Moment!

The alarm, which was screeching one second, disappeared the next.

And the guards who had swarmed from all sides quickly retreated.

"I've finally found you. Here, this is your newborn child, and I will give her to you now."

Midnight subconsciously glanced at the twisted piece of meat in the lab's peeling container, and went straight to the point without any nonsense.

"My heir?!"

Zuo Si was stunned for a moment, and then quickly recalled that today should be Aisha's due date with super memory.

But his reaction was obvious

However, Midnight, who still had some of the memories and personalities of mortals, was quite dissatisfied, and immediately raised his eyebrows and asked, "You have even forgotten the time of your wife's childbirth? As a husband, you're really derelict enough of your duties."

"I'm sorry, but I've been to a place where time is very chaotic twice in a row recently, and I don't even have a concept of time at all, so I'm a little sluggish about the flow of time."

As he spoke, Zuo Si took over the daughter who had just turned into an energy mass from the hands of the goddess, feeling this little young body connected to his bloodline.

Although he had long expected that his offspring would definitely be not ordinary, such a strange state still surprised him obviously.

Midnight rolled his eyes angrily at this almost perfunctory explanation and apology: "Although this is a political marriage, your coldness and ruthlessness really opened my eyes.

You know?

The poor mortal woman almost died in the delivery room.

Because your newborn heir has almost caused the entire palace and even the magic net of the Port Carlin to collapse just by absorbing energy once.

For ordinary people, this little guy is too powerful and dangerous.

It is best not to let her return to Fallon alone unless you are accompanied by you.

I don't want to do nothing every day and chase her to repair the vast nets that have been destroyed."

In the face of the goddess's complaints and complaints, Zuo Si had already exercised invulnerability, water and fire did not invade his face, and while trying to stabilize his form with the little guy in his arms, he asked without looking back, "What is going on? Why did my daughter become like this? Wasn't she fine when she was examined by the priest before?"

"I think it might have something to do with your identity as a traveling mage, and the spark-connected Dark Void."

Midnight said his guess without thinking.

"The Dark Void?"

Zuo Si's expression suddenly became serious.

Because nothing that has anything to do with the Dark Void is a trivial matter.

Midnight patiently explained, "If I'm not mistaken, you should have started trying to draw strength from that place of chaos, disorder, primordial energy, and matter, right?"

"Yes." Zuo Si nodded slightly, and then asked again, "What do you mean...... The power of the Dark Void has indirectly affected my descendants?"

Midnight patiently explained, "It's not just an impact, it's an irreversible reinvention.

Don't forget, from the time you became the lord of the ninth layer of Bato's Hell, you were already an out-and-out god-like power.

And all the gods and quasi-divine powers, their power will be more or less mapped to the heirs.

This is why they are more likely to become heroes or new gods than mortals.

And your strength expands so fast, so that the fetus needs to constantly receive and adapt to new abilities as it grows, and its external form naturally cannot be easily stabilized.

In the end, coupled with the influence of the chaotic logic and primordial energy of the Dark Void, it became what it is now.

Now all you have to do is make this little guy self-aware as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult for her to stabilize her form."

"Damn! It's not going to be easy."

Zuo Si suddenly felt a headache.

Because just now, he managed to stabilize his daughter in the state of a human baby for less than a minute, and then turned into a young dragon and wanted to flap its wings and fly.

Since there is no self-consciousness, all actions originate from primitive biological instincts.

Unless coercive means are used, there is no way to control it, and he is completely a living ancestor.

"Hah!

You just take your time, I've done my part anyway.

Be careful, she's a true god-like power, and can draw energy from her surroundings at will.

As for whether there are any other abilities, it is unknown for the time being."

After saying this, thoroughly

With words of schadenfreude, the goddess of magic disappeared in an instant.

To be exact, with the help of the connection of the Brigade Mage's Spark, he returned to Faeron.

"What am I going to do with you now?"

Zuo Si tried his best to control the little point in his arms, which was not at all restless, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

You must know that an ordinary human baby is enough to toss the parents ***, not to mention a god-like baby who has the ability to transform and powerful supernatural powers.

It's very difficult to just keep her from running around or to avoid causing devastating damage.

Because within a few seconds of leaving at midnight, four New Phyrexian creations and two intelligent golems in the laboratory were brutally murdered, and they were directly crushed alive by the force field that suddenly formed.

And all this is just their appearance that arouses the curiosity of the baby.

Thanks to Zuosi's quick reaction, he bends reality to restore these unlucky eggs to their original state.

"Great Father of New Phyrexia, I may be able to craft a small baby box for you using the technique of preserving the spark of the Compleat Brigade mage. That way, you don't have to worry about your daughter running away......

Before Jin Gitaxias could finish his words, the hard body that had been strengthened many times was suddenly twisted into twist on the spot under the action of some huge force.

The screeching sound of metal twisting and colliding is as uncomfortable and uncomfortable as a fingernail scratching a blackboard.

What's even worse is that the oil engine was directly crushed, and a large amount of oil gushed out along the gap like no money.

"Don't say anything to her face that might be bad for her.

Although this little dot is not self-aware for the time being, it has god-like powers and can perceive both good and bad intentions.

Any speech or action that may be threatening has a high probability of triggering her self-protection mechanism.

In other words, she will try to kill all living beings that pose a threat to her."

Zuo Si restored the Blue Judge to his original state and reminded him.

"What a terrible power! Can you manipulate energy, form force fields, and sense good and bad intentions at will?"

Since the New Phyrexian creatures basically don't have such emotions as fear, instead of caring about the fact that they almost lost their minds, Jin-Gitaxias began to take a huge interest in babies that were constantly changing shapes.

"No, there's more to her abilities than that, there's probably a lot more to unshown.

That's why I have a headache about what to do with her.

Can you imagine how dangerous it is for a baby who has no concept of good and evil, but who can easily destroy a world?

The Goddess of Magic brought her from the Faren Continent at midnight, and it is estimated that she also wants to get rid of a *** annoyance."

With that, Zuo Si began to try to build a protective barrier constructed of god-like power around his daughter's side.

However, this enchantment is reversed, not to protect the baby inside, but to ensure that she can't easily release her power.

Perhaps because she felt a connection to her father's blood, the baby girl did not resist this behavior, but watched it with wide eyes and curiosity.

When the enchantment was completed, Zuo Si breathed a sigh of relief, held up his daughter, who had transformed into a devil, and asked, "Now let me give you a name. What do you think?"

"Babble—"

The baby girl waved her hands and tail and let out a cheerful cry.

"How about I call you Annie, then?" Princess Anne, that sounds pretty good."

Zuo Si continued to ask for the opinion of this little bit.

Because she is not an ordinary baby, she has her own name in her mind from the moment she is born.

The baby girl let out a giggle laugh at this moment, apparently accepting the name, and then began to writhe restlessly, as if her body was full of inexhaustible exuberant energy.

As a god-like power, little Anne obviously doesn't need to sleep, let alone rest and breastfeed.

Through the observation just now, Zuo Si can basically confirm that when she feels hungry, she will subconsciously draw energy from her surroundings.

Since the Traveling Mage Spark itself connects to different worlds, it's not too much of a problem.

The immediate priority is to generate the self-consciousness of the little guy in front of her as soon as possible, and then let her stabilize her form without using her power to kill and destroy at will.

Otherwise, if you think about it at all, the slightest distraction may lead to unimaginable horror and tragedy.

In order to do this, he directly ordered Jin-Gitaxia to make a box containing a lot of knowledge and information, and by letting little Anne play with this box, he could quickly absorb enough information to grow quickly mentally and intellectually.

During this period, Zuo Si didn't dare to be distracted at all, and spent all his time and energy almost 24 hours a day on watching and teaching his daughter.

At least until this little guy can control his power, basically don't expect to be able to spare extra energy to do other things himself, at best, send an avatar or projection to deal with it a little.

……

At the same time, as the news of the birth of a god-like power continued to spread by the Empress of the West Coast Empire, Dumbledore, who was drinking and resting near a roadside inn near Neverwinter, finally learned from a trader.

His first reaction was similar to that of most people, ranging from shock to disbelief at first.

But soon the wise old man realized that it should be true.

After all, he had seen the war that Zos had waged in the world of Azeroth, and the terrifying sight of Northrend Storm Cliffs after slaying the ancient god Yogsaron.

Understand how terrible this young man who once went to school at Hogwarts has now become.

As his heir, it is not impossible to be a god-like power from birth.

What's more, the source of this news is the bishop of the Goddess of Magic Church in Port Carlin, and the other party has no reason or need to lie.

"Time flies so fast, I can't believe that even Soth has a child of his own. I don't know what will become of Hogwarts and the wizarding world after I leave."

Dumbledore took a sip of the mead in his glass and muttered something to a low voice.

At this moment, he no longer had the friendly and benevolent appearance he had when he was the headmaster, his eyes were as sharp as daggers, and there were even many blood spots on the white mage robe on his body.

The long sword hanging from his waist faintly exuded a faint smell of blood.

Any experienced adventurer can tell that the old man dressed as a mage must have killed a lot of people, monsters, or beasts recently.

In fact, due to the lack of urgency, Dumbledore set out from Ascatla, and the journey took more than two months.

He did not take a quick and convenient airship, nor did he choose to take a boat, but rode alone through the cloudy mountains, stopping at Naxikai, Belgoust, Candlefort, Baldur's Gate, Dragonspear Castle, Dagger Beach and other towns along the way, to appreciate the customs and customs of this world.

He was even warmly welcomed by Kylburn and Leila when he was in Waterdeep, and the two had a pleasant exchange in the field of magic for ten days.

Finally, I set out on my journey to Neverwinter.

Of course, as part of the great adventure, all kinds of monsters, beasts and robbers are indispensable.

Despite the Westcoast Empire's gradual control of the Northlands, which had been extensively cleaned up by rewarding and hiring adventurers, Dumbledore had been fought no less than thirty times.

There are easy ones like goblins and kobolds, as well as less difficult ones like gnolls, orcs, lizardmen, ogres, and trolls.

Animals such as wolves, wild boars, bears, leopards, tigers and giant spiders are commonplace.

The most dangerous one even encountered four pterosaurs that fell from the sky and almost became it

Food in our mouths.

In these thrilling battles, Dumbledore's desire for adventure and the thrill of brushing shoulders with death were completely stimulated, and his use of magic in this world became more and more proficient.

Compared to teaching and educating people in school, this is the life he really wants to live.

Just as the old man was picking up his plate and preparing to eat something to cushion his stomach, he suddenly heard a man dressed as an adventurer next to him gritting his teeth and complaining after drinking all the wine in the cup, "Damn! We couldn't have come at the right time."

"Oh? Why?"

Another guest dressed as a businessman next to him asked curiously.

"Hey, hey! You haven't been to Neverwinter yet, have you?" The adventurer asked rhetorically with a sneer.

The merchant hurriedly nodded, "Yes, I was planning to go to Neverwinter to make deliveries, and by the way, I would buy some ironware, salt, cloth, condiments, and wine to sell to the barbarian tribes in the forest."

"If you'll treat me to a glass of the best liquor in the store, I'll tell you a secret about Neverwinter."

The adventurer very simply offered a quid pro quo.

This is also a common practice in taverns and inns.

If you want to ask someone for news, it's the bare minimum to ask them for a good drink.

If you have more important information or exclusive information, you will have to pay extra gold as a reward.

The merchant subconsciously glanced at the wine cabinet behind the bar, and found that the most expensive liquor in the store was actually a bottle of fine brandy worth thirty-five gold coins.

This means that a drink will cost at least one or two gold coins.

Such a "huge" cost obviously made him feel very painful as a small business.

While the merchant hesitated, Dumbledore tossed two gold coins minted by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth: "Pour him a glass of your best wine."

Seeing that someone was paying for it, the bartender immediately opened the bottle of "Treasure of the Town Store" and poured a full cup for the mercenary without saying a word.

The latter looked intoxicated and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and then took a big sip, and his originally slightly pale skin suddenly became a little red, obviously under the influence of a high concentration of alcohol.

But fortunately, he quickly shook his head vigorously to bring himself back to his senses, and sighed with a smile, "What a good wine! Thank you!"

"You're welcome. Now you can start telling the secrets you know." Dumbledore urged quietly.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that there are rumors that an inexplicable epidemic is starting to occur in Neverwinter.

Especially in places where the poor live, many violent coughs can be heard.

One of the guards revealed to me that even the church of Tyre, the god of justice, could not come up with a solution for the time being.

If this continues, Neverwinter may have to be placed under martial law, or even completely shut down the city and forbid anyone to go out."

The adventurer told what he knew.

As he mentioned, it's really no secret.

Because every merchant and traveler who has entered Neverwinter lately can feel the tension and panic in it.

After all, it's been a long time since Talona turned from evil to neutrality, and it's been a long time since a massive outbreak of disease like this has occurred in a populated area.

"What do you mean...... Plague?!"

The merchant's face changed drastically.

After all, if a plague broke out in Neverwinter, it would be those of them who were engaged in trade that would be hit hardest.

The adventurer nodded solemnly, "Yes, it's the plague. Although it is not known exactly what is going on, it is said that a small number of infected people have already begun to die. In addition, the cemetery has also issued a new rule that all those who die of illness must be cremated before they can be buried in the grave."

"The gods are above! It's horrible!"

Another halfling next to him, who had heard the conversation, exclaimed.

But anyone with a modicum of common sense understands that if a contagious epidemic can

The priest of the temple can't cure it, so it must have something to do with magic.

Even the magic plague that was deliberately created must have a huge conspiracy behind it.

Especially at present, the towns in the Northland are gradually accepting the direct or indirect rule of the West Coast Empire, which will inevitably touch some vested interests.

If they unite to do things in the shadows, they may once again be ravaged by war in this land that is gradually prospering.

"Blessed by the goddess of wealth! Looks like I'm going to have to find a way to get the delivery done quickly before the city closes and leave. Otherwise, if you are locked inside, it will be doomed."

The merchant prayed to his patron saint with a devout face.

While the customers around the bar were distracted by the news, only Dumbledore remained unchanged, just touching the thick beard on his chin and whispering, "Has it started?" Looks like I can't go on like this anymore."

With that, he ate the food on his plate at great speed, then left the money for the hotel and the drink and food, and rode on the white horse that accompanied him all the way, and began to gallop in the direction of Neverwinter.

It only took more than an hour to reach the destination.

This time, instead of going around to enjoy the local scenery and taste all kinds of delicacies as before, the old man quickly came to the location of the castle and showed his identity and purpose to the guards.

In a few minutes or so, Lord Nasir and his second-in-command, the paladin, Erebes, stepped out of the room.

"Welcome, Lord Albus Dumbledore."

Lord Nasir took the initiative to open his arms and give the other a warm hug.

Although he has now largely relegated his power to bureaucrats from the Empire, and is more of an overseer and enforcer, he still retains his honorary title.

For this change, the Lord of Nasir was actually very satisfied.

Born as a warrior, he was not very good at handling government affairs, settling accounts for expenses and taxes.

It's better to leave it all to the professional bureaucrats for now.

With a vast trade alliance centered around the West Coast Empire, Neverwinter has grown exponentially.

At present, the number of residents in the city has increased from more than 20,000 to 80,000 now, and the original old city can no longer accommodate such a large number of people, so only part of the city wall can be torn down and expanded.

The thriving market and a dazzling array of commodities have greatly improved the living standards of ordinary people.

If this kind of peace and rapid development could last for more than a decade, the Lord of Nasir would not dare to imagine what Neverwinter would become.

"I'm honored to meet you, my lord." Dumbledore responded with a smile on his face, and then turned his gaze to the half-elf paladin. "I suppose you must be Miss Erebeth, right? Soth has mentioned you to me more than once. He has always praised you for your bravery and your pursuit of justice."

"I am Erebeth de Timarand. I can't deserve the praise of His Majesty Soth."

The half-elf paladin had a polite smile on his face, still as low-key and humble as ever.

She didn't notice a strange look in Dumbledore's pupils when he saw his fiancé, Vanswick.

Because the appearance of this elven priest was so handsome that it made the latter's heart throb strongly.

You must know that since falling out with his old friend Grindelwald, Dumbledore has never felt such a special feeling.

"Hello, Your Excellency, my name is Vanswick, and I am a priest who serves Tyre, the god of justice."

Seeing that the other party was staring at his face for a long time, Vanswick hurriedly stretched out his right hand to introduce himself.

After all, he represents the Temple, has a significant influence in Neverwinter, and needs to be in some way in lockstep with the center of the West Coast Empire.

"Allow me to pay my respects to the great God of Justice."

Dumbledore also reached out and held his hand tightly with the other party, feeling the temperature of his palm, as well as his own heart beating at a sudden speed.

"Anyone who has the heart to pursue justice and fairness can be bathed in the light of Tyr."

With his keen perception, Vanswick clearly sensed something unusual, and hurriedly withdrew his hand after saying a word about the scene.

After a brief acquaintance with each other, Lord Nasir quickly invited the Emperor's envoy into the castle, and then tentatively said in a tone of uncertainty that "Lord Dumbledore, if you don't mind, can you tell me your intentions?"

"I have come for the plague."

Dumbledore gave the answer very simply.

"Plague?"

Lord Nasir's face changed slightly.

Dumbledore nodded earnestly, "Yes, the plague. I think you and your men should have noticed the sudden emergence of a massive epidemic in Neverwinter, and there have been quite a few deaths."

"So this really is a spreading plague of magic? A long-planned attack?"

Erebesten slammed up from his chair.

As a paladin of Tyre, she knew very well how many seriously ill and dying civilians the temple had recently treated, and how many corpses had been taken to the cemetery to be burned and buried.

Despite the fact that Neverwinter is still operating as usual, in fact, no less than two hundred people have died one after another.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but this will only be known through investigation. The immediate priority is to immediately open the quarantine to prevent the further spread of the magical plague and cause more infections and deaths."

As he said this, Dumbledore glanced out of the corner of his eye at the man not far away with a stiff expression and a silent expression, wearing the emblem of Heim, the god of guards.

His name is Deszell, and he is the leader of the Church of the Guardian God of the City, and one of the culprits of the plague in Neverwinter.

I'm afraid that no one present knows that Deszel has actually turned his back on the gods he believes in, and has instead thrown himself into the newly awakened creator race.

Of course, Dumbledore wouldn't reveal information like this easily.

Because he only knows about Deszell, a traitor, and does not know how many people there are in the organization behind it, and what kind of power it holds.

"You mean to cordon off the entire city, prohibiting all pedestrians and businessmen from entering or leaving?"

Lord Nasir's mouth opened wide in shock.

With the scale of Neverwinter's trade now, he couldn't imagine the huge economic losses that would be caused if the city was closed to prevent merchants from entering and leaving.

But Dumbledore emphasized, "That's all this is the way to go.

Otherwise, tens of thousands of residents will die completely while the plague rages, and there will be no time to be treated.

What's more, if this incident is really a premeditated attack, the blockade of the city can also limit and compress the other party's activity space.

Don't hesitate, my lord.

Save as many lives as possible first, and wait for the rest to be considered when the crisis is resolved."

"Wait a minute! If this plague is as severe as you describe, does the Empire have an antidote?" Deszaire interrupted by jumping out of the way.

"Maybe there is, maybe not. I'm just here to investigate, and I don't know anything else."

Dumbledore deliberately used ambiguous words to deliberately confuse the other party.

Because he knows that if he says that there is an antidote, then this guy will send someone to seize and destroy.

"Okay, then quarantine first.

Erebeth, you immediately set out to give orders to the guards to close and seal off the gates to all areas of the city.

Vanswick, you and Deszel prepare to treat all the plague-infected patients.

Even if they can't be cured, try to alleviate their suffering.

Lord Albus Dumbledore, the investigation is up to you.

I will

Give Neverwinter Academy an order to select some of the best cadets to serve as mercenaries and followers."

Nasir was a man who had seen big scenes, and he made a decision in just a few minutes.

As a believer in the God of Justice, he is obviously not going to joke with the lives of civilians for the sake of money, like those mercenary guys.

In this way, with the order of the lord, the entire Neverwinter City began to control the movement of people.

Even the district of Panisura, where the aristocracy and wealthy merchants lived, was no exception.

This alone shows the relative fairness of Neverwinter, as well as the strong deterrent power of law and order.

Although the nobles and the rich can also enjoy some privileges to a greater or lesser extent, they are not fundamentally different from the commoners at the critical moment.

With the huge iron gate slamming shut, the entire city entered a state of complete isolation from top to bottom.

Guards with strips of cloth soaked in holy water around their mouths and noses repeatedly patrol the streets to prevent possible criminals from taking advantage of the chaos.

As for Dumbledore, after being out of everyone's sight, he immediately monitored Deszel's every move through magic.

As he expected, this guy is not alone, but has a huge organization behind it.

Most of them are members of the Church of the Fallen Guardian God who are in league with them.

As a result of their rebellion against the gods of their faith, they have long been unable to obtain divine magic, and instead borrow power from the demon and queen of the creator race, the Mosara, to form spells or divine magic.

Obviously, Deszel had only one purpose, and that was to remove Dumbledore, an outsider who was in the way.

After all, if Neverwinter doesn't have a small population and can't create a huge chaos, it is basically impossible for the Queen of the Creator Race, Mosara, and her men to reoccupy Neverwinter.

The reason is simple!

Due to the particularity of this city, Zuo Sike has set up quite strict magical protection capabilities.

With a race of creators who have just awakened from their slumber, it is very difficult to dismantle them.

So their goal is to kill as many people as possible with the help of the plague, and then turn the corpses into undead, destroying the balance of the region's magic net with more and more negative energy.

In this way, the protection will collapse and disappear completely under the action of negative energy.

If you don't take into account the influence of the elect and the gods, the Mosalla queen is certainly justified in doing so.

But the problem is that the current Faeron is not the primitive state of the wilderness tens of thousands of years ago, but the era when gods are everywhere, and there are many lichs and legendary mages like dogs.

An old antique like the Creator Race has simply not been able to adapt to today's changes.

Don't you see that even an immortal legend like the Earth Prophet Asindo has chosen to make way for the Nethrel civilization?

What's more, on the west coast of the Faren Continent, there is still the insurmountable mountain of Zuosi.

Dumbledore had no idea what these guys had eaten, and they had the audacity to provoke such a terrible enemy who would never show mercy to his enemies.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head, quickly took out a magic map that he had made based on the inspiration of the living point map, looked at the fast-moving red dots on it, and spit out a few words with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Little rats hiding in the shadows, the hunt has begun!"

As the last word blurted out, Dumbledore immediately activated the invisibility cloak, and the whole person disappeared in an instant while moving at high speed.

With the help of the map, he quickly found the first team of four.

Before the other party realized the danger was coming, the most powerful wizard in the earthly magic world activated a magic scroll with lightning speed.

In the twinkling of an eye!

A bright and dazzling fireball suddenly exploded in the crowd.

Rumble!!!!!

The flames that were thousands of degrees Celsius high ignited all four people in an instant, and the pain was unbearable

He fell to the ground and wailed.

Some of them have been completely scorched, while others have dense patches of scalp-tingling blisters and blood blisters, and the muscles under the skin have become red and give off the unique aroma of barbecue.

"It's him! That's what we're targeting!"

One of them, a guy in armor and armed with a mace, shouted in pain.

It's a pity that before the other three people had time to get up, he saw a long sword flashing with lightning directly through his eyes, and the terrifying electricity destroyed the brain in an instant, and even the corpse kept twitching.

"Damn! What kind of spell is that?"

Another of Deszel's men watched in shock as the headmaster's hand burst into a dazzling electric weapon.

He had just seen very clearly that when he pulled out the sword, the sword body was originally without electric light.

But after Dumbledore completed a spell casting, the sword was filled with powerful lightning.

You don't have to ask to know that this must be the work of magic.

"The name of this spell is Thunderbolt Weapon.

How's that, not bad, right?

It was originally inspired by the one-ring magic [Electric Claw].

I researched it and turned it into a three-ring magic.

Since the creation of this spell, you have been among the first to taste its taste and power."

After that, Dumbledore was like Gandalf possessed, and he directly picked up his sword and killed it.

The remaining three Deszaire's men were obviously not willing to die like this, so they immediately dragged their burned bodies to fight back.

But unfortunately, they obviously didn't know much about the headmaster's swordsmanship.

I didn't know that after blessing the [Thunderbolt Weapon] and a few protective magics, the old man also gave himself the [Tamson Transfiguration], and his melee ability was close to that of an elite warrior of LV12.

In less than ten seconds, he completed an efficient hunt like chopping melons and vegetables.