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Evade the Wizard's Hunting Party, Capture the Wizard, and continue to evade the Wizard's Hunting Party.

In their spare time, the old demons discuss how to cook wizards' flesh, the young demons need to take care of their own wild demon herds, and the banshees like to gather together and gossip about the big demons that roam the world.

The name of the black ship is the Mist, and it is a battleship built by the Kraken King himself.

Its captain, as a legend among the Great Demons, is often the talk of the banshees.

It is said that this captain is very young, a demon of the native species, born a true demon, and now he is less than 100 years old, and he has reached the peak of the great demon.

It is said that he once sailed the world in one day on a black ship, sniping thirteen wizards' hunting teams, and the three great wizards who led the team did not survive.

It is said that he once went deep into the bottom of the sea on a full moon night, challenged the eternal Siren King, and retreated.

Legend has it that he once confronted the president of the First University!

Now, the legend stands in front of Nikita.

Nikita squinted slightly, quietly looking at the tall figure with his back to him, and stopped beside the pillar.

"Don't be shy, get closer and see clearly. What I let you see, you are allowed to see. The gentle voice continued to sound, appearing very tolerant.

Nikita was stunned for a moment, then leaned forward tamely.

The first rule of the demon clan, in the face of the strong, you need to maintain respect and awe, and obey their will.

Leaning against the bulkhead is a large table with a few reclining logs underneath, making it look stable.

On the side of the bulkhead on the tabletop, several black clay pots were placed in a mess, and several plumes of smoke of different colors swayed a few inches from the mouth of the cans. On the outward side, an old leather scroll is spread out, with intricate patterns outlined in dark gold and silver-white.

On the leather roll, there is a wooden plate at random. The style of the plate is very simple, wrapped in dark purple lacquer, and near the edges are outlined with several intricate patterns with silver threads, which Nikita vaguely feels seem to have a magical style.

His eyes swept over the crockpots, the leather scrolls, and the intricate ornaments, and finally landed on the plate.

There was a complete bloody brain on the plate, and two jet-black sharp thorns were dexterously playing with the tiny folds on the brain, tapping lightly from time to time, and then in the trembling of the brain, a bunch of silvery-white, misty things were seduced out of it and sucked into a pair of blue-black lips in mid-air.

Nikita's gaze shuddered.

After her gaze followed the streamer and landed on the blue lips, she froze for a moment, and then slid rapidly. Out of the corner of his eye, he could only glimpse the corners of the white robe.

The magic inscription on this robe is also very particular. She pondered in her heart.

"Memory, it's something more fascinating than power. The gentle voice revealed a deep sense of satisfaction.

Nikita knew he was talking about the silvery-white mist.

This is a very popular drink among the high-ranking demons, just like the one that wizards like to drink.

It's just that this drink is not made by the elves with nectar and dew.

This drink is full of demonic nobility and blood, and it is brewed from the memories that flow from the warm human brain stimulated by the demonic energy.

This drink is called 'memory'.

Memory is the aging of time.

For wizards, nothing is more important than time. Their power accumulates in time, their souls sublimate in time, and memories leave their most precious essence in the washes of time.

These essences are the most fascinating enjoyment of high-level demons.

"This brain is from a little wizard we just captured yesterday, it's very fresh and very rare. Especially the memories full of strength and struggle, which are extremely sweet. The gentle voice admired, quite reluctant: "Nowadays, the brains of these wizards are getting more and more rare, especially those little ones who have registered, it's a pity." ”

Nikita quickly took out a dark red clay pot and respectfully handed it forward:

"This is a memory I brewed with the brains of many people, although it is not as mellow as the taste of wizards, but it is full of exotic flavors, I hope you will laugh at it. ”

The Dorren are a member of an alien race that recognizes the legitimacy of the Wizarding Union and dismisses demons. As a result, their flesh and soul are often sacrificed to high-ranking demons as rare trophies.

"Don't be afraid, keep your head up. The captain of the Mist took the clay pot and rubbed the protruding pattern on it, his voice full of joy.

Nikita looked up and saw the blue-black lips, the high bridge of the nose on the lips, and the dark red, deep eyes.

Just for an instant, she was addicted to those pure eyes, and the demonic energy in her body stagnated uncontrollably.

A large number of memories guarded by demonic energy in my mind surged out like waves.

All memories repeat the same story.

Stay alive.

Born in the northern district of Beta, the child of a trickster, Nikita knew from an early age that survival was not easy. As the wizard's children frolicked around the town on broomsticks and flying swords, she could only look at them with envy, and then follow her parents back into the dark and silent forest to collect herbs and change time.

When I was six years old, my parents were gone.

One was dragged to the bottom by a water ghost while wading through the Silent River, and the other was swept into the treetops by gray vines when he broke into the Silent Forest.

The Forest of Silence, at that time, was the embodiment of death in her eyes.

As a child, her impression of being alive was a small piece of black bread broken by the old trickster on the street.

A small piece of black, hard bread.

The old trickster's wizened paws pinched her face.

Looking at her with tears in her eyes, she stuffed the black bread into her stomach.

It's hard to be alive.

At the age of fifteen, she received an offer from First University.

She lived in a university dormitory, where she didn't have to listen to rats fighting in a cramped attic, she had a delicious meal, she didn't have to venture into the Silent Forest for a piece of bread, and she even had a lover whose green eyes were always clear and reliable.

She began to fantasize about the future, about life.

In college, she lived happily.

In my senior year, with an internship assignment, I once again stepped into the forest of silence.

She was attacked by a horde of demons.

When the mentor rescued her, her eyes were bloodshot.

She told her mentor that I wanted to live.

Then the mentor said, run, run far, run out of the Silent Forest, run to a place where there are no wizards.

So she began to flee.

The sorcerer's hunting party is terrifying, and they can always find lone demons and either turn them into ashes or tie them up and take them to a dark unknown land.

But what was even more terrifying was that she could no longer restrain herself and began to use wizards as food.

There's no going back.

However, she is still alive.

Not long ago, the tutor brought a little girl of six or seven years old to her.

Say, this child also wants to live.

She nodded, and returned to the Lich King's territory with the child.

The little girl has not been transformed for a long time, and has always wandered in the stage of half-wizard and half-demon.

The old lichs in the realm were eager to send the child to the testing bench, the little lichs in the realm were salivating and wanted to taste the little wizard, and even her companions were glancing at them with malicious eyes.

So, she fled with the little girl from the Lich King's realm once more.

In order to live.

Now, she is on board.

......

The captain blinked.

Nikita woke up from a dream.

She touched her face in horror, and it was wet.

There is sweat, and there are tears.

The captain looked at her gently, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth:

"Every fallen wizard has experienced a desperate struggle.

The blood that eats people is slowly pumped from the weeping heart. ”