Wizarding World.

In the dim jungle, by the babbling stream, a bonfire burned indefinitely.

In the middle of the moon, this should be the busiest and most noisy time in the jungle, but now it is silent, and all the jungle creatures have disappeared without a trace.

The silence of the whole forest was terrible.

What is especially paradoxical is that not only are there no large birds and animals, but even the unique insects and birds of the jungle cannot be heard, as if the whole jungle has suddenly fallen into a deep sleep.

A short figure wrapped in a heavy black cloth cloak by the campfire, hunched up, staring motionless at the dancing flames. It was only when the damp firewood in the campfire suddenly exploded that he woke up and moved his body around him.

Somehow, a cold and treacherous aura lingered in this humble campsite, and the cold killing machine filled the entire jungle.

Murderous in all directions.

The silence was broken by a low murmur in the camp.

“…… 17…… 18…… 1......" The short figure kept muttering to himself, as if he was looking up the numbers. As the number in his mouth continued to increase, the bright green eyes under his deep hood shimmered even more.

“57！”

The numbers are finally frozen.

At this moment, the long face of the lizard in the shadow of the hood finally revealed a sinister smile, and a strange sneer that could not be heard echoed in the silent jungle.

The total number of wizards who were brought here was 57.

This number sounds like a lot, but among them, there are only 5 great wizards who can really threaten them, and none of them are saint-level and legendary-level wizards.

"Lord Blacklight, I really want to thank you for your hospitality these days. There is nothing to reciprocate, so I will pay you a tribute to today's blood feast! Karthas muttered to himself in his characteristic shrill voice to the campfire, and without waiting for a reply, he turned and disappeared into the darkness around the camp.

When Karthas's figure disappeared completely, there was a soft bang, and the bonfire suddenly burst into flames, and the flames suddenly rose to a height of more than a meter. In the depths of the bright and transparent flames, a vague human form composed of strange black flames could be faintly seen, silently staring in the direction in which Karthas had disappeared.

The blazing bonfire burned out in seconds, and when the light dimmed, the entire camp was plunged into endless darkness.

Three teams of 57 wizards are converging from different directions, searching and surveying the jungle.

Although Falina managed to hide the souls of the cemetery team, the position they had before they disappeared was always in the other's control. As a result, a large-scale search is inevitable. Whether it's fishing for the bait or scaring the snake, the enemy seems to have made up their minds to force them out of here.

Although the black light black wizard never showed up, he was no longer helpful to the cemetery team. If it weren't for the fact that he had used his means to drag the two legendary wizards who arrived on the periphery, I am afraid that he would have given Falina ten dares, and he would not have dared to blatantly set up an ambush to attack those hateful white wizards.

The low figure quickly leaped through the jungle where he couldn't see his fingers, and the branches and leaves stretched out horizontally hit him, but he could only helplessly collapse his body. So, with the sound of branches breaking all the way, Karthas aimed at a group of white wizards 10 miles away like a tiger descending from the mountain.

In the jungle, a team of 19 wizards is moving fast.

The whole team is loose but not scattered, and the battle spacing is maintained at the best level. Every wizard in the middle of it is a brutal person with a calm expression and a strong body. As the wizards who originated the magic, among the wizards in the wizarding world, there are not a few wizards who mainly have strong bodies and superb martial arts. For them, witchcraft is just an auxiliary, and what can really decide life and death is the body and witchcraft that have been sharpened to the extreme.

The jungle is silent and the jungle is active.

When the strong spiritual power of the wizard team continued to sweep through the surrounding jungle, all the big beasts and even the monsters that were keenly aware of danger couldn't help but retreat. Only those long-eyed beasts whose nests were nearby were still a little nostalgic, flickering around the wizard's team, and letting out a low roar from time to time.

"Humph!" The arrogant actions of these demonic beasts who did not know whether they were alive or dead finally aroused the anger of the wizard who led the team, and a spiritual oscillation soaked in strong transcendent power diffused towards the surroundings with a cold snort.

As soon as this spiritual power came into contact with several ill-intentioned spiritual sects around it, it suddenly erupted with a terrifying killing intent belonging to the Great Wizard. In an instant, two of the three stanzas suddenly dimmed, leaving only one to flee without looking back.

"It's already very close to the enemy's area, everyone cheers me up!" Although every member of the team was cautious enough, the great wizard who led the team couldn't help but ask for another warning. They had also heard of the encounters of the previous teams, and the enemies in the pursuit were as ferocious as the legends, desperately devouring them, and even the great wizards might not be able to protect themselves.

In the center of the procession, an old-looking, ugly-looking witch was silently probing for something with a strange green fire in her hand. Suddenly, her high-pitched, hoarse voice rang out in the jungle.

"Heart, there is something approaching in the west-northeast direction...... It's fast...... Watch out! ”

Hearing this, the entire wizard team instantly exploded.

For a moment, in the dim jungle, the glow of witchcraft of different colors lit up in a staggered manner. All wizards have their own magic in their hands, silently waiting for the approach of unknown creatures.

Several refining wizards who mainly attacked melee attacks leaped forward, quickly adjusted to the position indicated by the witch, and drew their weapons with brushes, preoccupied with vigilance.

The unknown creature is still approaching at high speed......

And the wizards who were waiting intently in the field inexplicably sniffed a trace of blood.

Blood?

The Grand Wizard who led the team turned around.

At the end of their line, a lone sorcerer was holding his hand to his neck and shouting something with his mouth open. From the neck where his fingers were pressing, a fountain of blood spurted out, and a lot of blood foam was gushing out of his wide open mouth and nose, making his shouting a meaningless "ho-ho" strange scream.

Instead of rushing to the rescue, the two wizards closest to the injured wizard took two steps back, closing the distance between them and their teammates. Their terrified eyes quickly swept through all the dark places around them, and the witchcraft in their hands flashed brightly, ready to be stimulated at any time.

Wizards are not ordinary people, almost every mature wizard has their own set of life-saving methods, and it is difficult to kill them with a normal throat wiping attack. But the wizard in front of him seemed to have suddenly become an ordinary person, and he didn't want to save himself from such a simple attack at all, but pressed the wound with one hand with a frightened face, and reached out to his teammates for help with the other hand trembling.

He staggered and staggered, and before he could take three steps, the power of darkness suddenly exploded, and his neck exploded in the center. Dou Da's head rolled up under the impact of strong blood pressure, stirring up more than ten meters high, and landed at the feet of the leading wizard without bias.

For a moment, the Great Wizard instinctively wanted to retreat and dodge, but his gaze touched the many panicked subordinate wizards around him, but he forcibly held back.

"Defend yourself in formation and send a message to several neighboring teams to come and converge. The Queen of Shadows is with us! The Great Wizard ordered loudly, and the thick wooden staff coiled in his hand slammed on the ground, and quickly activated into a 10-meter-long Zulaman python, and began to swim around the vicinity.

As soon as the words of the Queen of Shadows came into their ears, the hearts of everyone in the field were at the same time, and they panicked around the Great Wizard as the center. For a time, the summoned reclusive beasts, berserk giant baboons, ferocious wolves, electric lizards, tentacle magic vines, and creeping monsters were summoned...... In an instant, the outer edge of the wizard's queue was filled.

But at this moment, the ugly old witch in the center of the queue suddenly screamed, "It's coming...... It'......"

In fact, there was no need for the old witch to remind him loudly, and the muffled sound of horses' hooves in the jungle in the distance had already rolled in, shaking the hearts of everyone present, and the spells held in their hands were a little unstable.

First, a strange purple fire burning in the air suddenly appeared in the distance, and when the sound of the horse's hooves approached, all the wizards were shocked to find that the rolling purple fire was just a ghost fire ignited on the body of an undead black horse that stepped into the air. Immediately, a mysterious knight in black armor sat on top of it, and it was strange that he had no head. No, he didn't have a head, his head was dangling from the side of the horse and staring at the crowd.

"It's the Headless Horseman!" There are wizards who are well-informed, and they can't help but exclaim.

As far as they knew, the Headless Horsemann belonged to one of the invading undead who had been encircled earlier. In order to encircle and suppress it, he even invited a legendary-level body refining wizard to take action in person. It's a pity that the undead's strange survivability is terrifying, and this guy only has one head left to escape. Now that it has appeared in front of everyone again, no, its missing body must have been repaired.

This is also where undead creatures are the toughest.

Except for soul fire, there are almost no other fatal points. Most of the bodies it occupies are just a shell of its temporary residence, and it is as easy as changing clothes for humans, and it is only a slight flaw that does not fit well.

For such a guy, if you can't beat it on the spot, just let it escape for a star and a half, then it won't be long before it will make a comeback again and show off its might in front of you.

As an alternative among the undead knights, Celti is the most difficult one.

At this time, the body was occupied and transformed by a body refining wizard, although it was already able to command freely, but the strength and flexibility of the body were far inferior to the one that was damaged before, and the affinity for the breath of death was even worse. But now that the war is imminent, he has no time to complain about being picky, so he can only make do with it. As for the undead dark horse, it is a companion undead who matches his soul fire, even if he dies, as long as Selti's soul fire is not extinguished, he can be summoned from the corpse plane again after a while.

Riding the undead black horse again and galloping through the wide jungle treetops, leaving a series of faint fireflies behind him that did not dissipate for a long time, Celti swooped down against the cold wind, and the tattered and old dark cloak behind him waved in the wind like a big flag.

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