The corrosive attack from the official warlock caused all the nearby soil, rocks, and trees to rot and turn into puddles of viscous liquid. An unpleasant smell spread, instantly transforming the surrounding terrain into a swamp.
However, in this man-made swamp terrain, a figure stood up.
"I actually used the dispersion technique...boy, you did a good job..."
A scoffing voice came out.
"Impossible! Even if a formal wizard is hit by my corrosive arrow, it is impossible..." Charlemagne's voice was full of panic.
The next moment, he saw a dark figure rushing out of the swamp. With a flick of his hand, he attacked him like a weak and boneless figure!
"Block!"
Blood light exploded all over Charlemagne, forming a scarlet robe.
But this time, the beak-shaped palm directly scratched the bloody illusory robe and fell on Charlemagne.
puff!
A big hole opened in his chest, and a bright red beating heart could be vaguely seen.
With just one move, Charlemagne was severely injured!
Aaron stood there, a layer of fine black snake scales on his right hand slowly fading away.
The clothes on his body were in tatters, and looking inside through the damage, the same pitch-black scales could be vaguely seen.
Snake scale technique!
"Is this the strength of a first-level warlock? It's too weak..."
A heavy expression of disappointment appeared on Aaron's face: "Originally... I thought you could give me more fun."
"Ahem!"
Charlemagne wanted to say something more, but when he opened his mouth, he could only spit out large chunks of blood: "You won...but do you think...you can get everything...dream! You know...I'm the best at it."
It’s...still a cursed subject!”
Charlemagne's fingers were stained with blood and he touched the tattoo on his cheek.
Click, click!
The next moment, the tattooed scorpion on his face seemed to come alive, making the sound of mechanically rotating gears and moving around his face.
"I - offer my life as a sacrifice to curse the enemy in front of me!"
Charlemagne looked ferocious as he uttered the last incantation.
"Manning!!!"
Buzz!
A terrible curse was formed.
As a curser, the most terrifying method is undoubtedly to sacrifice one's own life and curse the enemy!
In addition, the distance from the enemy will also greatly affect the power of the curse.
And now... all these conditions are extremely unfavorable to Aaron!
After reciting the words that opened the curse, Charlemagne lowered his head, and the breath of life quickly dissipated from his body.
Not only that, the flesh and blood on his body shriveled up in an instant and turned into a mummy..."
In the void, only a blue scorpion tattoo remained.
It seems to be living in the void, and every joint on its body is vivid.
suddenly!
The scorpion's back split open, and an eye emerged: "It's really delicious... Since the contractor has given everything he has, I... Manning's scorpion will also curse his enemy... The enemy is... Alas?!
"
His eyes widened to the extreme, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
Then, one after another extremely strong curses emerged on Aaron!
Among them, there is a mutilated figure of a woman, and traces of the scales of a large snake can also be seen...
There was even a pair of broken wings that covered the sky and sun, hugging Aaron from both sides, like some kind of protection.
"So much..."
"So many high-ranking beings?"
Manning's Scorpion's eyes suddenly closed: "Is it okay if I go back now?"
In any case, the situation with this cursed object is too weird.
It kind of wants to slip away...
As for the contract with Charlemagne?
For example, this human being signed a curse contract with him because of his shamelessness, and it does not have much binding force on him...
And looking at the situation here, even if the gecko has its tail cut off, it still has to escape!
It is just a weak, pitiful, and helpless magical creature that does not want to get involved in so many big boss fights - it will kill the scorpion!
"no!"
The next moment, Aaron stretched out his hand and grabbed the scorpion between reality and illusion:
"Since you helped Charlemagne curse me, you are my enemy. Why should I let my enemy go?"
The eyes on the scorpion's back rolled around and found a gray beak almost touching his eyeballs.
There was an inescapable feeling.
It couldn't help but make a whimpering sound: "I am willing to admit my mistake...I am willing to pay compensation!"
"I need... a book that introduces curses. The higher the level, the better." Aaron thought for a while and put forward the conditions.
"It's very simple..."
Manning's Scorpion immediately waved its tail stinger, and a section of its tail fell off, turning into a green tome in mid-air.
Each page of the book seems to be carved directly from jasper, giving it a feeling of beauty.
On the cover of the album, there is a lock in the shape of a red-eyed scorpion.
"We, the Manning Scorpions, are born with cursed creatures... This book "The Curse of Ailan" was originally locked and forged by a high-level warlock, and was later mortgaged to me by one of his descendants..."
Manning's Scorpion introduced him flatteringly.
"Oh? Not bad!"
Aaron accepted the tome: "I forgive you... Next, tell me the origin of that woman and the snake, and you can go..."
"Origin, origin?"
His eyes suddenly widened and were filled with bloodshot eyes: "Why... why are you forcing me?
The sense of danger came, causing Aaron to take a few steps back and let go of the scorpion in his hand.
The next moment, the eyeballs swelled to the limit, and countless blood threads squirmed in them, like earthworms... Finally...
Boom!!!
A horrific explosion took place.
Just the aftermath turned the nearby castle into ruins.
"Would you rather the clone die than say those two names?"
Aaron murmured and removed the snake scale defense on his body: "It seems... I seem to have provoked something terrible..."
It's night time.
Aaron left the semi-abandoned castle directly and came to another lakeside villa for vacation.
night.
The lights are dim.
He took out "The Curse of Ailan" and put it on the table.
Just when Aaron was about to open the book of curses, the green scorpion came to life, waving two large scorpions at him and hissing.
"Ask me for a sacrifice? One pure soul of an innocent person for every hour you read this?"
A sneer appeared on the corner of Aaron's mouth, and he faced the red-eyed Jade Scorpion: "I think you are tired of living, how dare you blackmail me?"
After some repairs, the Jasper Scorpion became swollen, but half of the red light in its eyes disappeared. It took the initiative to let go of its tail and let the curse open to the title page.
On the title page, there is a sketch of a woman. The lines used are very soft, which shows the beauty and health of the young girl.
But the next moment, this face came to life, with an extremely frightened expression: "Help me...save me...please..."
Aaron's expression remained unchanged, and he turned to the first page: "Curse is one of the eight major spells of a warlock... It is a very mysterious type that is difficult to master... Next, I am going to talk about the three major elements of the curse..."
"Among the many known cursed creatures, the most suitable ones to be contracted as familiars are the Cursed Crow and Manning's Scorpion!"
"Is it great?"
When Aaron thought about the scorpion he met, he felt just average.
He calmed down and continued to read, and found that the curse technique was really weird, and it was almost a surefire kill for ordinary people and sorcerer apprentices who were lower than the caster!
You can even defeat the weak and do all kinds of incredible things...
For example, Charlemagne's decisive blow...well, this is a counterexample...
"Among the many curses, the curse cast at the cost of giving up life is the most terrifying one..."
"But there is something more terrifying than the curse of life..."
Line after line of text emerged from the turquoise page, and even blood continued to seep down.
"Curse is related to personality..."
"Some high-ranking beings...such as warlocks of level seven or above...the places they have stayed and the things they have done...all have a certain probability of becoming 'rituals', causing those who enter by mistake to be cursed...when the status
Once you reach the eighth level Warlock, this probability becomes inevitable!"
"Once upon a time, a fourth-level warlock broke into XXXX...
In the crowd of warlocks, it turned into a pool of pus and blood!"
"When encountering a high-level curse, there is no way to lift it...unless - one fights one's personality with one's personality!"
Aaron turned to the last page and touched his chin thoughtfully.
He had a hunch that he might have encountered a high-level curse! As for why he wasn't dead yet?
The first reason for this is naturally because of the powerful seal.
The second reason is probably because of his special nature?
An ordinary warlock might not be able to persist in this illusion for several days!
"Interesting...interesting..."
Aaron closed the cursed book, and the little scorpion, who had been taught a lesson, immediately tied the clasp with its tail and sealed the entire book.
"What a greedy little guy...and very courageous.
Being frightened by him, the little scorpion quickly flicked its tail and put on a posture that you can just watch.
Aaron smiled slightly. There was a lot of content on Curse Adjustment. Even by learning from it, ordinary talented people might embark on the path of a Curse Warlock.
But for him, the important information was only a few sentences.
The rest can only be considered average, and at most they can be used as a reference due to the different dimensions.
"Traces left by a high-ranking being?"
"It seems... that the reason why Adsen continent was abandoned by the warlocks was not just because of its barrenness?"
Aaron yawned and looked at the curse mark on the back of his hand: "But... I still have time. Let's wait and see..."
As mentioned above about curses, most curses will slowly weaken with the passage of time.
After all, there is an issue of energy consumption.
And the only curse that will never reverse must involve a seventh-level warlock or above!
For ordinary people on the continent of Adsen, they have no idea what a formal warlock represents.
It is precisely because of ignorance that we can live happily.
But for those warlock families, the importance of the 'Wings of Hermes' in their hearts has been infinitely elevated.
After all... - Even the most powerful warlock families only have high-level people hidden in their families.
An old antique from a warlock apprentice, and relying on a few bloodline props made by his ancestors, he could barely perform a few powerful attacks.
They rarely even take action.
A formal warlock could completely sweep across the entire continent of Aderson, but he failed on the Wings of Hermes. This was enough for them to increase the danger level of this organization, and even make them fearful and fearful...
But it doesn't matter to Aaron.
As time changes, year after year flies by.
A big event also happened during this period.
An official warlock of the Misri family, Turin, returned to the continent of Adson.
She has lived for a long time and has reached the point where the magician cannot extend her lifespan, so she can only return to her hometown to wait for death.
After hearing that the Wings of Hermes might have an official warlock, the old warlock searched for traces of Aaron on the continent regardless of his old age.
And then...her plan failed ignominiously.
Aaron simply avoided seeing him.
Different from Charlemagne, this old woman from Turin is a warlock who has lived to the end of her life. She has extremely rich willpower and combat experience. When she went crazy in her later years, she would do anything to ensure the status of her family.
It's all normal.
Therefore, Aaron chose to give up.
Then, we waited for the news that the other party had died of old age.
Even after the news came out, he waited ten years before going out as the Wings of Hermes.
In the blink of an eye, fifty years have passed.
It’s the day of the annual apprentice selection again.
Teams of carriages filled with hope sent talented children to the Star Heights.
From the airship, several warlock apprentices with curious eyes came down.
"Is this the continent of Aderson, where my father once lived? It's not that good, either?"
A black-robed apprentice looked at the scenery outside, with disappointment flashing across his face: "The thin power of chaos in the air makes me breathless!"
"Louis, if you stop saying a few words, you won't die."
Another tall female apprentice wearing a white robe had a look of solemnity on her face: "My mother told me to come here to find the Wings of Hermes. That organization has the method to purify the blood of the bloodthirsty wild bird in us!
"
"Our parents once served as experimental subjects called demon hunters. Although they later became warlock apprentices and restored their fertility, the influence of the bloodline is too great... If we cannot purify the bloodline, we will never be able to be promoted to official warlocks in our lives!
"
"I listen to you, Linda!"
Another fat apprentice said: "We finally managed to get the tickets, so we must act as soon as possible... The airship will wait for us for up to half a month! Where should we start?"
Linda smiled slightly: "You don't have to worry about this, I have the contact information of Wings of Hermes!"
"In that case..."
A look of emotion appeared on Louis' face: "It's not as good as us..."