The remaining magical item is a clay tablet of destiny.
Put it somewhere close to your body. Once danger is sensed, it will heat up, thus arousing the holder's vigilance. It can also be regarded as a good early warning prop.
Since this kind of props involves the mysterious power of destiny, it is difficult to judge their item level. However, based on the strength of the power of destiny imbued in this tablet of destiny, the chip classified it as a level 3 item.
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This means that it has a certain degree of credibility when predicting level 3 creatures or items. As for those things above level 3, it only has a vague warning function.
Unlike the two level 4 witchcraft weapons, this tablet of destiny is not an original item, so Greem can also use it directly. Therefore, Greem put it in a pocket on his chest without hesitation, and held it tightly.
Press the ground on the chest.
After cleaning the battlefield, the town was bathed in golden morning light.
The warm morning sun shines in through the wooden windows at both ends of the corridor of the small building, dispelling the last trace of darkness in the air.
Due to the fierce battle just now, the entire small building has been almost destroyed. The series of rooms on Greem's side were burned through the roof by violent flames. Only the broken wall foundation and scattered withered furniture can still barely be seen.
appearance.
Greem pushed open the partially charred wooden door, and just as he entered the charred corridor, the door to the room on the other side of the small building creaked open, and Wizard Holy stretched out and walked out.
come out.
"It is indeed a wonderful morning! Congratulations, Lord Grim."
Facing the devastated battlefield in front of him, Wizard Holy turned a blind eye and greeted Greem with a smile on his face.
Greem naturally responded politely.
The two exchanged a few false polite words, and then walked down the nearly half-collapsed staircase one after another.
And Lisa Qiu was also waiting for the two of them in the lobby on the first floor.
With a tacit understanding, the three of them did not mention the battle that took place last night, nor did they care about the horrific scene of near-apocalyptic hell around them, nor did they ask about the whereabouts of Shani.
While the three of them were having a simple chat, a frightened and trembling voice suddenly came from beside them.
"Help me...please help me..."
The three of them turned to look, and saw that the middle-aged lady in luxurious clothes was holding out her withered and blackened hands, her eyes bleeding, and she was walking toward them step by step.
Grim frowned slightly.
With the intensity of his and Shani's battle last night, the entire Maplewoods town had been razed to the ground, and it was impossible for any of the residents here to survive. Moreover, Greem could see clearly that the entire body of the middle-aged lady in front of him
They were all a bit hazy and illusory. Under the golden sunlight, her clothes and flesh seemed to be translucent.
This form, this aura, seems a bit like a ghost...
Greem's thoughts were not over yet. In the restaurant not far away, the two twin sisters also drifted out strangely. Their faces were also covered with blood, and they were also crying for help in panic. Their body shapes were also the same as their mother's.
No two.
"It seems that their dead souls were bound to this land and were corroded by too much shadow energy, which turned them into such strange spiritual forms." Wizard Holy couldn't help but admired: "
Don't worry about them, they are now classified as earthbound spirits. As long as they are on this land, they are difficult to kill..."
At the moment when Holly spoke, the middle-aged lady seemed to suddenly become furious and pounced on him. A pair of dirty and withered hands passed through his body, but strangely did not touch him.
Hit anything.
Facing the provocation of a low-level spirit body, Wizard Holly's face changed, revealing a trace of annoyance.
"Damn guy, you really don't even blink. It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know what it means to be afraid!" Wizard Harry cursed bitterly, and as soon as he raised his hand, a bright starlight fell on him.
On that middle-aged lady.
The so-called spirits are not afraid of physical attacks, but can still be harmed by elemental witchcraft.
Under the starlight, the lady had no time to escape before her pieces melted amidst a shrill scream, turning into a puddle of black water, and then evaporated.
However, before Greem and others could look away, a white light flashed in a corner of the hall, and the middle-aged lady appeared again out of nowhere. This time, she seemed to know the power of several wizards, and shrank in panic.
I no longer dare to come over to provoke you in the corner.
The two twin sisters also screamed and ran out.
It seemed that there was some kind of fluctuation. For a while, countless white figures appeared from all over the nearly half-collapsed building and began to wander around aimlessly.
Judging from their figures and appearances, they were the maids, servants, cooks and guards of this noble residence.
They didn't seem to realize that they were dead. They were all wearing the same clothes as when they were alive, and they were still busy in the small building as usual.
And when the three of them walked out of the small building, they discovered that the town had "awakened"!
In the charred and collapsed ruins, strange and vague spirits are working hard as usual. Some are sweating profusely while trying to unload goods, others are wearing aprons and getting up to light a fire and cook, and they are yawning and stretching.
Those who were dismantling shop door panels... and more guys were wandering on the streets, smiling at each other and saying good morning. It seemed that everything was still so warm.
When they saw the three Greems, they couldn't help but hide quietly in the distance, peeking through the street corners and through the cracks in the doors, seeming to regard the three wizards as strangers who accidentally broke into this place.
"Let's go!"
Grim took one last look at the town, shook his head and left with a sigh.
There are too many secrets in the plane. Even with the power and wisdom of wizards, they may not be able to penetrate all the unknowns one by one. And his battle with the dark witch Shani was obviously due to some kind of marriage.
Coincidence has turned this human town into a ghost town.
Normally, Greem would have stayed here for a while to study the mysteries of the spirit body and the formation mechanism of ghosts. Unfortunately, this is a dangerous alien plane after all, and he still has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
So I had no choice but to leave.
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Ruijing Garden, Floating City.
Lucia walked lonely on the moon-white stone path.
Originally, this time was a critical moment for arcane apprentices to seize the time to study and study in order to pass the arcane exam.
Usually, groups of arcane apprentices wander around in the arcane garden here.
They either cover their faces with books, lie on the jade-white railings and recite those difficult-to-speak magic spells; or they circle around the arcane fountain over and over again, memorizing the arcane formulas that are almost mind-exploding;
Or simply run to the spell pool and complete today's arcane daily routine...
But now, such a scene can no longer be seen!
Ever since that damn retreat plan spread secretly and quickly inside the floating city, the entire Arcane Academy has become a mess, giving people an extraordinarily strange feeling.
There are fewer and fewer apprentices in the Arcane Academy.
Lucia walked for a long time, but she didn't see a few apprentices. Even if she met them occasionally, they were just like her, holding books in their arms, walking in a hurry, and looking sad.
Hurrying through the arcane hall, walking through the empty winding corridors, Lucia quickly walked into the open-air hall of knowledge.
This is where arcane apprentices like her receive public lessons from arcanists.
The Hall of Knowledge is open-air on the surface, but there is a transparent arcane barrier lingering above the hall. Whenever it rains, you can watch the ripples of raindrops blooming and sliding down on the arcane barrier, while listening to the arcane masters explain in simple terms.
He explained various arcane formulas and principles, and the strange feeling of the reality of the world opening up in front of you little by little was simply wonderful.
Today’s open class is about the development of the arcane empire, Mr. Brown, the 2nd level arcanist himself.
This kind of course is also Lucia's favorite, so even though she knew that the current situation was not good, she still ran here regardless.
There are still a quarter of an hour before the start of class, and there are only three or five people sitting scattered in the knowledge hall that can accommodate thousands of people. They are male and female, all young, and like Lucia, they are born to love arcana.
young apprentice.
After Lucia found a seat in the front row and sat down, it didn't take long for the brown arcanist, who was not tall, had slightly bald hair and wore a pair of gold tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose, to walk in.
Looking at the sparse people in the hall, Arcanist Brown sighed quietly. He quickly adjusted his mood, stood on the truth platform, and used his deep and deep voice to narrate the whole story of the past ten thousand years.
The development history of the Arcane Empire.
Arcane apprentices have read this kind of history countless times through books and photo crystals. But when a real arcanist retells this history again with an irrefutable rich voice, and calls out a paragraph
When this extremely precious historical image was presented as evidence, the inner passions of several arcane apprentices present were once again ignited.
Everyone listened with red faces, and their blood was boiling, wishing they could die in place of those arcanists who were marching forward bravely, just to have their names appear in that glorious and magnificent historical chapter.
The five-hour open class ended quickly.
When Arcanist Brown announced the end of get out of class with a hoarse voice, he lowered his head and slowly and carefully organized the arcane props he had brought.
Lucia did not leave, but slowly arrived near the truth platform.
The arcane apprentices also silently gathered around.
"Mentor, has the Arcane Empire really abandoned us?"
Everyone was silent for a moment, and finally a male apprentice asked this question with a blushing face.
Brown Arcanist's hand trembled slightly, but he did not raise his head or speak.
"Teacher, thank you for your teaching during this period. My family has urged me to go back. This place... this is no longer a safe enough place. I..." The male apprentice spoke incoherently, and at the end he could not even
I don't even know what I'm talking about.
Finally, he stopped talking, bowed deeply to Brown Arcanist, turned around and ran away as fast as he could. The arcane apprentices also sighed and bowed and left.
"Teacher, I won't leave... I will continue to learn arcane arts with you!" Lucia bit her lip tightly, so hard that it almost bled.
Brown Arcanist finally raised his head at this moment, his tortoiseshell glasses filled with mist.
"Leave, Lucia! The big tree of the Arcane Empire is about to fall. What you need to do most now is to leave here as far away as possible. In this way... you may be able to leave an arcane stone to the Morian plane in the future.
Seed. Leave, listen to me, leave, Lucia..."
At the end of the story, the elderly arcanist finally burst into tears. (To be continued)