Although he firmly believes that his two lives as a human and the assistance of biochips, the improvement of his individual abilities will never be weaker than those of those gifted geniuses, but his growth takes time. Just like a cub needs time and space to grow up.
, even if Greem has wings, his growth will still require a lot of time and a massive investment of resources.
Now, he is in a period of weak strength. If he can find a senior apprentice to take care of him, it will undoubtedly be of indescribable and huge benefit to his growth. Therefore, he is very willing to take the initiative to spread the wings of Mary, and he can only ask for it.
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However, this kind of patronage is not one-sided. To a certain extent, Greem also wants to show his value and strive to make this "relationship" closer to an alliance rather than a surrender.
He briefly dealt with the Simba head in his hand. If Greem saw it correctly, Simba's soul still remains in the head. If not dealt with in time, his trophy may fade a lot.
In any case, this hag leader is powerful enough to match a senior apprentice. Taking it back will be a good witchcraft material whether it is used for soul experiments or voodoo rituals.
There were three outsiders who broke into the Magic Swamp. Although the Alice here was not intercepted and killed, she was given a good bloodletting. That arrogant guy would probably shed his skin even if he did not die. As for the
Mad Girl and Hawkeye have already taken care of the other two, so it's not Greem's turn to worry about them.
Mary, on the other hand, was obviously more interested in the blood of the other two outsiders. She turned into a vampire bat and rushed into the fog without even saying hello to Greem. But Greem could only carry a wealth of loot with him.
Frightened, he sneaked back to the wizard's tower.
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Countless blurred lights and shadows swayed in front of her eyes, and the strong sense of spatial dizziness made it difficult for her to distinguish between east, west, and north.
However, relying on the perception of space in her original talent, Alice struggled to break away from the void storm, opened a space crack, and returned to her original world.
In the void, a meandering spatial crack opened, and Alice fell out of it headfirst.
Boom...
oops!
Alice, who had lost almost all her strength, hit her head on the hard and cold stone slab. The severe pain made her cry out in pain.
Damn bastards, damn vampires, don't let me regain my strength. If I want to heal my injuries, I must...
Alice, who was cursing and complaining crazily in her heart, suddenly stopped moving, opened her single eye wide, and looked at the terrifying figure that appeared in front of her in horror. The intense fear filled her heart, making her no longer dare to act rashly.
Alice glanced around in confusion, and then realized that she was in a dark and closed stone room. This was not the escape point she had set for herself in advance, and the person standing in front of her was not any wizard apprentice she was familiar with.
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Look at the other party's thin and dry body, look at the other party's signature gray wizard robe and top hat, look at the other party's sinister smile...
Alice finally couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wizard Anderson!"
The skinny old man in the pestle stand is the owner of the Swamp Tower, the first-order wizard Anderson.
And he undoubtedly has the highest management authority of the Swamp Tower. Therefore, the space teleportation used by Alice in her last escape was unsurprisingly changed by him to the target location, allowing this little loli who had suffered so much to teleport herself directly to him.
in front of.
The terror of a real wizard is definitely not something ordinary people can imagine.
Seriously speaking, from the beginning of their apprenticeship, many wizard apprentices have begun to deeply transform their bodies. In their eyes, whether the body is fit or not, whether the appearance is handsome or not, is far less important than whether the strength is strong or not.
If someone were to do some statistics, they would find that among the more than 50 wizard apprentices in the swamp tower at this moment, less than half can be considered purely human.
Bloodline modification, biological modification, witchcraft pollution and mutation... these are the most direct consequences of their efforts to become stronger. The boundary between humans and non-humans is actually not that obvious in the wizarding world.
This is true even for wizard apprentices, so compared to them, formal wizards whose life essence has been significantly improved have pushed the transformation of their physical bodies to the limit.
Can endure the cruel and painful transformation process, can endure the long and lonely exploration of knowledge, can use all means to make himself stronger, how can a wizard who has gone through all kinds of hardships and struggled out be a kind-hearted person?
When it comes to wizards in the wizarding world, people's most intuitive impressions are that they are powerful, insidious, evil, and cold. Although they are known as servants of knowledge and are always walking on the road of collecting knowledge, their methods of obtaining knowledge are definitely not benevolent.
and peace.
As a rare large-scale plane in the entire multiverse, the Wizarding World has inevitably enslaved thousands of small and medium-sized planes. They frantically extract resources and knowledge from those defeated planes to arm and strengthen themselves.
The strength. A wizard family that does not have its own private plane may not even be considered a low-ranking family in the Wizarding Continent.
At the forefront of the plane conquest in the wizarding world are wizards who are armed to the teeth. And first-level wizards like Anderson are nothing more than cannon fodder at the lowest level in the vast battlefield of plane conquest.
Yes, the lowest combat unit of the plane conquest army in the wizarding world is the first-level wizard. As for the wizard apprentices, these rookies who cannot even adapt to the laws of the plane are not even qualified to become cannon fodder.
Therefore, the more wizards she has experienced and seen, the more Alice is filled with awe towards them.
Although her spatial talent is considered to be the best original talent, in front of these official wizards, she is still just a canary that can be easily crushed to death. In the wizarding world, talent only represents your potential, not you.
Strength. Over the past thousands of years, have there not been many geniuses who died miserably in dark corners?
So when Alice realized that she was facing an official wizard, she immediately restrained all her pride and mania. Even though the heavy injuries on her body were so painful that she broke into a cold sweat, she bowed as if she didn't realize it.
Waiting for the other party's interrogation.
"I'm in a bad mood today because a few little bugs sneaked into my garden while I was doing experiments. What, little guy from Fanny's hut, who told you to break into my territory?
"There was no emotion or joy on Wizard Anderson's gloomy face, and his cold tone made even Alice shiver.
"Dear Wizard Anderson, my mentor, Lady Deborah, asked me to come here to deliver a message to you." Alice did not dare to neglect and hurriedly expressed her intention.
"That crazy bitch Deborah?" Anderson frowned in confusion: "You are the genius apprentice that Deborah accepted three years ago, right? Why, you want to come to me to practice your skills after you have a little ability? Jie Jie
Jie...little girl, didn't your instructor tell you that I hate being disturbed the most? By the way, those two little bugs are also from Fanny's cabin?"
Alice bowed and stood solemnly. After hearing this, she quickly replied: "No, we met outside the swamp. We all came here after accepting the mission. One of them is from Mandassor College and the other is from the Black Hand Association."
"Mission? Did you come to my magic swamp after accepting the mission?"
"Yes, we all took the trial tasks in our respective organizations before we ventured in here!"
"Damn, damn... I knew those damn guys from Sanlin Tower wouldn't let this place go. This is the Magic Swamp! This is my private territory, and those bastards actually turned this place into a mission point.
I will definitely report their damn behavior to the committee at the next wizard meeting..."
Maybe he was hit in some sore spot, and the already crazy wizard Anderson became even more crazy. He shouted vicious curses at some guys in the distance at the top of his lungs. When he got excited, Anderson even changed into seven or eight kinds of shapes one after another.
There are only three languages that Alice can understand or recognize.
After scolding her heartily, Wizard Anderson suddenly stopped talking and stared at Alice again with his cold eyes.
"For the sake of your respect, I won't let you stay. But if you break into my garden and wreak havoc, you can't go without punishment. This will teach you a lesson!" With the witchcraft in the hands of Wizard Anderson,
The magic staff tapped lightly, and a green light suddenly flew into Alice's empty right eye socket.
At the same time, a strange ring appeared at Alice's feet. After the magic fluorescence flashed for a few times, a bright light flashed and Alice disappeared into the stone chamber.
Almost at the same time that Alice was forcibly teleported away, the same teleportation aura appeared under the two wizard apprentices who were still running rampant in the depths of the swamp. With a flash of light, they were expelled from the magic swamp.
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The entrance to the Enchanted Swamp.
This is a desolate and desolate hillside.
Stretching in front of it is the Magic Swamp shrouded in thick fog. Looking inside, apart from the pitted swamp pools, there are thorn bushes and ghost-like wormwood growing in disorder. There is nothing surprising about it.
After a blinding flash of light, Alice fell to the ground again.
Before she could get up from the ground, white light flashed, and two familiar figures appeared in her sight.
Alice stood up with a groan, hurriedly took out various bottles and cans from her pocket, and began to work hard to recover from her injuries. Although she had left the magic swamp, she still did not dare to attack the wizard.
Have some complaints.
Who knows if that damn wizard has the means to continue to monitor them. Once he hears some bad words, I'm afraid he really won't be able to leave here.