The Wizard World

Viss and the other two wizards did not say anything else, they left the area and returned to the black smoke.

Teams of black shadows appeared around the captured soldiers and started eliminating them one by one.

There were people groaning and begging for their lives.

Angele’s brow furrowed and he glanced at the woman in the hole. He thought for a while and took out a silver dagger.

He cut his finger open using the dagger and a drop of blood spurted out of the wound.

Angele grabbed the woman’s chin and dropped the blood into her throat.

Seconds later, the woman’s pupils retracted and the black blood veins slowly disappeared from her body.

"You!" The woman suddenly sat up and a white dagger appeared in her hand—she tried to stab Angele’s stomach.

"Ah!" She suddenly released the dagger from her hand and groaned as she held her head.

Angele stood there, his eyes surrounded by a red glow. He stared at the woman who was rolling on the ground.

"I’m like your ancestor now, you’ll be punished if you try to attack me," he spoke in a light tone. "You’d be dead already if I didn’t help you. I used my blood to refill your life energy and the drop of blood is why you’re still alive.

"Alright, I have no time to waste. Tell me, how to take the concept gear off your body?"

The woman recovered from the headache, she kneeled and remained silent.

"Are you deaf?" Angele narrowed his eyes and grabbed the woman by her hair.

"Just kill me..." The woman looked at Angele with her soulless eyes.

"I have no strong background and I’m just a chess piece that they don’t care about. The organization won’t care if I can complete my mission or not..."

"Huh? Why is the Dark Wizard Tower so confident?" Angele wondered.

"I don’t know..." The woman closed her eyes and raised her right arm. She tried to suicide by sending energy particles into her heart.

Angele snorted and the woman suddenly stopped moving.

"I need to you to be alive before I take the concept gear off your body."

The drop of blood he sent into the woman’s body had the bloodline of Lord of Terror in it.

The woman’s body had no way to resist the bloodline of a strong being that had the same power level as a rank 8 wizard. The bloodline conquered all the critical organs in the woman’s body and the woman was turned into an inheritor of his.

Angele could control the woman’s movement using his mind. It was like controlling a puppet with a human soul in it.

He thought for a while and pulled the woman toward him.

"Energy Drain..." He chanted the incantation in the universal ancient language.

The woman’s mouth was wide open, white smoke came out of her eyes, mouth, nose, and ears. The white smoke gathered on Angele’s palm.

The woman’s life energy was being drained as the white smoke left her body.

A living being’s life expectancy would be decreased if their life energy was weakened.

Angele wanted to make sure that the woman was no longer a threat to him so he drained her life energy. The woman could still live for around ten years and would have to stay with Angele just to survive due to the bloodline of the Lord of Terror.

To the creatures of other realms, the bloodline of the Lord of Terror was the essence of the power of Nightmare Realm. The creatures would do anything to survive with the essence in their bodies.

The bloodline of the Lord of Terror had similar features as the power of Nightmare Realm. They were both aggressive and they would try to take control of the creatures who were not owners of the bloodline or the power.

Angele assumed that was the reason why he was accepted by Nightmare Realm as Lord of Terror. His personality fitted the theme well.

The situation was the same for the woman, the bloodline in her body would make her try her best to survive even if she wanted to suicide. Survival had become her instinct and the situation would not change even if she was not mindless.

Angele sneered, he lowered his hand and glanced at the battlefield that was full of shadows.

The soldiers in white armors were all eliminated.

Their souls were drawn to Angele and he absorbed them immediately.

"Let’s leave after everything is done."

"Yes, Master," one of the shadows responded.

The shadows cleaned the battlefield as fast as possible; the dead bodies of the soldiers were either buried or melted.

Angele grabbed the woman and jumped to a hill, overlooking the far side.

He noticed that there was a team moving to the valley on the other side of the yellow plain. The leaders of the team were riding unicorns and Vivian was one of the leaders. Vivian was talking to an old man beside her, her brow furrowed and it looked like she was worried.

"That woman will be captured by the legion commanders and sold to the nobles of the empire, you can’t save her!" The woman recovered a bit and started mocking Angele.

"She’ll become a sex slave and be tortured by hundreds of people. Not only her body, her soul will also be tortured! Maybe you’ll get some young brothers or sisters later, ha!"

"Ah!" The woman’s head started aching again. "Why don’t you just kill me?!"

Angele was not concerned, he glanced at the woman and observed the team of the Elemental Hand again.

"Master, it’s done." Viss’s voice came from behind.

"Retreat!" Angele waved his hand.

The black smoke started moving and disappeared from the valley within minutes.

Angele stared at Vivian for a while, turned around, and disappeared into the valley.

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"Vivian?" The Fourth Elder looked at Vivian.

"What happened?"

Vivian rubbed her temple and spoke in a light tone, "Nothing... Someone was staring at us, but I don’t feel anything now."

A teenager that was about 15 years old approached Vivian with a red bowl in hand—it was full of warm blue soup.

"Master Vivian, you’re having trouble sleeping lately. I made this blue flower meat soup, would you like some?"

The teenager was blushing; he glanced at Vivian and it seemed like he liked Vivian a lot.

"Thank you, Colin." Vivian smiled and grabbed the bowl.

"It’s great." She sipped from the bowl.

"I’m glad you like it." The teenager looked excited, he turned around and ran away.

There was a bitter smile on Fourth Elder’s face. "Sorry, Vivian. Well, you know what my boy is thinking..."

There was also a bitter smile on Vivian’s face.

The young men of the team all tried to impress Vivian when they were traveling. Colin was the only problem for Vivian, he was a beloved student of Fourth Elder and he liked Vivian as well. There was a war going on and the two elders would rather focus on the situation.

"It has been years, but you’ve never changed, Vivian..." Fourth Elder chuckled.

"You and Henn are the two most attractive women of the Elemental Hand."

Vivian did not respond to those words, she was a bit speechless.

"The sigil Henn gave Green is no longer working, I hope Green is doing where. If his injury got worse when he was outside, I don’t know what will happen..."

"Don’t worry." Fourth Elder was not sure what he should say.

"He’s your son and everything should be fine. You should think more for yourself so that tragedy won’t happen again."

Vivian forced a smile on her face and remained silent.

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In the Molten River area.

A random cave.

Angele sat opposite to a golden bird cage with a blank expression on the face.

The cave was dark and narrow, they were the only two in the cave.

A golden bird was standing in the cage quietly, staring at Angele. It almost felt like the bird was a human being.

"I just become a rank 4 wizard and I’m much weaker than you. Why did you offer me help and why do you want to talk to me?"

"We’re friends who signed the chaos contract, I’ll help you when you’re in trouble," Prince Evil Dragon spoke in a low voice. "I trust the prophet and the guardians. The new Mirror Lord and the general of the Sky Lord are all playing important roles in their organizations."

"I’m definitely not one of them." Angele smiled. "Just go straight to the point."

Prince Evil Dragon nodded.

"Alright, you were promoted in the Dark Wizard Tower, right? I have a plan here. The important members of the Dark Wizard Tower are preparing a secret magic circle. The alliance has gathered an army. Half of our rank 4 wizards will join the operation since we need to make sure that the magic circle is destroyed, otherwise, we’ll be in trouble when the war starts." It seemed like Prince Evil Dragon had no idea that Angele was no longer serving the Dark Wizard Tower.

Angele took a sip of the flower tea. "The Dark Wizard Tower is fighting against the Shadow Realm and they still have the time to prepare a secret magic circle."

"We didn’t expect that as well, but our intel is trustable. Our strong wizards are fighting against the legions and we need your help to complete the mission." Prince Evil Dragon finally went to the point.

"Why do you trust me so much?" Angele chuckled.

"I’m certain that you’re not just an average rank 4 wizard." It seemed like Prince Evil Dragon was a believer of the guardians. "What do you say?"