Chapter 126: The Mage Tower in the Mountain Valley (Seeking Recommendations)

  Some elements in this Western dark history will become an important hurdle that Guagua must face in the future, guess who will absorb the divinity of the rotten god?

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  The old Baron of the Domain, Euric, fell gravely ill and was about to die, and his family became embroiled in a bitter dispute. His brother, Yucos, who was also the uncle of Euric's young heir, hired Victor and his companions to kill his young nephew.

  The task was not complex and the reward was immediate, enough to make Victor a hereditary knight, with everyone having an honorary knighthood and 500 gold coins as a reward.

  Xī Lǎng followed the team into the manor, and after completing the battle to kill his nephew as entrusted by his uncle, the group circled around a few times before returning to the agreed-upon location. Everyone got on their carriages and headed back.

  The fiery female thief Iren, the stuttering warrior Mataku, and Lin Ya, the master of Shiran, were all enthusiastically discussing this battle, but only Shiran felt a slight sense of unease.

  "Little guy, what are you thinking about?" Lin Ya fondly stroked his head and asked with concern.

  "Master... I don't know why, but I feel a bit worried." Xiran said hesitantly. Lin Ya burst out laughing: "Worried that you can't spend all the money? Ah, poor kid?" After saying this, Irene and Martak both started laughing.

  "Captain Victor didn't come back with us? We always walked together before..." Xiran said in puzzlement.

  As soon as he said this, the whole carriage fell silent.

  "Ilean said disapprovingly: 'Maybe that Victor guy was hooked up with some little tart, humph, what a shameless bunch.'"

  Stuttering Martak said: "T...team...how to do, with his consideration, we just listen and follow the command." Irene gave him a slightly sour look and said: "You're quite loyal, huh?"

  Matake smiled foolishly: "I... from a young age, I was an orphan, the captain taught me... my martial skills, brought me into... the team. Everything I have is his."

  Yilian tossed her fiery long hair, revealing her seductive body, intentionally pulling open a gap in her shirt to expose a white cleavage that made onlookers gasp in shock. Lin Ya, who hadn't spoken, let out a whistle and looked away, while Matake and Xiran stared fixedly at the breathtaking white valley, their eyes wide with wonder.

  Matake swallowed a mouthful of saliva, while Xiran felt his pants were about to burst and hastily looked away, only to sneak another peek from time to time.

  Yilian said with a provocative tone: "Aren't you afraid that all the money will eventually become the property of our team leader's wife?" As she spoke, she couldn't help but chuckle proudly.

  "Little brother, why is your face red? Do you want to play with sister?" Irene teased Xiran in a seductive voice.

  The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and Xilang shifted his attention away, immediately catching a faint scent of bitter almond. This smell was so thin that if he hadn't awakened to the devil's bloodline, he wouldn't have been able to detect it even with careful sniffing.

  "The horse...the horse...the carriage...direction...towards...not right." Mataku also noticed the problem, lifted the curtain of the horse-drawn carriage and said.

  "Everyone, calm down, we're almost there." A familiar voice came from the top of the carriage, it was Victor, the leader of their small mercenary group.

  Yilian quickly tidied up her clothes, brought her two legs together, and assumed a dignified posture. Matake and Xiran both looked at each other without doing or saying anything. Only Linye chuckled twice.

  The horse carriage stopped.

  Victor patted the top of the carriage and calmly said: "Everyone come out." He jumped down from the top of the carriage first, walking to an open area.

  Xiran and the other three got out of the carriage, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy from the cold wind, especially Irene and Marta, who showed obvious weakness and discomfort.

  Xī Lǎng immediately recalled the faint almond smell he had detected in the train carriage earlier. If it weren't for his demonic bloodline awakening, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect this scent.

  "What's going on?!!" Irene's legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground. Matake and Lin Ya immediately drew their weapons, leaning against the carriage compartment, becoming vigilant. "Captain, hide!" Irene shouted immediately.

  "It's no use struggling. I did it." Victor said calmly with his back to them.

  "Mr. Yukos said that after he becomes a baron, he will appoint me as his shadow knight to control his power in the dark and become a viscount," Viktor continued to say calmly.

  "I will avenge you. Go in peace." Victor said calmly.

  "But Captain! Don't you have any feelings for us?! Was your love for me all a lie?!" Irene shouted hysterically, losing all composure, with tears the size of beans streaming down her face.

  "Mr. Yukos, will give me the elder daughter of Baron Olie, sixteen-year-old Ruth. I am already thirty-five years old, I need a young bride," said Victor.

  He paused for a moment, then raised his hand, but didn't put it down for half a day. Soldiers wearing black uniforms walked out of the forest, holding military crossbows in their hands.

  "I've had enough of this adventurous life. I yearn for a stable one. Growing up in the slums, all I could do was look up to those high-born nobles. If given a title and a chance to walk the straight path, I'd give anything. Your lives,"

  "It's even mine." Victor's voice was still as calm as ever. He is now an 8th-level Holy Warrior and has also grasped the Divine Fighting Spirit, making him the strongest person in this small squad. The other deputy captain, Ivan, a 4th-level mage, did not participate in this operation.

  "I don't want to spend my whole life on adventures, nor do I want to wait until I'm old and just be the mayor of a desolate small town," Victor said.

  The first one who burst into tears was Marta K.

  Victor raised his head, took a deep breath and said with a sob: "Goodbye, friends! I owe you, I'll pay you back in my next life!!!"

  He finished, and with a mighty swing of his arm, countless crossbow bolts shot out from the dense forest, Lin Ya used her last bit of strength to pounce on Xilan, pinning him under her body. Iren, Matake and Lin Ya were all pierced by arrows.

  Xī Lǎng felt his blood vessels about to burst again, he glared viciously at Victor, only to find that Victor's two eyes were emitting a faint green color, which looked just like the color of the treatment agent.

  Deputy commander, mage Ivan, walked out of the forest and said: "Because the direct line of the Baron's family has died out, and the Baron's brother Yukos committed murder, according to the agreement 100 years ago, this land will belong to my teacher, Great Mage Reslin. And my teacher does not like adventurers who are good at plotting against each other, and their subordinates."

  Ivan's mage robe fluttered, looking both elegant and free-spirited.

  Under the protection of Grand Mage Reslin, no one would dare to make any unfavorable moves towards the people of the Baron's territory. From then on, the people of the Baron's territory were filled with reverence and gratitude for Grand Mage Reslin, living a happy life. The leader of the adventurer group was willing to give up his freedom and become the mage's servant."

  The law master let out a breath, and fired several ice cones, thoroughly piercing Yiren, Matake, and Linye, making sure they were all dead before preparing to leave. However, he found that under Linye's body, a cold aura emerged.

  "Huh? Has my magic leveled up again?" Ivan, the mage, wondered, as he shot another ice spear at Viktor's corpse, still nothing changed.

  He signaled a soldier to walk over and flip open Lin's corpse, revealing Xiran who was struggling to suppress his breath and trembling with fear.

  "Who would have thought I'd run into a little devil with magical talent? This trip wasn't in vain after all," said Ivan the mage.

  Originally, the great wizard Reslin had been studying the corpse and divine signs of the God of Decay all along, wanting to seize the remaining divinity of the God of Decay to complete his own feat of becoming a god. And these medicinal potions were actually a kind of life form similar to biological viruses, which would invade the adventurer's body through wounds and control their thinking, becoming the great wizard Reslin's loyal slaves. Victor was not very aware of this secret, but did not think that he himself had also fallen into the trap, becoming the puppet of the wizard.

  Xī Lǎng was brought by Fǎ Shī Yī Fán, all the way north, to a tower of a fǎ shī in the depths of the foul-smelling forest.

  This mage tower is leaning against a circular valley, carved out of the mountain wall, with a strong magical power inside.

  In the very center of the valley, there was a bottomless well, with threads of black air circulating repeatedly through layers of magical devices.

  "Kid, you're quite lucky to have the makings of a mage. I've brought you here for the teacher to take a look. If you can become an apprentice, then you'll be able to survive. But if you can't, well, that's too bad - you'll just be thrown into the Black Well and become part of the rot." Mage Ivan muttered to himself.

  Xī Lǎng still wore a cold face, with ropes tied on his hands, slowly following behind Fǎ Shī Yī Fán.

  He is mentally uncomfortable and has some complicated feelings. His master Lin Ya was killed by Fa Shi, but he himself may become a Fa Shi because of this Fa Shi, which is a path that he dare not think about.

  He had suffered and been tormented by the devil's blood in his body, but every time it was this devil's blood that saved him from death again and again.

  Xī Lǎng was struggling in his heart, following Victor with a wooden face and the black-robed mage Ivan in a daze, along the winding mountain road, into this strange mage tower.

  As I walked into the mage's tower, although it was a large hall formed by excavating the mountain wall, it didn't feel stuffy at all. On the contrary, it made me feel very spacious. On a chair as tall as a pyramid, sat an old man with a white beard, his body resembling a skull, with many layers of wrinkled skin, seemingly containing a lot of history. He wore a pitch-black robe, and if not for his extremely eye-catching beard, Xiran could hardly see this person.

  In the vast hall, Xilang could vaguely feel a continuous and strange magical power swirling around.

  "Ivan, you're back. How did things go outside?" The old man on the nearly hundred-meter-high chair asked in a lukewarm tone.

  Ivan bowed respectfully and said: "Great Mentor, the task you entrusted to me has been completed. The fake medicine disguised as treatment medicine has successfully flowed into the market, and the Earl of Orlais' territory has also been taken over by our controlled adventurers."

  This old man must be the great wizard Rastlin that Eryndor spoke of.

  "It's all right, once the ordinary people on the periphery are controlled, we don't have to worry about them disturbing us. The potion should be spread out more, and a religion that worships me should be established to help me absorb divinity as soon as possible."

  Ivan bowed his head respectfully and replied: "Yes, great teacher."

  "What's with the kid next door?" Ressler asked again.

  Ivan replied: "This is a child with a talent for magic that the students discovered while performing their tasks, and they have come to present him to you, Master."

  Rayslin's dry laughter echoed in the empty hall, saying: "This child is a seed of an artificer, and naturally also a seed of a spellcaster. Let him stay."

  Thus, Xilang became a law apprentice and stayed in the Valley Law Master Tower to serve Law Master Ivan.

  I don't know why, but Xiran's virtual scene teaching feels a bit dull and unsmooth from here, as if there are traces of major revisions. Fortunately, the knowledge imparted is still relatively complete.

  After five months, it seemed that Raslin had gone too far and attracted the attention of several other powers, making the situation not so good.

  It seems that this method of massively enslaving ordinary humans has offended the interests and moral views of many people, drawing everyone's attention.

  A massive storm is brewing on the edge of the rotten forest, ready to overturn this rotten well at any moment.

  One night, Xilang returned to his small single room and was about to meditate when he seemed to hear a special sound coming from afar. Suddenly, the ground shook violently, and countless dark shadows rushed in from all directions. The powerful magic shield on the Mountain Valley Master's Tower was shattered by the massive meteorite, quickly shattering like a glass cover.

  It shattered nine times in a row, apparently this magic shield has a total of nine layers.

  Then, a dark shadow rushed in from outside, killing anyone they saw, and quickly rushed into the largest hall inside.

  Xī Lǎng hid in his small single room, not daring to move, only curiously looking outwards. The battle was soon coming to an end. A huge explosion sounded in the valley, and the air suddenly expanded in the largest hall inside, then quickly collapsed inward.

  The black-clad men outside immediately stopped their attack and instead searched around for any remaining survivors.

  He crawled under his own bed, holding his breath, and didn't dare move.

  The door was soon kicked open and someone said: "This is a servant's room." Then he went out.

  After a while, several giant knife feet appeared at the door and slowly walked in, listening to the report from the person beside him.

  These knives are as big as a horse's leg and look like an insect's foot enlarged millions of times, but the shape looks more like a spider's foot.

  When that spider leg passed in front of the door, it stopped and then seemed to give an order, slowly walking in and standing in front of the bed.

  Xirang's tense body was covered in sweat, under the oppressive spider legs, he felt as if the air itself was a physical sandbag pressing down on him. Fortunately, he was crawling, otherwise, under this pressure, he would have directly knelt to the ground.

  Xī Lǎng didn't know that this was a wizard's aura circle, and the big spider in front of him was also an outstanding wizard.

  Rip! The bed on Xiran's head was torn in two like a sheet of paper, and Xiran was suddenly exposed before the spider-like creature.