Its peculiarity lies in the fact that each complete cell is relatively independent, and will continue to divide and proliferate indefinitely even if separated from the mother body.
Through research and experiments, we found that if the flesh and blood of the ancient gods were released into a certain world, that planet would quickly be polluted from the inside, and then the flow of soil and water would penetrate and corrode all living things.
Once intelligent life is infected, their thoughts and consciousness will quickly become crazy, and they will develop endless dark desires.
Eventually the entire planet will completely become part of the ancient gods.
When the dark desires and madness of those intelligent creatures accumulate to a certain level, they will give rise to a distorted consciousness that cannot be described in words.
When consciousness and flesh and combine blood, a new ancient god will be born.
That is to say, this unknown form of extraordinary life actually has many similarities with the Old Gods of Azeroth that we are studying.
They all have very strong vitality, corrosion ability and adaptability to extreme environments. Once they appear on a planet, it is basically very difficult to completely eradicate them. Even if they are temporarily suppressed and sealed, it will only delay the time slightly.
The most important thing is that during the window period when the ancient god's self-consciousness awakens from its slumber, it can be replaced by another person's consciousness.
We can definitely combine the flesh and blood of the ancient god with the oil to create a destructive biological weapon..."
Accompanied by a fully transformed Vedalken from the New Phyrexia Blue Faction, he pointed at the huge, indescribable thing covered with tentacles and eyes in the laboratory and began to talk incessantly about his research topic.
He looked so excited and thrilled that he was dancing around a little.
The reason is simple! The Vedalken are a race obsessed with knowledge, technology, and exploring unknown areas.
Although they have been completely transformed by the oil, the desire for knowledge rooted in their bones has never changed.
Now, these Vedalken not only have access to a vast amount of new knowledge every day, but also have endless topics to research.
In comparison, Zuo Si looked much calmer. He did not show much surprise at the so-called ancient god in front of him. He just nodded slightly.
After all, he had seen the Old Gods of Azeroth, and even sealed one of them, Yogg-Saron, in the Void Gazing Staff.
The overlap in capabilities and functions between the two is as high as over 90%.
Perhaps the only advantage is that it is relatively easy to control.
After all, even mortals can take over the bodies of ancient gods while they are asleep, replacing them with their own thoughts, will, and soul.
Just when Zuo Si was about to say something, a powerful divine force suddenly tore through the magical protection covering the outer layer of the Mutahar floating city.
The shrill alarm sounds in the laboratory were incessant.
Before anyone else could react, a beautiful woman in a dark silk robe, with fair skin and long black hair, appeared out of nowhere. It was Midnight, the third generation magic goddess of Toril.
And in her arms she was holding a baby whose appearance was constantly changing.
"All clear!"
Seeing that it was an old acquaintance, Zuo Si immediately raised his hand and gave an order to the artificial intelligence that controlled the laboratory's security.
moment!
The alarm that was blaring one second disappeared the next.
And the guards who swarmed in from all directions quickly retreated to their original positions.
"I finally found you. Here, this is your newborn child. I'm handing her over to you now."
Midnight subconsciously glanced at the twisted piece of meat in the laboratory's stripping container and went straight to the point without any nonsense.
"My offspring?!"
Zuo Si was stunned for a moment, then quickly used his super memory to recall that today was Aisha's due date.
However, his reaction obviously made Midnight, who still had some mortal memories and personality, quite dissatisfied. He immediately raised his eyebrows and asked, "How could you even forget the time of your wife's childbirth? As a husband, you are really derelict in your duty."
"I'm sorry, I've been to two places recently where time is very chaotic and there's no concept of time at all, so I'm a little slow to the flow of time."
As he spoke, Zuo Si took his daughter, who had just turned into a ball of energy, from the goddess's hands, and felt this tiny young body that was connected to his blood.
Although he had long anticipated that his offspring would definitely be unusual, such a strange state still surprised him.
Midnight rolled her eyes in annoyance at this almost perfunctory explanation and apology: "Although this is a political marriage, your indifference and ruthlessness really opened my eyes.
You know, that poor mortal woman almost died in the delivery room.
Because your newly born offspring almost caused the collapse of the magic network in the entire palace and even in Kalin Port just by absorbing energy once.
This little guy is too powerful and dangerous for ordinary people.
It is best not to allow her to return to Faerun alone unless you are accompanying her.
I don't want to do nothing but chase her around to repair the damaged magic net."
Facing the goddess' complaints and complaints, Zuo Si had already trained himself to be invulnerable to swords and guns, and was not affected by water or fire. While trying to stabilize the little one in his arms, he asked without turning his head: "What on earth is going on? Why did my daughter become like this? Wasn't she fine and normal when she was examined by the priest before?"
"I think it may be related to your identity as a planeswalker and the dark void connected to the spark."
Midnight expressed his guess without hesitation.
"Dark void?"
Zuo Si's expression suddenly became serious.
Because anything related to the dark void is not a trivial matter.
Midnight explained patiently: "If I'm not mistaken, you should have already started trying to draw strength from that place full of chaos, disorder, primitive energy and matter, right?"
"Yes." Zuo Si nodded slightly, and then asked again: "You mean... the power in the dark void indirectly affected my descendants?"
Midnight patiently explained: “It's not just an influence, it's an irreversible reshaping.
Don't forget that from the moment you became the lord of the ninth layer of Baator, you have been a true quasi-divine power.
The power of all gods and quasi-divine powers will be reflected on their descendants to a greater or lesser extent.
This is why they are more likely to become heroes or new gods than mortals.
And your power expands so quickly that the fetus needs to constantly absorb and adapt to new abilities during the growth process, so the external form naturally cannot be easily stabilized.
Finally, with the influence of the chaotic logic and primitive energy of the dark void, it has become what it is now.
Now what you have to do is to make this little girl develop self-awareness as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult for her to stabilize her form. "
"Damn! This isn't going to be easy."
Zuo Si suddenly felt a headache.
Because just now, he had managed to keep his daughter stable in the state of a human baby for less than a minute, and the next moment she turned into a baby dragon and wanted to flap her wings and fly.
Since there is no self-awareness, all behaviors are derived from primitive biological instincts.
Unless coercive measures are used, there is no way to control him. He is simply a living ancestor.
"ha!
Just take your time to figure it out. Anyway, I have already done my duty.
Be careful, she is a true quasi-divine power who can draw energy from her surroundings at will.
As for whether there are any other abilities, it is not yet known.”
After saying this with a hint of gloating, the magic goddess disappeared instantly.
To be exact, he returned to Faerun with the help of the planeswalker's spark.
"What am I going to do with you now?"
Zuo Si tried his best to control the restless little one in his arms, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.
You know, an ordinary human baby is enough to make its parents extremely exhausted, not to mention a supernatural baby with the ability to transform and powerful supernatural powers.
It was difficult just to keep her from running around or causing destructive damage.
Because in less than a few seconds after Midnight left, four New Phyrexian creations and two intelligent golems in the laboratory were killed and crushed alive by the sudden force field.
And all this was just their appearance that aroused the baby's curiosity.
Fortunately, Zuo Si reacted quickly and restored these unfortunate guys to their original state by distorting reality.
"Great Father of New Phyrexia, I may be able to use the technology to preserve the spark of the planeswalker to help you make a small incubator. In this way, you don't have to worry about your daughter running around..."
Before Jinji Tasha could finish his words, his hard body, which had been strengthened countless times, was suddenly twisted into a knot on the spot by some huge force.
The harsh sound of metal twisting and colliding is as uncomfortable as scratching fingernails on a blackboard.
What's even more terrible is that the oil engine was directly crushed, and a large amount of oil gushed out through the gaps like it was free.
"Don't say anything to her face that might be harmful.
Although this little guy does not have self-awareness yet, he possesses divine powers and can sense kindness and malice.
Any remarks or actions that may cause a threat are likely to trigger her self-protection mechanism.
In other words, she will try to kill any life form that poses a threat to herself."
Zuo Si restored the Blue Demon Judge to its original state and gave a reminder.
"What a terrifying power! Can you manipulate energy, form force fields, and sense good and evil intentions at will just after you are born?"
Since New Phyrexian creatures basically do not experience emotions such as fear, Jinjitaxia not only did not care about being almost killed just now, but instead began to show great interest in the baby's constantly changing appearance.
"No, her ability is not limited to this, there must be many more that have not been revealed.
That's why I have a headache about what to do with her.
Can you imagine how dangerous it would be for a baby to have no concept of good and evil but be able to easily destroy a world?
The Magic Goddess Midnight probably brought her from Faerun to get rid of a big trouble."
After saying that, Zuo Si began to try to build a protective barrier made of divine-like power around his daughter.
However, this barrier is in reverse, not to protect the baby inside, but to ensure that she cannot release her power easily.
Perhaps because she felt the blood connection with her father, the baby girl did not resist this behavior, but watched it all with wide eyes and curiosity.
When the barrier was completed, Zuo Si breathed a sigh of relief. He lifted up his daughter who had transformed into a devil and asked, "Let me give you a name now. What do you think?"
“Aaaaaa——”
The baby girl waved her arms and tail and made happy noises.
"How about I call you Anne? Princess Anne, that sounds pretty good."
Zuo Si continued to seek the little guy's opinion.
Because she was not an ordinary baby, she might have had her own name in her mind from the moment she was born.
The baby girl immediately burst into giggles when she heard the name, obviously accepting the name, and then began to twist her body restlessly, as if she was filled with endless energy.
As a quasi-divine being, little Annie obviously does not need sleep, let alone rest and breastfeeding.
Through the observation just now, Zuo Si can basically confirm that when she feels hungry, she will subconsciously draw energy from the surrounding environment.
Since the planeswalker spark itself connects different worlds, this is not a big problem.
The top priority right now is to give birth to the self-awareness of this little creature as soon as possible, and then let her stabilize her form, while not using her power at will to kill and destroy.
Otherwise, if Zuo Si had been distracted for even the slightest moment, an unimaginable horrific tragedy might have occurred.
In order to do this, he directly ordered Jinjitaxia to create a box containing a large amount of knowledge and information, and let little Annie play with this box to quickly absorb enough information, so that she can grow rapidly in spirit and intelligence.
During this period, Zuo Si did not dare to be distracted at all, and spent all his time and energy on taking care of and teaching his daughter almost 24 hours a day.
At least before this little guy can control his own power, basically don't expect to spare any extra energy to do other things personally. At best, you can send an avatar or projection to handle it a little.
…
At the same time, as the news that the Queen of the West Coast Empire had given birth to a child with quasi-divine powers continued to spread, Dumbledore, who was drinking and resting in a roadside inn near Neverwinter, finally learned about it from a traveling merchant.
His first reaction was similar to that of most people, starting with shock and then disbelief.
But soon the wise old man realized that it must be true.
After all, he had witnessed with his own eyes the war that Zuo Si launched in the world of Azeroth, as well as the horrific scene after the killing of the Old God Yogg-Saron in the Storm Peaks of Northrend.
Understand how terrible this young man who once went to Hogwarts has become.
As his offspring, it is not impossible that he is born with quasi-divine powers.
What's more, the source of this news is the bishop of the Church of the Magic Goddess of Kalin Port. The other party has no reason and no need to lie.
"Time flies. I never thought that even Thors has his own children. I don't know what will happen to Hogwarts and the wizarding world after I leave."
Dumbledore took a sip of the mead in his cup and muttered quietly.
At this moment, he had completely lost the friendly and kind appearance he had when he was the principal. His eyes were as sharp as daggers, and his white wizard robe was even stained with many blood spots.
The long sword hanging at the waist even gave off a faint smell of blood.
Any adventurer with a bit of experience could tell that this old man dressed as a wizard must have killed a lot of people, monsters, or beasts recently.
In fact, because he was not in a hurry, Dumbledore set out from Ascatra and it took him more than two months to get here.
He did not take the fast and convenient airship, nor did he choose to take a boat. Instead, he rode a horse alone through the Misty Mountain Area, stopping in towns such as Nashikai, Belgost, Candlekeep, Baldur's Gate, Dragonspear Castle, and Daggerford along the way, to experience the customs and practices of this world.
He even received a warm welcome from Khelbourne and Lyra when he was in Waterdeep, and the two sides had a pleasant exchange in the field of magic for ten days.
Finally, they set out on their journey to Neverwinter.
Of course, as part of the great adventure, various monsters, beasts and bandits are indispensable.
Although after the West Coast Empire gradually took control of the North, it had carried out large-scale cleanups of threatening targets through methods such as offering bounties and hiring adventurers, Dumbledore still encountered no less than thirty battles.
There are some that are relatively easy to deal with, such as goblins and kobolds, as well as some that are not so easy to deal with, such as gnolls, orcs, lizardmen, ogres and trolls.
Animals such as wolves, wild boars, bears, leopards, tigers and giant spiders are commonplace.
The most dangerous time was when he encountered four pterosaurs that fell from the sky and he almost became their food.
In these thrilling battles, Dumbledore's inner desire for adventure and the thrill of brushing shoulders with death were completely aroused, and he became more and more proficient in the use of magic in this world.
Compared to teaching in school, this is the life he really wants to live.
Just as the old man picked up the plate and prepared to eat something to fill his stomach, he suddenly heard a man dressed as an adventurer next to him complaining with gritted teeth after drinking the wine in the glass: "Damn it! We came at the wrong time."
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
Another customer dressed as a businessman asked curiously.
"Hehe! You haven't been to Neverwinter yet, have you?" the adventurer asked with a sneer.
The merchant nodded hurriedly. "Yes, I am planning to go to Neverwinter to deliver goods and buy some ironware, salt, cloth, condiments, and wine to sell to the barbarian tribes in the forest."
"If you are willing to buy me a glass of the best wine in this store, I will tell you a secret about Neverwinter."
The adventurer made a straightforward offer.
This is also an established practice in pubs and inns.
If you want to ask someone for information, it is the most basic courtesy to buy them a glass of good wine.
If the information is more important or exclusive, you will have to pay extra gold coins as a reward.
This means that treating someone to a drink will cost at least one or two gold coins.
Such a "huge" cost obviously made him, who runs a small business, feel very painful.
When the businessman was hesitating, Dumbledore threw two gold coins minted by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth: "Pour him a glass of your best wine."
Seeing someone paying, the bartender immediately opened the bottle of "treasure of the store" and poured the mercenary a full glass without saying a word.
The latter held it up to his nose with an intoxicated look on his face and sniffed it before taking a big gulp. His originally pale skin suddenly turned a little red, obviously affected by the high concentration of alcohol.
Fortunately, he quickly shook his head to sober himself up, and exclaimed with a smile: "What a great wine! Thank you!"
"You're welcome. Now you can start telling me the secrets you know." Dumbledore urged calmly.
"It's nothing, actually. There are just rumors that a mysterious epidemic has begun to appear in Neverwinter.
Especially in areas where poor people live, many violent coughs can be heard.
A guard revealed to me that even the church of Tyr, the god of justice, cannot come up with a solution for the time being.
If things continue like this, Neverwinter may have to impose martial law and quarantine, or even completely close the city and prohibit anyone from leaving."
The adventurer told everything he knew.
As he mentioned, it's really no secret.
Because recently every merchant and traveler entering Neverwinter could feel the tension and panic.
After all, since Talona turned from evil to neutral, there hasn't been a large-scale outbreak of infectious diseases like this in densely populated areas for a long time.
"You mean... Plague?!"
The businessman's face changed drastically.
After all, if a plague broke out in Neverwinter, those who were engaged in trade would be hit the hardest.
The adventurer nodded seriously, "Yes, it's the plague. Although we don't know what the real situation is, it is said that a small number of infected people have begun to die. In addition, the cemetery has also issued a new regulation that all those who died of the disease must be cremated before they can be buried in the tomb."
"Gods! This is horrible!"
Another halfling nearby who heard the conversation exclaimed.
Anyone with a little common sense would understand that if an infectious epidemic could not be cured by the temple priests, it must be related to magic.
It might even be a magical plague created intentionally, and there must be a huge conspiracy behind it.
Especially now that various towns in the North are gradually accepting the direct or indirect rule of the West Coast Empire, it is bound to affect some vested interest groups.
If they unite and do things secretly, this gradually prosperous land might be ravaged by war again.
"May the goddess of wealth bless you! I have to find a way to finish the delivery and leave before the city is closed. Otherwise, I'll be doomed if I'm trapped inside."
The businessman prayed devoutly to his patron saint.
While the guests around the bar were all disturbed by the news, only Dumbledore remained calm. He simply stroked his thick beard and whispered, "Has it already started? It seems I can't keep procrastinating like this."
After that, he ate the food on the plate at a very fast speed, left the money for the hotel, drinks and meals, rode on the white horse that had accompanied him all the way, and began to gallop towards the direction of Neverwinter.
We successfully arrived at our destination in just over an hour.
This time, the old man did not go around to appreciate the local scenery and taste various delicacies as he had done before. Instead, he quickly came to the castle and told the guards his identity and purpose.
After about a few minutes, Lord Nasir and his deputy, the paladin Aribeth, walked out.
"Welcome, Sir Albus Dumbledore."
Lord Nasir took the initiative to open his arms and gave the other party a warm hug.
Although he has now handed over most of the power in his hands to bureaucrats from the empire, and is more of a supervisor and law enforcer, he still retains the honorary title.
Lord Nasir was actually very satisfied with this change.
Being a soldier by birth, he was not very good at handling government affairs and settling accounts of expenditures and taxes.
Now, we can just leave everything to the professional bureaucrats.
With the help of the huge trade alliance built around the West Coast Empire, Neverwinter has been developing at a rapid pace.
At present, the population in the city has increased from more than 20,000 to 80,000. The original old city area can no longer accommodate such a large population, so it can only demolish part of the city wall to expand outward.
The prosperous market and wide range of goods have greatly improved the living standards of ordinary people.
If this kind of peace and rapid development could last for more than a decade, Lord Nasir couldn't imagine what Neverwinter would become.
"I am also very honored to meet you, Lord." Dumbledore responded with a smile, and then cast his eyes on the half-elf paladin. "I think you must be Lady Eribeth? Thors has mentioned you to me more than once. He has always praised your bravery and pursuit of justice."
"I am Eribeth de Timalande. I am truly unworthy of your praise, His Majesty Thors."
The half-elf paladin had a polite smile on his face, still as low-key and humble as ever.
She didn't notice at all that when Dumbledore saw his fiancé, Van Swick, a strange look flashed in his pupils.
Because the elf priest was so handsome that he caused a strong excitement in his heart.
You know, ever since he had a falling out with his old lover Grindelwald, Dumbledore has never had such a special feeling again.
"Hello, sir. My name is Van Swick, and I am a priest serving Tyr, the god of justice."
Seeing that the other party was staring at his face for a long time, Van Swick quickly stretched out his right hand and introduced himself.
After all, he represented the Temple, which had a significant influence in Neverwinter and needed to keep pace with the center of the West Coast Empire to some extent.
"Please allow me to pay tribute to the great God of Justice."
Dumbledore also stretched out his hand and shook it tightly, feeling the warmth from the other's palm and his own heart beating suddenly faster.
"Anyone who has a heart that pursues justice and fairness can bathe in the holy light of Tyr."
With his keen perception, Van Swick obviously felt something was wrong, and after saying a few polite words, he hastily pulled his hand back.
After a brief acquaintance, Lord Nasir quickly invited the envoy of the Emperor of the Empire into the castle, and then asked tentatively in an uncertain tone: "Mr. Dumbledore, if you don't mind, could you tell me why you are here?"
"I come for the plague."
Dumbledore gave the answer very straightforwardly.
"plague?"
Lord Nasir's expression changed slightly.
Dumbledore nodded seriously. "Yes, the plague. I think you and your men should have noticed the large-scale infectious disease that suddenly appeared in Neverwinter, and even a number of deaths."
"So this is really a spreading magical plague? A premeditated attack?"
Aribest stood up from his chair in an instant.
As a holy warrior of Tyr, she knew exactly how many seriously ill and dying civilians the temple had admitted recently, and how many bodies had been taken to the cemetery to be burned and buried.
Although Neverwinter seemed to be operating as usual, in reality no less than two hundred people had died.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. We can only know this after investigation. The most urgent task right now is to start the quarantine immediately to prevent the magic plague from spreading further and causing more people to be infected and die."
As he said this, Dumbledore glanced out of the corner of his eye at the man not far away who had a stiff expression, said nothing, and was wearing the emblem of the guardian god Heim.
His name is Deszel, and he is the leader of the Church of the Guardian God of this city, and also one of the culprits of the plague in Neverwinter.
Perhaps no one present knew that Deszel had actually betrayed the god he believed in and turned to the creator race that had just awakened.
Of course, Dumbledore would not reveal information like this easily.
Because he only knew Deszel as a traitor, and he didn't know how many people there were in the organization behind him, or what kind of power they held.
"You mean to block the entire city and prohibit all pedestrians and business travelers from entering or leaving?"
Lord Nasir opened his mouth in shock.
With the current scale of Neverwinter's trade, he couldn't imagine how huge the economic losses would be if the city was closed to prevent merchants from entering and leaving.
But Dumbledore emphasized: "This is the only way now.
Otherwise, tens of thousands of residents would die when the plague rages, and there would be no time to receive treatment.
What's more, if this was indeed a premeditated attack, blocking the city could also limit the opponent's space for activities.
Do not hesitate, my lord.
First, save as many lives as possible, and consider the rest after the crisis is resolved."
"Wait a minute! If this plague is as serious as you described, does the Empire have a corresponding antidote?" Deszel suddenly jumped out and interrupted.
"Maybe there is, maybe not. I am only here to investigate, and I know nothing else."
Dumbledore deliberately used ambiguous words to deliberately confuse the other party.
Because he knew that if he said he had an antidote, this guy would send people to seize and destroy it.
“Okay, let’s isolate first.
Erebeth, you immediately go and give orders to the guards to close and block the gates leading to various areas in the city.
Vanswick, you and Deszel will prepare to admit all patients infected with the plague.
Even if we can't cure them, we should try our best to alleviate their pain.
Sir Albus Dumbledore, the investigation is now in your hands.
I will then issue an order to Neverwinter Academy, allowing you to select some outstanding students as mercenaries and followers."
Nasir was indeed a man who had seen big situations and made a decision in just a few minutes.
As a believer in the God of Justice, he obviously would not be like those profit-seeking guys who would joke about the lives of civilians in order to make money.
Just like that, following the Lord's order, the entire Neverwinter City began to implement strict population movement control measures.
Even the Panisula district, where nobles and wealthy businessmen live, is no exception.
Just from this point, we can see the relative fairness of Neverwinter and the strong deterrent effect of law and order.
Although nobles and wealthy people can enjoy some privileges to a greater or lesser extent, when it comes to critical moments, they are no different in essence from ordinary people.
As the huge iron gate was slammed shut, the entire city from top to bottom was put into a state of complete isolation.
Guards with strips of cloth soaked in holy water wrapped around their mouths and noses patrolled the streets repeatedly to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to commit crimes.
As for Dumbledore, after leaving everyone's sight, he immediately used magic to monitor Deszel's every move.
Just as he expected, this guy was not just one person, but had a huge organization behind him.
Most of them are members of the Church of the Fallen Guardian God who are in cahoots with them.
Having betrayed the god of their faith, they had long been unable to obtain divine arts, and instead borrowed power from demons and the queen of the creator race, Mosala, to form spells or divine arts.
It is obvious that Deszel has only one goal, which is to eliminate Dumbledore, the troublesome outsider.
After all, if the population of Neverwinter did not die a lot and a huge chaos was not created, it would be basically impossible for the Queen of the Creator Race, Mosala, and her men to reoccupy Neverwinter.
The reason is simple! Due to the special nature of this city, Zuo Si has set up a very strict magical defense capability.
It would be very difficult for a race of creators who had just awakened from their slumber to lift it up.
So their goal is to use the plague to kill as many people as possible, and then turn the corpses into undead, destroying the balance of the magic network in this area through more and more negative energy.
In this way, the protection will collapse and disappear completely under the influence of negative energy.
If we ignore the influence of the voters and the gods, there is certainly nothing wrong with Queen Mosala's actions.
But the problem is that the current Faerun is not the primitive and barbaric state it was tens of thousands of years ago, but an era where gods walk everywhere and liches and legendary wizards are as numerous as dogs.
Old antiques like the Creator race are simply unable to adapt to today's changes.
Didn't you see that even an immortal legend like the Earth Prophet Alcindor has chosen to give way to the Netherese civilization?
What's more, there is the insurmountable mountain of Zuo Si on the west coast of the continent of Faerun.
Dumbledore had no idea what on earth these guys had eaten that they had the guts to provoke such a terrible enemy who never showed mercy to his enemies.
Thinking of this, he shook his head and quickly took out a magic map he had made based on the inspiration of the Marauder's Map. Looking at the rapidly moving red dots on it, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and uttered a few words.
"Little mice hiding in the shadows, the hunting time has begun!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Dumbledore immediately activated the invisibility cloak, and the whole person disappeared in an instant while moving at high speed.
With the help of the map, he quickly found the first team of four people.
While the other party was still unaware of the danger, the most powerful wizard in the Earth's magic world activated a magic scroll at lightning speed.
In a flash!
A bright and dazzling fireball suddenly exploded in the crowd.
Boom!!!! The flames that reached over a thousand degrees Celsius instantly ignited all four people, and they fell to the ground wailing in agony.
Some parts had been completely burnt, while others had densely packed blisters and blood blisters that made your scalp tingle. The muscles under the skin had turned red and gave off a unique aroma of barbecue.
"It's him! He is our target!"
One of the guys, a strong man wearing armor and holding a mace, shouted in pain.
Unfortunately, before the other three people could get up, he saw a long sword flashing with electric light piercing directly through his eyes. The horrible electric current destroyed his brain in an instant, and even his body began to twitch continuously.
"Damn it! What kind of spell is that?"
Another of Deszel's men looked at the weapon in the principal's hand that was emitting dazzling electric light in shock.
He had just seen very clearly that when the sword was drawn, there was no electric light on the sword.
But after Dumbledore completed a spell, powerful electric light appeared on the sword.
You don't need to ask to know that this must be the effect of magic.
"The name of this spell is Thunder Weapon.
How about it, not bad, right?
Its original inspiration came from the first-ring magic [Electric Claw].
After some research, I turned it into a three-ring magic.
You are the first to experience the flavor and power of this spell since its creation."
After saying this, Dumbledore seemed to be possessed by Gandalf, and he swung his sword and attacked.
The remaining three men of Deszer were obviously unwilling to die like this, so they immediately launched a counterattack with their burned bodies.
But unfortunately, they obviously did not know much about the principal's swordsmanship skills.
What they didn't know was that after adding [Lightning Weapon] and several protective magics, the old man also cast [Tansen Transformation] on himself, and his melee ability was close to that of a LV12 elite warrior.
In less than ten seconds, he completed an efficient hunt as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.
(End of this chapter)
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