Chapter 407 False? True?
"They killed Mentor Gorza!"
Haywood was extremely angry, and he clenched his bony hands into fists and waved them in front of his chest.
It seemed as if he wanted to give those rebels another good beating.
"I knew those eyes in the mezzanine would make up a history of the past hundred years." Thor found it funny.
In their conception, it is normal to set Gorza to die due to betrayal.
After all, these eyes may have died because of the tower master.
After death, he was imprisoned in the mezzanine forever, dozing off day after day.
But Thor still looked shocked, "Are you saying that someone killed the tower master and destroyed the wizard tower?"
He then showed his doubt appropriately, "How could a group of first-level wizards kill the tower master?"
"I don't know the specific process." Heywood showed a regretful expression, "It was the final step of Madam Euler's resurrection experiment. And because of the preparations for the preliminary experiment, I had exhausted all my strength and had to rest in the first warehouse."
Unexpectedly, when I was half asleep and half awake, a huge wave of magic and mental power suddenly came out from the upper floor of the wizard tower. Just as I was about to get up, I heard a loud noise, and I was almost knocked unconscious without any resistance. "
When I woke up, I wanted to see what happened. I saw several instructors besieging Instructor Gorza. The instructor's condition was obviously not right, not right..."
The old man Heywood actually began to tremble all over, and when the wind blew again, most of his silver hair was blown away, revealing the skin underneath that looked like it was severely burned.
At the same time, Thor saw that the back of his head where Heidi had been parasitized had a dent, as if half of the brain had been hollowed out! "I wanted to save the mentor." The old Heywood didn't notice his changes at all. He was still staring at the sky. "But when I passed by, the mentor suddenly started to burst into snowflakes all over his body."
Thor frowned, thinking, "Snowflakes bursting out? Isn't that blood? Isn't this what the half-elf looked like when he died? Could this illusion be referencing my recent memory?"
The Wizard Tower was a specialty of a large family that had at least a third-level official wizard. Thor couldn't guarantee whether the things in the mezzanine had abilities similar to the Nightmare Butterfly.
But he is protected by his diary, and the history of his soul itself contains secrets that cannot be pried into, so it should be difficult to see his memories under normal circumstances.
In other words, this illusion is like a dream. Although it is initiated by someone else, the content of the dream is actually created by himself.
Of course, there are other possibilities, such as the content coming from other people's thoughts...
Thor wanted to determine the cause of the illusion, so he tried to ask, "Why are there snowflakes on the mentor's body?"
Heywood shook his head in astonishment. "I don't know. No one knows. I only saw the snowflakes... The snowflakes contaminated everyone, all spirits, and all plants within a thousand meters..."
I was so scared, so scared, that I didn't think about anything else. I went into the abandoned underground laboratory and hid in the deepest part of the Soul Devouring Swamp. But despite this, I was still contaminated. It was Heidi who took the initiative to absorb all the pollution, then separated from my body and exploded, saving my life. "
I was in a daze for decades before I slowly woke up. I caught a hunter outside and asked him about it. Then I realized how much time had passed. I learned that almost everyone in the wizard tower had died. Only I and a few wizard apprentices who had not returned from outside had escaped. "
Old Heywood lowered his head and took his hands out of his sleeves.
Those hands were like tangled branches in the dark, extremely stiff even when trying to move.
"But I also lost most of my strength because of this, and I can only be considered a first-level apprentice."
After he finished speaking, he looked up again and stared at Thor's face. "Where have you been? Some people thought you were dead. Some people speculated that you knew that the tower master was contaminated and ran away. But when I saw you today, you seemed to be exactly the same as when you disappeared."
Heywood's eyes dropped from Thor's face to his clothes. "The clothes are exactly the same, without any signs of wear and tear. It's like time has stopped on you."
Thor took a step forward, the weeds rustling under his feet.
"Me? I fell into a pit for no apparent reason, and when I climbed out I saw the world become like this, and you came out and told me that a hundred years had passed."
Thor continued to move closer to Heywood.
The latter did not react at first, but gradually became afraid.
He took a step back, tripped over the bricks and stones behind him, and stumbled two steps.
Seeing that the other party was about to retreat, Thor immediately pushed off the ground with his feet and quickly chased after him.
Heywood turned around and tried to run, but his broken body was no match for the young and strong Thor.
Thor soon grabbed him by the back of his neck and pressed him against the broken wall.
"What are you going to do?" Heywood struggled in panic, without any of the demeanor of a top third-level apprentice a hundred years ago.
It seemed that pollution and death had drained his energy.
"Don't worry, I don't intend to kill you." Thor subdued the other party easily, but it was not as simple as consuming a product of an illusion.
As the only creature in the entire illusion with autonomous consciousness and response capabilities, his values and data are worthy of study and analysis.
Thor extended his mental power to feel the fluctuations in the other party's feedback. After that, he carefully learned about Haywood's injuries and physical condition.
"These data look so real." Thor let go of the old Haywood, and he suddenly felt less sure.
Is this really just an illusion created by the eyes of the vengeful spirits? Unless you experience it yourself, how can those eyes create such reasonable data? Heywood coughed twice. Whether from his appearance or the data that Thor just sensed, his body was very weak.
I don’t know how I managed to live for more than a hundred years.
At this time, the sunlight behind the two began to turn dim.
The sun is about to set.
Heywood was not angry. "Are you testing me? I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. It's getting dark, and we must enter the ruins of the wizard tower, otherwise a deadly guest will come to our door."
Seeing that Heywood was so calm, Thor did not attack again. "What kind of enemy? Can't you just leave here?"
Haywood had already begun to turn around and walk back.
"It's useless. Whether you stay in the dark or try to leave, you will be killed by those guys who are watching you. I just walked around the surrounding forest and captured a few nearby hunters. I almost died there. If I hadn't woken up in time and rushed back here, I would have died at the hands of the mutated ordinary people."
Those horrors seemed to have absorbed all the resentment in the wizard tower. They were extremely terrifying and powerful. They always shrouded the outer perimeter of the wizard tower, like a nightmare. "
"So powerful? You can't even get out?"
"That's right." Seeing that Thor didn't catch up, Heywood turned around and asked helplessly, "Are you coming over? Don't worry about any traps here. You should have seen it just now, I don't even have the power to activate a large-scale witchcraft array. I am no match for you."
Thor smiled and finally took a step forward to follow.
"I'm just curious about the enemies you mentioned. I want to see what they look like. From your description, they sound a bit like evil spirits."
"It would be nice if it was just an evil spirit. It will be completely dark in a while and you will see it."
Haywood took Thor and walked in through a door at the west tower.
Because only a part of the first floor and a small amount of the second floor remain of the Wizard Tower, Heywood has lived on the first floor of the West Tower for many years.
This place used to be like a garbage dump, but that's also why you can find a lot of supplies here.
Heywood built a small house in this garbage dump.
The first thing Heywood did when he entered this dilapidated building was to light a candle.
This candle lamp looked very familiar. It was the white candle that could be seen everywhere in the wizard tower.
"After dark, you must never leave the light source of the candlelight."
Haywood turned around and the pale light shone on his face, making the scar on his face even more terrifying.
"Otherwise, you will die."
(End of this chapter)
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