After cleaning up the blood stains on her face, the girl in red turned around, and when that delicate and charming face appeared in front of the two apprentice wizards again, Fenrir, who couldn't bear such a strong visual impact, finally passed out gorgeously.
"Mary" had completely concealed the hideous and terrifying attitude just now, and turned into that tall, pretty girl again. It's just that the scarlet dazzling eyes and a pair of sharp fangs protruding from her lips reveal her identity without a doubt.
Even though half of her delicate body was bathed in blood, she retained a white and charming face. Such a strong visual contrast, even Greem, who was peeking through the crack of the door, couldn't help but feel trembling.
A newborn vampire is not afraid of any physical damage at all, as long as their attack can cause blood loss to the enemy, they can obtain endless vitality from the fresh blood. This kind of long-lived species that only exists in the ancient books of the Wizard Continent has almost disappeared due to the mass hunting of the wizards. Even if they survived occasionally, they escaped into the wild jungle or lived in seclusion in human society and did not dare to show their faces easily.
Therefore, Greem also expressed great shock that Mary could suddenly become a vampire. But in addition to being shocked, he couldn't help but feel a chill from the bottom of his heart at the strange methods of the wizards.
What kind of witchcraft experiment did this Mary go through to transform from an ordinary human girl into this bloodthirsty ancient species? Could it be that the strange noises I heard at night in the past were Mary "mutating"
Just as the red-clothed girl Mary approached Alan, who was trembling, step by step, the torches on both sides of the originally slightly dim stone wall corridor suddenly lit up, and a strange figure stepped out from the shadow of the wall, speaking softly Stop drinking.
"Stop, my child. Today's killing is enough for you to complete the last step of evolution! From now on, you must work hard to restrain your desire for blood and return to the ranks of knowledge explorers."
The visitor had a stooped body, with wrinkled and loose skin on his face, wearing a pure black wizard robe and a pointed wizard hat. There is a huge green crystal inlaid on the top of the intertwined witchcraft staff in his hand, and dots of fireflies overflow from it, scattering pieces of glow in the air.
This old man is the only owner of this wizard tower, the great wizard Anderson.
As for his level of wizard, I'm sorry, but with Greem's perspective, he has no way of knowing.
Although he had a premonition that what happened today would alarm the owner of the tower, Greem wisely removed the elemental vision from his eyes. But when wizard Anderson suddenly appeared, the strong radiation of witch power that overflowed his whole body still pricked him into tears.
Greem gently closed the wooden door, and quietly hid in his room, not daring to peek outside again. If he gets a glimpse of some secrets that Wizard Anderson doesn't want outsiders to know, his life will be really in danger.
These official wizards are all murderous monsters without blinking an eye, and they often use some living creatures to conduct various dangerous and evil witchcraft experiments. No matter how careful his actions are, it is impossible to escape Wizard Anderson's spiritual perception. But this kind of behavior is an attitude, showing that he will never pry into the secrets of wizards. At least until something really happened, I was safe.
And outside the door, separated only by a wall, an embarrassing confrontation continued.
At this time, Mary turned into that hideous and terrifying appearance again, and the scarlet blood pupils even shone with a beast-like light. The fingernails began to grow crazily, and eventually turned into claws with cold tips shining.
Mary, who had turned into a vampire, was clearly stimulated by the strong bloody smell, and her whole body was prostrate on the ground, swimming quickly on the vertical stone wall at super high speed like a gecko. And the target of her attack was the owner of the tower, Wizard Anderson.
Running quickly along the stone walls on both sides, when approaching the wizard, Mary's powerful hind legs kicked vigorously, and her slender body rushed towards him like lightning. When her body was still in the air, Mary stretched out her claws, and viciously pulled out towards the wizard's heart.
Facing a runaway newborn vampire, Wizard Anderson only had a grin and joy on his face, but he didn't panic. The witchcraft staff in his hand just paused, and a whirlwind shot out of the body blocked Mary's attack route.
"A modified body is a modified body after all, and it's a pity that it is suppressed by the bloodthirsty nature..."
The transformed Mary is light in size and belongs to the category of small humanoids, so her attacks focus on speed and agility. It's a pity that these innate abilities far beyond ordinary people do not constitute any threat in the eyes of a wizard. Therefore, as soon as Mary's claws stabbed into the wind vortex, they were firmly sucked, and it was difficult to get rid of it.
Later, even as the suction force of the whirlpool became stronger, Mary exclaimed, and even her own body was sucked in, and she turned around in the dark, dizzy.
Under the control of wizard Anderson, the whirlwind flicked Mary out again, and hit the stone wall heavily. Although the force of the impact was not great, it completely lost its combat effectiveness. Even Greem could hear the crisp sound of bones bursting through the wooden door.
"A blood-sucking newborn body that has lost its intelligence, what do I need you for? Go to hell!"
The hideously grinning Wizard Anderson raised his shriveled and withered right hand lightly, and a cloud of pale undead flames floated on his palm, and he turned his hand and pressed it to the forehead of Mary who was struggling and moaning.
Perhaps sensing the approach of death, the brutal aura of the vampire, who has a super keen intuition for the crisis, finally subsided. Mary in red suddenly let out a piercing scream, and desperately hid her body backwards, her green pupils revealing the deep fear of the flames of the undead.
Wizard Anderson let out a light snort, and stopped what he was doing. That group of undead flames that seemed to have no temperature was burning coldly, but there was no crackling sound that normal flames should have. Thick stone powder.
"Hey, the fear of death can restore your sanity? This is a phenomenon that has never been seen before, and it is worth studying." Wizard Anderson muttered a few words to himself, and strangled the undead with his right hand. Flame, and then with a flick of his fingers, dozens of small wind whirlpools suddenly appeared on the neck, limbs and all movable joints of Mary in red, firmly restraining her.
He turned his head and glanced at the remains left by Ankesor.
Due to the tyranny of the red Mary when feeding, all the blood in her body has been sucked dry. Therefore, Ankesor's corpse decayed and collapsed very quickly, and the originally smooth and flexible skin was already chapped and wrinkled, like a mummy buried underground for more than ten years.
"The original head apprentice is dead, so you can take over! Remember to take care of this group of apprentices." Wizard Anderson frowned slightly, pointing casually at Allen who was holding on to the stone wall and barely fell down. ordered coldly.
As soon as the words were finished, the light of the torches in the stone wall corridor suddenly dimmed. When they returned to normal brightness again, the wizard and Mary in red were no longer visible in the entire corridor.
He had just witnessed a bloody feast, and after escaping from the dead, he was unexpectedly promoted to head apprentice. Alan's body was trembling all the time, his crotch was wet, and he had an indistinguishable look of surprise on his face.
Immediately, he suddenly thought of something, staggered and fell on Ankesuo's corpse, and frantically fumbled for the items in his waist pocket.
Now that he has become the head apprentice, the witchcraft amulet on the other party's body that represents the identity of the head apprentice belongs to him, so he must get it as soon as possible.
Waistbag, bosom, neck, leather boots...
In short, he searched all the places where items could be hidden. This horrible corpse that made him feel terrified just now has become his treasure trove, which makes him overjoyed.
Finally, he found the witchcraft amulet from the shocking gap in the neck of the corpse, raised his hands high and laughed, not knowing how crazy his actions looked to outsiders.
Fenrir, who was unconscious on the floor, squirmed, and stood up while supporting the stone wall.
In his covert gaze towards Allen, there was a trace of astonishing murderousness that couldn't be concealed.
In fact, he has already woken up, but because of the unpredictability of the situation, he has been lying on the ground and pretending to be unconscious.
It never occurred to her that a momentary wrong choice would cause her to miss out on the status of the distinguished head apprentice. At this moment, he couldn't wait to eat Alan's flesh and blood.
"Why didn't that vampire kill him!" Fenrir roared violently in his heart.
But on the bright side, he quickly concealed the loss and mania in his heart. When he got up from the ground, there was a flattering smile on his face again.
"Senior Alan, get up quickly. The ground here is dirty, let me clean up the rest of the garbage for you!"
Fenrir's insertion also quickly brought Alan back to his senses.
Allen quickly got up, tidied up his appearance, and played with the witchcraft amulet in his hand, with a haughty and noble smile on his face naturally.
"I'll leave it to you here! The original head apprentice has an accident, and I need to report the news to everyone quickly. I will trouble you here! I remember that those swamp giant crocodiles should also feed..." Speaking of the last sentence, Allen's words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, with a slight chill.
"Understood, I will do it now!" Fenrir's head could not help but lowered.
After enjoying the pleasure of power for the first time, Allen couldn't help laughing again, and walked quickly along the corridor.
Anxor's belongings have been looted, but there might be some good things in his room. So as soon as Fenrir threw the mess here, he couldn't wait to rush to the end of the corridor.
As the laughter faded away, the noisy corridor finally became quiet again.