Idle game leads to another world.

Chapter 905 Witch
Don't mess with mages, especially the particularly powerful ones among them.

This proverb can be said to be circulated in all dimensions of the multiverse, mainly because wizards have so many strange spells.

It took only a few thousand years from the time the ancient elves' magical civilization was buried to the time magic was picked up again by mortals.

Although in terms of technical level, mortal magic has not yet recovered to the exaggerated heights of the ancient elves, but in terms of disgusting people, it is indeed more exaggerated than the ancient elves.

To give a simple example, the ancient elves actually did not have necromancy. It was not because they could not research it, but because they simply did not want to research it.

Because the ancient elves believed that death was inevitable, and after death the soul would merge into the World Tree and flow endlessly in its veins.

This is the right and obligation of every life and cannot be deprived.

But people who study magic after the ancient elves, especially human wizards, obviously don't care about so many rules and regulations.

Mages all have a certain degree of disregard for ethics and morals, similar to the characteristics of mad scientists, and they dare to study anything.

Without going into details, let’s take Olde as an example.

She had mentioned to Li Chengxi more than once that she wanted a Son of God to study.

It was not based on any emotion, nor out of desire, it was just a pure desire to study the difference between the Son of God and mortals.

Even if she were to dissect her own flesh and blood, Alday would probably not experience any psychological fluctuations.

And among the wizards, Olde can even be considered rational, so you can imagine how explosive these guys are.

So even though the magic civilization of the ancient elves is gone, the reputation of modern wizards is even more exaggerated than that of the ancient elves. Even demons and devils dare not mess with them.

The witch sitting on the broom with the wizard hat pressed down on her body looks frail, but it is very likely that she is hiding powerful magical powers. Liao Wenjing instinctively feels that this person is definitely not as simple as she seems. It is incredible, and Liao Wenjing feels suppressed.

It's not that he was at a disadvantage in a battle of strength; it's just a natural, innate fear and terror, like a rabbit seeing a tiger.

Liao Wenjing only took one look and felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. Lei Lei and Lei Yunlan did not have this feeling. They retreated beyond Zhao Ziheng's range and Lei Lei questioned the witch:

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into my Lei family!"

"Oh, sorry, I was just curious about what the magicians in the East are like, so I came to take a look secretly."

The witch lowered her hand from covering her hat, bowed slightly and said:
"My full name is too long, just call me Rachel. I can't tell you my full name. I'm sorry."

She said she was sorry, but in fact her expression was playful, as if she was teasing Lei Lei.

Of course, for Liao Wenjing, her affiliation is not very important.

Looking at Rachel sitting on the broom, Liao Wenjing's palms began to sweat slightly.

This is wrong, very wrong.

Rachel ignored Liao Wenjing's gaze and snapped her fingers.

Zhao Ziheng blinked his eyes and was immediately freed from the charmed state. He was still a little puzzled as to what was going on because he had no memory of being controlled.

"Let me go, kid!"

Only then did Zhao Ziheng notice that Wuzhiqi was being pressed down by gravity, and he hurriedly tried to free himself from it.

Wuzhiqi felt his body relax, then he grabbed the spear and did a backflip to land next to Zhao Ziheng.

It looks like a 3V3 confrontation, but in fact Lei Lei is very unconfident.

The ideal situation is that Lei Yunlan entangles Wuzhiqi and deals with Zhao Ziheng by himself, but can Liao Wenjing deal with that witch?

This is still the most ideal situation. The three opponents are not fools and it is impossible for them to easily let themselves face troublesome opponents.

This is hard to resist.

When Liao Wenjing saw that Rachel had removed her charm with a snap of her fingers and had already revealed her devilish form, the red pupils in Liao Wenjing's pure black eye whites shrank slightly.

No one can easily remove the charm of a succubus, no matter how powerful the wizard is. This cannot be explained by the effect of spells.

There is only one possibility.

"You're not human, are you?"

"That makes me a little sad." Rachel took off the wizard hat on her head, revealing two goat-like horns and a thin tail that playfully went around from the back to the front.

"I'm at least half human."

A succubus hybrid, and a first generation hybrid at that.

The child of a demon and a human is a tiefling, but that's a bit absolute.

In fact, not all humans with demonic blood are called Tieflings. Just as genes have recessive and explicit traits, so do demonic bloodlines.

The demonic blood of some humans does not manifest itself on their bodies, and their appearance is very similar to that of humans. In this case, the power of the blood is activated, and the person becomes another type of spellcaster different from a wizard.

That is, a warlock.

As mentioned before, how strong a warlock is depends on how powerful his ancestors were. Compared to mages, warlocks grow faster, but their upper limit is unclear.

If the bloodline can be traced back to common supernatural creatures such as tree spirits and water fairies, the upper limit is indeed not high, but if it is a particularly powerful boss, it may not be the case.

By the way, the Son of God can also become a sorcerer.

Liao Wenjing felt a strong sense of oppression from Rachel, and she instinctively wanted to surrender. However, because Liao Wenjing had already turned over a new leaf, the feeling of oppression did not make her really bow her head and kneel down.

But this also illustrates a fact, that the level of Rachel's other half of the succubus bloodline is ridiculously high.

Succubus is a high-level demon above level 40. This is actually not accurate enough. To be more precise, succubus is a high-level demon with a minimum level of 40.

To make Liao Wenjing, a pure succubus, feel oppressed, Rachel's mother must be at least a succubus at the level of a demon lord.

Thinking of this, Liao Wenjing suddenly didn't dare to move.

Compared to devils, demons are indeed not creatures with strict hierarchies, but that doesn't mean demons have no levels.

There is only one truth among demons: whoever has the bigger fist will be the boss.

Liao Wenjing has a higher level of demon blood than Liao Wenjing, and he is a powerful warlock himself. It is a favor for him that he did not run away.

This was mainly because Li Chengxi was watching from behind. Whenever Liao Wenjing had the thought of "run quickly", she would think of Li Chengxi.

Speaking of Li Chengxi, what is he doing?

"My goodness, this witch is so flat. She must be a witch from Japanese butter, right?"

——He was complaining and watching the show at the same time.

Indeed, compared to Liao Wenjing's S-shaped figure that makes people's blood boil, Rachel is too plain. She seems even plainer than Oldie, which is a waste of her succubus bloodline.

At least Alde could see her feet when she lowered her head, but Rachel felt like they were almost sunken...

Of course, that's not the point.

Lei Yuntian's injuries have been healed by healing spells, but he is still unconscious.

Seeing Liao Wenjing coming out to help, Li Chengxi did not rush up and planned to wait and see the situation.

In Li Chengxi's opinion, succubus is roughly the same as Slaanesh. He had no idea that Liao Wenjing was so scared that she was ready to run away. He thought that the 3V3 match should be able to yield a few hits.

So he had no intention of going up and just stood there watching the 3V3 confrontation.

"Speaking of which, the Lei family is a bit too lame. Apart from Lei Lei and Lei Yunlan, is there no one else who can go up to help?"

Gan Xiaoyan, who had been standing next to him, was about to explain when suddenly an old man's voice appeared next to him.

"I have made a fool of myself, my friend. It is a pity for my family. We, the descendants, are ashamed of our ancestors."

A bald, white-haired old man sat in a wheelchair, shaking his head as he spoke.

Why didn’t I see it just now?

Who is this person?

(End of this chapter)