Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Walking on the street that seemed to be paved with countless dark red blood clots, each step of the deerskin boots squeezed out an unknown liquid that looked like a mixture of corpse fluid and fresh blood.

The streets were lined with collapsed houses and mounds of flesh and blood formed by the corpses and severed limbs of countless blood slaves.

Dago's expression was grim as he mentally plotted his next move.

Although the mission team was in the center of Third Street, as they got closer to the fifth house, a strange whisper grew increasingly noisy and frantic, making them restless and uneasy.

Having reached this point, the mission team members were also quite exhausted, but fortunately, there were no casualties.

The five people stared at the countless houses in front of them, which were interconnected by a large number of blood vessels that looked like vines, with dozens of blood cocoons hanging on them.

As everyone raised their wands, ready to unleash their respective spells to bombard the house, a violent energy surge spread from the house along the veins.

Apart from the blood cocoons that had already been frozen to death by Dago's ice crystal cannon and remained unresponsive, twenty or thirty blood cocoons fell to the ground and broke open.

Inside lurked four-legged reptiles that resembled lickers, their muscles exposed and bulging, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust, and copious amounts of saliva dripping from their hideous and terrifying mouths.

They used all four limbs to climb over the streets and ruins, approaching the five people at an extremely fast speed, not much slower than the Shadow Leopard.

The five were instantly terrified and immediately unleashed their witchcraft upon the blood beasts.

Wind blade vortexes, lightning spears, fireballs, and ice crystals flew out, instantly transforming the area in front of them into a sea of ​​ice, fire, lightning, and wind.

Despite the mission team's fierce attack, ten blood beasts still managed to break through the encirclement. Amidst the decay and crimson, the ghostly figure drew ever closer.

They opened their gaping maws toward the five people, their sharp teeth clearly visible.

All four of them took to the air, hovering above the ground to avoid the attack, while Wilton, carrying Hered, flew away rapidly.

Ed and Rachel looked at Dago in surprise, not expecting that this young man had already reached the level of a half-step formal wizard.

Just then, without even a moment to catch its breath, the blood beast, its attack missing its mark, hurtled straight towards Dago with a piercing scream that made one's eardrums tremble.

"Bang!"

Without a second thought, Dago pointed at the approaching blood beast and fired an extremely fast air blast in an instant.

The air bullet flashed past effortlessly, piercing straight into the blood beast's body and exploding it into a cloud of blood mist.

The next moment, another blood beast burst out of the blood mist and pounced on Dago with its limbs outstretched at lightning speed.

"Whoosh-----"

A massive icy claw grew from Dago's right arm and slammed down with the force of piercing through the top of the skull, pinning the blood beast down and freezing it to death. Then, with a powerful grip, he crushed the blood beast's head into ice shards.

Dargo raised his left hand and grasped the ice crystal wand, releasing air bullets "elegantly" and continuously in the air, half a meter above the ground.

The ice claw in his right hand continuously condenses ice crystal energy balls, relentlessly bombarding the charging blood beast.

By the time the other four realized what was happening, almost all the blood beasts that had been chasing them had been slaughtered by Dago, leaving only two or three alive.

They then used their respective sorcery to harvest the remaining blood beasts.

At this moment, as if venting his anger, Leijong frantically bombarded the blood beasts, reaping two of them. Dago could see through this and was filled with impotent rage.

The five people reunited on the street.

"Captain Ed, those two black-robed wizards who went away are at least at the half-step formal wizard level. They may come back at any time. Should we retreat first?"

While talking to Captain Ed, Dago took out a bottle of psychotropic potion from his storage ring, unscrewed the stopper, and slowly drank it.

"No," Leijon and Herid said in unison.

"Our mission is to destroy the Blood Pool stronghold. If we fail, do we still want the mission rewards?" Leijon continued.

"Exactly, what's the point of giving up now?" the young wizard Herid chimed in.

Dagger ignored the two men and looked calmly at Captain Ed.

"Dago is right, but it would be a shame to give up now. In three minutes, we'll launch another full-scale attack on the fifth house. If that doesn't work, we'll all retreat," Ed said firmly after a moment's thought.

Seeing that Ed's attitude was firm, Dago didn't say anything more and continued to drink the psychic potion to recover his mental strength. He heard Wilton sigh softly, probably thinking the same thing as him.

As time passed, it seemed as if something in the Third Street had been disturbed, but no other movement occurred.

Dago felt something was off. He looked down and saw his blood boiling slightly. The whispers in his ear gradually turned into excitement and frenzy.

Things are developing in an unpredictable direction.

Three minutes later, the academy wizard Raijon couldn't wait to rush straight towards the fifth house. Once he destroyed the stronghold, he would definitely become the team's number one contributor.

Dargo kept his detection spell on the house and saw that the energy fluctuations inside were becoming more and more intense, as if some monster was awakening. He suddenly jumped from the level of a senior apprentice to a half-step formal wizard, and it was still rising.

He hissed at the four men, "Don't go any further, it's dangerous!"

The leading academy wizard, Leigh, continued flying forward as if he hadn't heard anything, his wand crackling with electricity.

The three people behind Lai Qiong listened and stopped in their tracks.

"Whoosh~~~"

Dargo heard the sound of an extremely sharp object cutting through the air.

A gigantic, blood-red, phantom-like scythe flew out of the house, as if a car were speeding towards it.

Vertical cleave!

The energy shield of the academy wizard Raijon, who was only about ten meters away from him, shattered like a fragile eggshell under the slash of this blood-red scythe.

Immediately afterward, inside the protective shield, Laiqiong's mouth opened slightly, and her entire body was silently split in two in mid-air.

Blood and entrails spilled onto the ground, greedily sucked up by blood leeches that had appeared out of nowhere on the street.

"vomit"

The overwhelming visual impact caused the young wizard Herid, who was closest to him, to vomit on the spot.

His father, Wilton, also looked terrified, but quickly flew in front of him to protect him.

Ed and Dago reacted instantly, raising their wands, chanting spells, and casting magic on the house.

They started with their signature witchcraft, Ice Crystal Cannon and Wind Blade Vortex, and flew towards the house one after the other.

The boiling blood on the ground wriggled and coalesced into a giant leech, which swallowed the two people's witchcraft whole. The witchcraft exploded inside the blood leech's belly, swelling it into a huge balloon.

One was shredded into mud by the wind blades, and the other was turned into an ice sculpture and blasted into ice shards that scattered everywhere.

At that moment, the first thing to emerge from the doorway in the shadows of the house was a withered old hand holding a wand made entirely of a spine.

An elderly man dressed in a blood-red robe slowly emerged, his head adorned with a phantom image of countless blood leeches entwined together.

His robe swept across the blood on the street, the red stain more somber than congealed blood.

The dark runes embroidered along the edge of the robe shimmered with a flowing light as it moved, like a black snake crawling.

Three pigeon-blood rubies dangled from the edge of his hood, tapping lightly against his collarbone with each step, producing a clear, ringing sound that resonated with the sharp, resonant sound of his cane striking the ground.

When the hood was gently lifted by a finger with distinct knuckles, the wrinkles spreading at the corners of the eyes betrayed an inhuman lifespan.

As he raised his hand, the wide sleeves of his robe slipped down, revealing a mysterious pattern formed by the intertwined blood-red lines on his wrist.

"I apologize for not welcoming you properly," he said to the four, his voice like poisoned wine dipped in honey.