This wizard is just unscientific

Chapter 138 Rain, Hut, Story!

Although the rain was still pounding on Andrei's face, and the icy river water had long since soaked through his clothes.

But Andrei, lying on the edge of the riverbank panting heavily, felt that he was now truly alive.

It was really dangerous on the other side of the river just now.

His teammates were all drawn into the depths of darkness by terrifying, eerie threads.

He even thought they were going to be completely wiped out.

result!

Tanil delivered the fatal blow.

Most of those who were pulled into the darkness survived.

Looking at the deep, oppressive darkness across the river.

Andrei spat fiercely.

"This damned land of ashes."

"Captain... Captain Andrei..."

Before long, Andrei heard a voice calling his name from the dark rain upstream.

"Here it is!"

Patting his bloated stomach, Andrei turned to look at the rushing river.

"I must learn to walk on water as soon as possible, or at the very least, learn to breathe underwater."

"Damn, I feel like I don't need to drink water for three days."

Soon, Susanna found Andrei.

"Captain, you should learn a swimming-related superpower."

"I know." Andrei felt a pang of frustration.

"But then again, Captain, you swam really fast just now, even though you sank just as fast." Susanna couldn't help but laugh.

Having survived the ordeal, she finally relaxed her tense nerves.

"I threw all my armor into the river. This damn river... When we came here, it was only up to my knees. Who knew that the river would swell so violently when the rainy season came?"

"Where is Tanil?"

Andrei climbed up the riverbank and looked around. All he could see were a large number of witchers carrying lanterns and holding umbrellas to shield themselves from the rain.

But there was no sign of Tanil.

"I don't know, he should... have already left."

Looking around, Susanna shook her head.

Although she did not witness the methods used by the steam wizard Tanilu in his attack.

But the captain has already told her.

"Perhaps... his name isn't Tanil!"

At that moment, two vice presidents walked in through the rain.

"Not called Tanil?"

Andrei's eyes narrowed slightly.

He had been wondering before that such a powerful person was not mentioned by anyone in the guild's magic network when he asked around.

"The Blasphemer Tucker?"

Soon, a name became very popular in St. Land during this period.

Even in the dungeons of Saint Land, it had become a well-known name, and Andrei had it in his mind.

"It's very likely him." It was Vice President Mary Joe who spoke.

"I have a lot of information about Ramor and about the blasphemer Tucker."

"Interestingly, this name Tanil has worked with Tucker before, and even... was used to take the blame for some of Tucker's mistakes."

"For example... he killed a Level A extraordinary genius from the Dark Sun Church, nominally Tanil Gan."

"It's actually Tucker's."

"As far as I know, this blasphemer Tucker is most likely a steam wizard, and not a high-level one at that."

"This steam wizard named Tanil... also fits the description almost perfectly."

"Their appearances...are also very similar..."

As explained by Vice President Mary Jo.

Andrei gradually began to laugh, and he laughed very happily.

"I bet... his next stop is St. Rand, right?"

"That's highly likely."

"Very good." Andrei looked toward Saint Rand.

"The vampires and werewolves in the St. Land dungeons have been running rampant lately."

"I think we'll see that guy again soon."

"However... before that, I need to improve my strength... that guy's methods... are truly hard to understand!"

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The rain continues.

However, as we approached St. Land, the rain was no longer so torrential or so cold.

With his shield up and carrying the Nightmare Lantern, Tak floated in shadow form about a meter above the muddy wasteland grass, moving forward at a leisurely pace.

Compared to other extraordinary beings, wizards are better able to adapt to various unique ecological environments.

Ocean! Sky, swamp, forest, underground!

In various environments, wizards can find a suitable way to live through witchcraft bracelets, witchcraft abilities, and so on.

As Tucker moved forward, he carefully felt the "puppet threads" wrapped around his fingers.

The most impressive thing about puppeteers is their puppet strings.

When the puppeteer died, a large number of puppet threads also broke apart with his death.

But Tucker cut off a portion to prevent it from being affected.

Subsequently, Tucker used the extraordinary crystal from another puppeteer named "Mark," which he had previously acquired, to nurture these puppet threads.

The puppeteer "Mark" who died within the small world of the Otherworld Gate.

He is a fifth-tier puppeteer, and his strength is not weak. Although part of his extraordinary crystal was purified by exorcism.

However, most of them were preserved, and the essential characteristics of the puppeteer were retained.

At this moment, what Tucker was sensing and exploring was the rather peculiar "puppet threads".

Everyone has a lifeline, and it blossoms at every moment.

but!

The puppeteers' methods of collecting materials were, to put it mildly, inefficient, if not inefficient.

But for Tucker, it's a little different.

With its primordial spirit and precise correction, Tucker can be collected as many as one desires.

The puppet threads can be completely blurred, as if they don't exist, or they can be used as a powerful means of controlling enemies.

If these puppet threads can be utilized, Tucker can use methods such as "Steam Magic Network" to make the puppet threads have amazing effects when building his own magical hut or even a tower of extraordinary wizards.

After a long while, Tucker finally wrapped the puppet threads around the puppet crystals, gathering them together.

"It is indeed a bit complicated."

"The puppet ecosystem needs to be activated to absorb life veins, and through the operation of the puppeteer sequence ecosystem, the life veins are gradually processed and finally woven into puppet threads."

"It's like a giant... factory."

"It's quite different from the wizarding ecosystem."

"No rush, take it one step at a time, and study it slowly."

"After all, I don't need a puppeteer's complex system to explore, absorb, and draw upon the life force."

"I can see and easily draw upon a vast amount of life energy, which is a significant advantage."

While pondering, Tucker looked in the direction of Saint Rand.

"First, I need to find a foothold in St. Land. Only then can I develop steadily and improve my strength in St. Land."

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The closer to Saint Land, the better.

The more extraordinary individuals appear.

Some people even approach with ill intentions.

When an amazing roar and a dazzling display of fireworks erupted from the Black River Valley.

By the light, Baggins saw a considerable number of superhumans on the wasteland.

There are three days left until the gray date.

Before the grey date, the Magic Bridge in Saint Land will not be open.

During this time, while wandering the wasteland outside the Magic Bridge, one might encounter a robbery.

Baggins wisely hid in a crooked bush on a small hill.

Rather than being outside in the freezing cold, living in constant fear.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to warm yourself by the fire, drink wine, and eat meat in a magical alchemy hut?

Baggins had just lit the fireplace and changed out of his rain-soaked clothes.

Then I heard a dull thud as it struck the crooked tree trunk.

His hiding place has been discovered.

This immediately made Baggins nervous and angry.

As he observed his own wailing through the projection window.

He happened to see a familiar face across the projection window, seemingly observing him as well.

"Taniru! My old friend, we meet again so soon."

A gleeful Baggins opened the door and gave Tucker a big hug.

This time, Tucker did not dodge.

"Is the matter in Black River Valley over?"

"it's over!"

Tucker nodded.

"I bet that huge explosion just now was related to you, wasn't it?"

"It is indeed related to me."

"Haha...that's wonderful!" Baggins couldn't help but dance with joy.

An explosion of that magnitude would absolutely cause heavy losses to Black River Valley.

This was perfect revenge for the superhumans in Black River Valley who had been hunting him down during this time.

"The fireplace is lit, and there's plenty of wine. I think I have enough time to listen to your stories."

"My group of children, they love listening to adventure stories the most."

"Every time I go out, when I come back, they pester me to tell them adventure stories."

Tucker laughed too.

"I'd be delighted; I'm also eager to hear about what's going on in St. Rand."

The rain outside was still pouring down.

Inside the magical alchemy hut.

Before the warm fireplace, the two drank heartily and chatted about many stories of St. Land, Black River Valley, and even Lamoor.

(End of this chapter)