This wizard is just unscientific

Chapter 70 The Fall of Lamor!

After walking around the house, which resembled ruins.

Tucker went to the window near the toilet.

Of course, there are no windows or glass left now, only the wreckage of the destroyed windows.

The traces weren't very obvious, but they were definitely shadow marks.

He fell out of the window and landed in a pile of bones below, then fled into the darkness.

"This second floor isn't high enough. If it were twenty stories high, a fall would take at least a quarter of his life, and he might even die on the spot."

After staring into the darkness for a moment, Tucker averted his gaze.

The Shadow Walker escaped, and although Tucker's true identity was exposed, it no longer mattered.

Tanil was able to withstand one sneak attack, which was enough.

"Apart from the guy who escaped, the other three had materials, resources, and extraordinary equipment worth nearly three thousand magic gold."

"Adding the resources I have, I have over 4000 magic gold."

"Although it wasn't delivered, those resources were still quite good."

"It's time to exchange some more of the resources I need, and... witchcraft, from Lord Aubrey," Tucker thought to himself.

inside the house.

The sounds of whips lashing and reprimands rose and fell.

The Dream Weaver Sheep was tightly tied to the stone pillar by Tanil.

A whip lashed down, accompanied by Tanil's curses: "So you won't confess, huh?!"

"Meow!"

"You dare to talk back, huh!" Another lash.

"..."

"They won't even shout; they'd rather die than surrender, is that it?"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The whip cracked loudly.

"Meow meow meow..."

"How dare you yell like that? You're asking for trouble."

"Baa..."

"Let me tell you, even your breathing is a crime right now, and you still dare to yell at me?"

The desperate and mournful bleating of the sheep never stopped.

After nearly killing him, Tanil cast a life-activating spell on him.

This spell allows the injured to recover quickly, but it also shortens their lifespan.

It belongs to the kind of witchcraft that trades lifespan for recovery.

It was originally a healing spell used in emergencies.

But now, in Tanil's hands, it has become a whetstone for torture.

Since the other party was beaten badly but not to death, it was enough to drain their life force and vent the anger in one's heart.

This is at least a win-win-win situation for all three parties.

That's enough whipping.

Tanil then looked at the wizard "Grang" who was nailed to the wall.

The hook that previously suppressed the source energy was now fastened to the wizard's shoulder.

At this moment, the wizard Grang looked at the sheep whose skin and flesh had been whipped out and which was being treated. He knew that there was no way he could escape today.

"Just answer whatever I ask you, and I'll give you a quick and painless answer."

"And that guy... I will use priest surgery to gradually dismantle his sequence, rendering it completely useless, and finally sell it to the cavemen."

"Hehe... those cavemen know that some of the sheep we sell to them are actually humans, so they sell them to kobolds for resale."

"And kobolds are the least picky eaters."

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you, kobolds love roasted whole lamb the most."

"If you don't cooperate obediently, I will also dismantle your sheep transformation sequence and turn you into a sheep too."

Grand once considered himself a devout believer.

Now it seems I'm quite lacking.

Grand's legs had begun to tremble.

"I'll say it!" Wizard Grand forced out a smile that was more like a grimace.

He turned around and lashed out at Dream Maker Sheep again.

Tanilu then turned around and nodded cautiously.

"very good!"

Not far away, Tucker sat on a sofa with three of its four legs broken.

In Tucker's hand was a "parchment book".

These are valuable items that Saint Land transported from the prosperous steam city-states of the southern continent.

With Tanil's question and the wizard Grang's answer.

The threads of the touch, constructed by the spirit, drew tiny specks of ink from a nearby ink bottle and poured them onto the parchment.

Lines of text appeared on the parchment book.

Tucker meticulously recorded the contents of their conversation.

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Several hours later.

Tucker wrote down the details of their conversation.

The knowledge framework absorbs all this information.

"The situation outside is indeed a bit troublesome. Given the current situation, I'm afraid Lamor..."

Tucker pondered quietly.

"I might not be able to hold out until I go down into the Demon King's tomb to pry open the coffin lid."

With that thought in mind, Tucker carefully packed away the parchment books.

As Tucker got up, the sofa, which only had one leg left, collapsed to the ground.

"I need to go see my tutor, Aubrey."

"You can do whatever you want with these two. Also, the few undead skeletons that Amanti left here are downstairs. Have them come up and clean this place up."

After giving his instructions, Tucker walked up the tower's stairs.

As he walked, Tucker visualized the current situation at Lamor Tower in his mind.

Although the gray period has now arrived.

But... even the sky above Lamor was polluted.

The dark sun and gray mist descended from another dimension, and the already abnormal sunlight of the Sun of Ashes could not penetrate and shine on Lamor.

The current state of Ramor is probably even more bleak than that of the Night of Ashes.

At least, the Moon of Ashes still has moonlight.

Now, there is no light, only darkness and death.

With the day of ashes blocked.

The ecosystem of Lamor is constantly being squeezed and encroached upon.

Even if Tucker didn't go out, he could still feel the increasing pressure from the outside world through the last remaining [protection] channels.

The underground city's defenses were successfully maintained.

But the surface-level lighthouse wall defenses completely collapsed.

Many of the lighthouse outposts at the outposts were also engulfed in darkness.

Apart from the Tower area.

The other districts were basically wiped out.

Some people escaped to the tower.

Some people fled underground.

A group of capable individuals planned to cross the wilderness at night and reach Saint Land.

However, news has come.

Many people, as they walk along, get frozen into statues.

They were laughing and chatting one moment, and the next they were frozen solid.

They were no longer under the protection of the Lamor Steam Tower.

The cold of the Ash Moon is exceptionally biting!

Currently, the surface and underground areas of the Gaota District, as well as the underground defense line, are temporarily safe.

Elsewhere, there were members of the Church of the Dark Sun, and those Dark Sun Corruptions as ferocious as hyenas.

And these past few days, the disturbance of the Ash Moon has ceased.

Some people started forming groups to try to leave the Lamor Tower.

Tucker learned this from the wizard.

What the Church of the Dark Sun wants now is for those people to gradually leave Lamor.

What appears to be a way out is actually nothing more than a trap set by the enemy.

On the way to Saint Land, there are large hunting knights of the Church of the Dark Sun, as well as the corrupted Dark Sun, who devour and enjoy those walking food!

The dark sun, like a giant beast, is slowly, coldly, and mercilessly devouring Lamor.

(End of this chapter)