Main Text Volume Chapter 290 The Sound of Death

The stars guide the direction and take the tired people far away. Accompanied by the stars in the wilderness, the airship puffed out thick black smoke and headed towards the abyss of the canyon.

Whitbiton cried and howled bitterly when he parted with Anada, as if he had exhausted all his life's strength. The young soul trapped in the child's body turned into fatigue and weariness at this time, with moisture at the corners of his eyes, and fell into sleep again.

Angel leaned against the door with his hands folded across his chest, his eyes like blue waves on a lake filled with a hint of sadness. Feeling sad at the scene was probably what he was thinking at this moment.

The sound of footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor, and then stopped not far from Angel.

"After I go back, I will work harder to study the magic energy array enchantment of Prelude to Death." Angler paused: "In general, once a few difficulties are solved, there won't be too many problems. After I go back, you can Remember to tell Master Prome."

"I know." The visitor sighed: "However, your tone makes people very jealous. The magic energy array is not as easy to remember as other magic patterns. But you answered so easily... Sigh , This is talent, you can’t envy it.”

After a pause, the person reached out and put his hand on Angel's shoulder.

"Angel, I believe that with your talent, you will become the greatest alchemist."

Angel always remembered this moment. The background was the deserted corridor, the endless stars outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a pair of eyes full of hope and emotion.

"You too." Angel looked quietly at the eyes that reflected the starry sky, and after a long time he said with a faint smile: "David, let me encourage you."

"mutual encouragement."

Maybe it's the night that's so alluring, or maybe it's the starry sky that's intoxicating. Two teenagers, one leaning on the door rail and the other squatting in the corner, looked at the unchanging eternal sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, chatting about a topic that will be difficult to mention again in adulthood - dreams.

Angel said dream far away, David said dream growing. However, distance and growth are just synonyms.

Just like, the distance Angel pointed to was very far away, so far that a wizard could hardly imagine, beyond time, space, and even dimensions. Or maybe, the distance is just a concept in Angel's mouth.

The two teenagers told the truth, but for various reasons, they each kept a certain amount of it back. This is not selfishness, but a vision, hoping for a better vision.

Perhaps the beautiful future described was so attractive that neither of them noticed that they were separated by a wall. Whippedon got up from the bed at some point and squatted in the corner. His eyes were bright, shining with yearning for the strange, beautiful and magical world of wizards.

"Angel, that Whibbiton..." David wanted to talk some rubbish, but the atmosphere was just right at this moment, and he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his lips. "He was really noisy. When he got on the airship just now, , If that little girl hadn’t been there to persuade you, he might have dared to hit you.”

"I think he might hate you. Is it really okay for you to take him to see Butler Good?"

Angel: "Hate me? Why? Just because I didn't take Anada with me?"

"That's the reason. You know, children's love and hate are too easy to come and go. He feels that you don't take Anada away because you just want to separate them and cut off Anada's path as a wizard, so he will be very straightforward. I hate you so much." David recalled the scene before boarding the boat and couldn't help but sigh: "He didn't think carefully about it, why did you help them again and again?"

"You also admitted that he is just a child. Although he is old, his thinking is still very innocent." Angel: "A child does not understand the basic rules that make up this society, so just be tolerant."

"You should be considerate. If it were me who was being scolded and beaten, I wouldn't be too lazy to help him."

As the airship moves forward, the stars appear and disappear in the clouds and mist.

Twilight Deep Well——

There are three major wizard families behind them. According to the rotation system, this month's defense will be completed by the Lingan Lions.

Womason, the defense captain of the Luoan Lions, was promoted to an official wizard three years ago and is the sixth official wizard of the Luoan Lions.

Because of the twilight shooting, the flow of people in the wizard market reached the peak of the year. Womason sat in the guard tower for half a month, keeping an eye on the magic reaction in the mirror image of the magic energy array.

Finally, the big shoot is over. Nothing major happened in the past few days. Except for Twilight's two attacks on Sanders's disciples today, the magic reactions detected by the magic energy array were normal.

Womason detected Twilight's shot, but he made no defensive moves. That brat dared to disrupt the order of Twilight Shooting and should be punished accordingly, even if he is a disciple of Sanders.

And Womason didn't believe that Sanders would go to war against Dusk for his disciples. Therefore, he absolutely supports Twilight's decision to kill that kid.

Even Angel's location information was provided to Twilight by Womason. As a shadow wizard, Womason is not only good at shadow magic, he also transplanted the nose of the abyss mephit, which can combine shadow and pheromone capture to achieve all-round control of the Dusk Well. Therefore, Womason could capture Angel's position directly with pheromones without even using a magic energy array.

Two hours ago, Womason couldn't capture Angel's pheromones in Night Demon City, so he naturally knew that he had left.

Womason doesn't care about this. He is just a small apprentice. Whether he is killed or not is a matter of his own hands.

After the auction, Womason breathed a sigh of relief and left the guard tower for the first time after half a month. When he left, he did not forget to tell his men to continue observing, and he returned to his laboratory to study his own magic.

Womason had great ideals and wanted to use his own magic to step into the path of true knowledge. But not all self-created magic can step into the path of true knowledge, like Angel modified the "cleaning magic" and turned it into a "wind tornado". This can barely be regarded as a self-created magic, but this magic is based on the theories and models of predecessors, so the chance of entering the path of true knowledge is very small.

A truly self-created magic needs to have its own theoretical basis.

There are only a few wizards on the path of true knowledge, and there is a reason for that.

When Womason just returned to the laboratory and began to write his own shadow theory, the communicator began to howl.

"My Lord! It's bad! There is a huge amount of magic reaction, the location is the Twilight Auction House!!"

Womason's face changed, and he flew out of the laboratory suddenly, even the iron door was smashed to pieces by him.

Womason came to the guard tower, and when he saw the mirror monitoring of the magic array, his expression showed extreme fear.

At the location of the Twilight Auction House, circles of red and black energy reactions appeared, and Womason felt dizzy. This was already a magic reaction as high as the peak level of a second-level wizard! !

A second-level wizard came to the Twilight Well?

"Did Lord Phantom leave?" Even if he didn't leave, he shouldn't have taken action at the Twilight Auction House? !

"Lord Sanders left directly after the auction ended, and the magic array did not detect his return information!" said the subordinate.

Womason's face flashed with anxiety: "No matter what, leave two people here to guard, and the others will follow me to the auction house!"

Under the starry sky, streams of light flew towards the iron square tower full of metal ruins.

Today's moon is unusually large, becoming a huge bright background. When Womason flew towards the iron square tower, he even felt that he was flying towards the moon.

Iron square tower, stairs in the air, broken flags in the wind. The auction house, which already had a sense of metal ruins, became even more desolate under the moonlight.

Womason felt something unusual before he even got close.

The energy reaction was so high that it was frightening, so why was the auction house so quiet as if there was no one?

It was like there was a huge barrier that divided the auction house and the outside world into two halves. The outside world was normal, with lights, figures and sounds; while the barrier was pitch black and silent like a cemetery.

At this time, outside this "invisible barrier", more than a dozen lights and shadows had stopped.

Womason saw the owner of the Liao'an Lion: "Cangshi" Dai Deweiya, who was also one of the top leaders of the Dusk Auction House.

Womason flew to Dadwaya and whispered, "Master."

Dadwaya had just received Womason's message and rushed over. He looked at the auction house that had fallen into silence, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "What's going on?"

Womason said with a little nervousness: "Not long ago, I received a message from my subordinates saying that there was a high-energy reaction in the auction house. I went to take a look and found that the energy intensity was close to the capacity limit of the magic energy array."

"Level 2 wizard peak?" Dadwaya said in surprise.

"Yes, I asked." Womason lowered his head: "The only level 2 wizard who came to our Twilight Well recently is Lord Phantom."

Dadwaya said without hesitation: "Impossible. I know Lord Sanders. If he wants to take action against us Twilight, he will definitely notify me."

Dadwaya also came from the Savage Cave, and as a wizard on the path of true knowledge, he has always maintained a good relationship with Sanders.

"According to monitoring, Lord Phantom left the Twilight Well two days ago and never came back." Womason said immediately: "But if it's not Lord Phantom, I don't know who it is."

Daidwea narrowed his eyes slightly: "Go in and see, the energy reaction of the peak of the second-level wizard is not necessarily done by a second-level wizard."

Daidwea can do it even if he explodes with all his strength. Even alchemical props are possible, so if you want to know the situation inside, you still have to see it with your own eyes.

Daidwea took Womason and directed the rest of the people to enter in three directions together.

When Womason entered the range of the Twilight Auction House, the "silence" he thought in the outside world was really just "thought". In fact, the Twilight Auction House was not as quiet as he imagined.

As soon as he entered the first floor hall, he heard a faint music.

This music is not bad.

But it is extremely weird, like an adult fairy tale musical that is deliberately crazy, with a fast rhythm, many high notes, and a long tail.

This style of music might not be too out of place in a circus, but if it is played in a square iron tower, it clearly feels weird and out of tune.

"Who is it?" While Womason was still asking himself, a figure suddenly blocked Dadwaya.

"The head of the family is in trouble! The little lion girl is dead!"