Chapter 132: No One Should Run
However, Herman's good idea hadn't lasted long when the shelling behind him suddenly stopped.
"What's going on?" He turned his head angrily, "Who stopped the attack without authorization?"
The shells were definitely not running out.
Herman was beyond angry, this was a challenge to his authority!
But no one knew what was happening. There was dead silence on the three-masted schooner.
"Send someone to take a look ..."
Herman's words had barely gotten out of his mouth when he saw someone running wildly this way. The man's mouth was wide open and his face was twisted in fear.
Herman greeted him with a third level apprentice at his side.
He shouted and scolded, "Why did the shelling stop?"
But the man on the other side didn't answer his question and faced Herman, breaking down and shouting, "It's gone! It's gone! All gone!"
"What?" Herman was incomparably anxious, time was running out, he couldn't let those people from the Witch Tower run out.
But the visitor still didn't answer Herman's question, only kept waving his arms and repeating that sentence.
"It's gone, the body ... is gone!!!"
"You give me wake up ah!" The apprentice beside Herman rushed over and tried to slap the man.
However, before he ran to the emotionally broken down comer, the man's head suddenly fell off!
At the same time, his body unexpectedly disappeared a little bit, and in the end, only two feet remained.
And his head fell down at this moment, landing right on those cross-sectioned and bloodied ankles!
The third level apprentice looked at the scene in front of him, and his footsteps stopped sharply.
His eyes snapped open, the corners of his eyes almost cracking.
He stretched out his hand and tremblingly pointed at his companion who had only his head and feet left, but was still running forward.
"People ... people ..."
Before he could say the last two words, Herman suddenly flashed and covered his mouth with one hand.
"Shut up!" Herman averted his eyes, avoiding the monster on the ground, "You didn't see anything!"
The apprentice whose mouth was covered by Herman finally reacted and looked at Herman gratefully.
Even though he knew Herman's move wasn't to save him.
Human-headed monsters that would attack those who locked eyes with them.
A small number of head monsters could still be dealt with, but a large number of head monsters would be able to eat through a person's body in an instant.
Turning people into their own kind.
Herman looked back at the center of the valley with an ugly face. Because the shelling had stopped, now he couldn't find any trace of those people from the Witch Tower.
Unwilling to let them off the hook, at the same time Herman didn't want anyone to go back alive and draw retaliation from the Witch Tower.
"If there aren't many human head monsters, I should be able to resist ..."
Holding such thoughts, Herman carefully turned back, only to turn his head back again stiffly the moment he did.
"XX's ..." Even the always conceited Herman couldn't help but curse.
Behind them, including the three-masted sailing ship they brought with them, were unexpectedly densely surrounded by human-headed monsters.
When Herman turned around, many of the human-headed monsters were still gazing at him eagerly, hoping that he would see himself.
"Ah!!!"
An apprentice beside him screamed in agony as his head fell to the ground, turning into a new man-head monster.
Now even Herman's face changed.
He knew that even if he could control his emotions, there was no guarantee that the people around him would remain calm as well.
However, if the people around him showed their faces, the man-headed monster would most likely not discriminate and just start killing on a grand scale.
"Everyone!" Herman bellowed to get the attention of the others, "Follow me down and pull those guys out!"
Despite their reluctance, they approached the bottom of the valley under the siege of the endless number of human-headed monsters behind them.
At this time, Herman was no longer thinking about being able to silence all the people from the Sorcerer's Tower, he only wanted to escape the siege of the mountainous human-headed monsters.
On the other side, the people from the Sorcerer's Tower didn't have a good time either.
Bill almost stepped on a human head with one foot. He was just about to do it when he saw countless human head monsters fall from the cliffs on one side as if it was raining.
Without saying a word, Bill turned around and ran back.
Behind him, Wright also saw the heads all over the ground and almost gasped in shock.
Wright turned around in a hurry to follow Bill, unable to resist sending out a summoning spell.
"What's with all the stuff on the outskirts of Droopy Hands Valley?"
"If you ask me, who am I going to ask?"
Bill had a strong uneasiness in his heart.
It was clearly the outskirts of the Drooping Hand Valley where they could let their third level apprentices walk sideways, how could sorcerer level evil spirits and this mountain of human head monsters suddenly appear?
And the people from the Land Rowboat even dared to make a move against them time and time again, did these guys want to start a war with the Wizard Tower?
Bill, who had already consumed a lot of magic power, cursed viciously in his heart.
The plan kept changing, and now he just wanted to hurry back to the Wizard Tower to report the situation.
But the prerequisite was to survive first.
...
Saul felt as if he had returned to the Sorcerer's Tower, to a day in the past.
Opening his eyes, he saw that he was standing inside the third corpse room.
In front of him was a messy lab table, crucibles, notes, potions, plastic bones ...
Thor looked down and saw his hands.
His left hand was light gray and translucent, while his right hand was still the normal human hand from before.
He remembered.
On this day, Saul had just remodeled his left hand and successfully purified Spirit Ester for the first time.
Because the experiment was more complicated this time, and because he had to draw the anti-electricity field spell formation, Saul, whose spirit was inevitably affected, didn't leave the corpse room until close to eight o'clock.
Realizing that the time was already late, Saul cleaned up the table, grabbed his backpack and rushed out of the corpse room.
At this time, the giant man in charge of cleaning up the corpse room happened to brush past him, and the two of them almost got stuck in the doorway.
Having already worked in the corpse room for more than a year, this wasn't the first time Saul had gotten stuck at the bottom of the time line and rushed towards the West Tower.
Occasionally he would encounter some strange phenomena at night, but Saul, who had learned quite a few 0th-order sorceries, was no longer the same boy who had absolutely no power to defend himself.
Although his magic power value was worrying, as long as the sorcery was utilized efficiently, Saul was still a fairly strong existence amongst the 1st level apprentices.
Because he would have the most.
The East Tower at eight o'clock was no longer a place full of deadly traps for Sol.
As long as he is a little more careful ...
Today, however, he had just reached the third floor when he instantly felt a sticky, jelly-like wind sweeping toward him head-on.
That wind swallowed Saul the moment it touched him, and then Saul had the illusion of being swept clean from the inside out.
Something shifted in his afterglow, and he looked sideways to find his own shadow and the other shadows on the ground surprisingly dispersed into small round black dots that jumped up from the ground and then disappeared in panic into a crack in the stone.
Thor blinked and slowly turned his head, and not surprisingly, at the top of the ramp, he saw Gortha, the tower lord he hadn't seen in a long time.
The other was still covered in pink bandages, showing only a pair of silver eyes.
The frequency with which Sol saw Mentor Kazi depended mainly on the latter's mood, while the probability of seeing the Tower Lord depended mainly on chance.
"Lord Tower Master." He immediately bowed his head respectfully.
Now that Saul wasn't so scared to see the Tower Lord, but he was still nervous.
Golza tiptoed and waddled down.
His eyes were curved and his voice was as gentle as ever.
"It's been a long time, Sol. Got time for a chat?"
(End of chapter)