Chapter 905 Witch

Don't mess with mages, especially the particularly powerful ones among them.

This proverb can be said to be spread in all planes of the multiverse world, mainly because the magicians have too many strange spells.

It only took a few thousand years from the time when the magical civilization of the ancient elves was buried to the time when magic was picked up again by mortals.

Although at a technical level, the magic of mortals has not yet returned to the exaggerated heights of the ancient elves, in terms of disgusting people, it has indeed achieved an even more exaggerated level than the ancient elves.

To give a simple example, the ancient elves actually did not have necromancy. It was not that they could not study it, but that they simply did not want to study it.

Because the ancient elves believed that death was inevitable, and after death, the soul would merge into the World Tree and flow endlessly in its veins.

This is the right and obligation of every life and is inalienable.

But people who study magic after the ancient elves, especially human mages, obviously don't care about so many rules.

Mages are more or less regardless of ethics and morals, similar to the characteristics of mad scientists, who really dare to study anything.

Without further ado, let’s take Aldai as an example.

She mentioned to Li Chengqi more than once that she wanted a divine son to come out and study it.

It's not based on any emotion or desire, it's just pure, I want to study the difference between the Son of God and a mortal.

Even if her own flesh and blood were dissected, Aldai would probably not have any psychological fluctuations.

And Aldai can even be considered sane among the masters, so you can imagine how explosive these guys are.

Therefore, it is obvious that the magical civilization of the ancient elves has disappeared. The prestige of the modern masters is even more exaggerated than that of the ancient elves. Demons and dog coins such as devils dare not mess with them.

The witch sitting on the broom with her wizard's hat pressed down on her face. Her seemingly thin body probably contained powerful magical power. Liao Wenjing instinctively felt that this person was not as simple as she seemed. It was incredible. Liao Wenjing felt suppressed. The feeling.

It's not that they are at a disadvantage in the battle of strength, it's just a natural, innate fear and fear like a rabbit seeing a tiger.

Liao Wenjing only took one glance and felt like she was facing a formidable enemy. Lei Lei and Lei Yunlan did not feel this way. They retreated outside Zhao Ziheng's range. Lei Lei questioned and shouted at the witch:

"Who are you! How dare you break into my Lei family!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just curious about what the magicians in the East were like, so I came to take a look secretly."

The witch lowered her hand covering her hat and said as if bending slightly to salute:

"My full name is too long. Just call me Rachel. I can't tell you where I belong. I'm sorry."

She said she was sorry, but actually the expression on her face was teasing, as if she was teasing Lei Lei.

Of course, for Liao Wenjing, her affiliation is not very important.

Looking at Rachel sitting on the broom, Liao Wenjing's palms began to sweat slightly.

This is wrong, very wrong.

Rachel ignored Liao Wenjing's gaze and snapped her fingers.

Zhao Ziheng's eyes blinked and he was immediately released from the charmed state. He was still a little confused about what was going on. He had no memory of when he was controlled.

"Boy, let me go!"

Only then did he notice that Wuzhi Qi was being pressed down by gravity, and Zhao Ziheng hurriedly lifted it.

Wu Zhiqi felt his body loosen up, then he grabbed the spear and did a backflip and landed next to Zhao Ziheng.

It looks like a 3V3 confrontation, but in fact Lei Lei is very unconfident.

The most ideal situation is for Lei Yunlan to entangle Wuzhi Qi and deal with Zhao Ziheng by himself, but can Liao Wenjing be able to deal with that witch?

This is still the most ideal situation. The three opponents are not fools, and they cannot easily face troublesome opponents.

This is hard to resist.

And when Liao Wenjing saw that Rachel had released her charm with a snap of her fingers and had already shown her demonic form, the red pupils of Liao Wenjing's pure black eyes shrank slightly.

No one can easily dispel the charm of a succubus, no matter how powerful a mage is. This cannot be explained by the effects of spells.

There is only one possibility.

"You're not human, are you?"

"That makes me a little sad."

Rachel took off the wizard hat on her head, revealing two goat-like horns, and a slender tail playfully wrapped around from the back to the front.

"I'm at least half human."

A succubus hybrid, and a first-generation hybrid.

The children of demons and humans are tieflings, but that’s a bit absolute.

In fact, not all humans with demon blood are called tieflings. Just like genes have recessive and explicit characteristics, so do demon blood.

The evil blood of some humans does not appear on the body, but looks very similar to humans. In this case, when the power of the blood is activated, the person will become a different kind of spell caster than a mage.

That is, the Warlock.

As mentioned before, how strong a Warlock is depends on how awesome his ancestors are. Compared to Masters, Warlocks grow faster, but the upper limit is unclear.

If the bloodline can be traced back to common supernatural creatures such as tree spirits and water elves, the upper limit is indeed not high, but if it is a particularly awesome boss, that may not necessarily be the case.

By the way, the Son of God can also be a sorcerer.

Liao Wenjing felt a strong sense of oppression from Rachel, and it was an instinctive feeling of wanting to surrender, but because Liao Wenjing had already turned good, the oppression did not make her really bow her head and kneel.

But this also shows a fact, Rachel's other half of the succubus bloodline is ridiculously high-level.

Succubus is a high-level demon above level 40, which is not accurate enough. To be more precise, succubus is a high-level demon with a minimum level of 40.

To make Liao Wenjing, a pure succubus, feel oppressive, Rachel's mother must be at least a succubus at the level of a demon lord.

Thinking of this, Liao Wenjing didn't dare to move at once.

Compared with demons, demons are indeed not creatures with strict levels, but it does not mean that demons have no levels.

There is only one truth among demons, whoever has the bigger fist will listen to him.

With a higher-level demon bloodline than Liao Wenjing, plus being a powerful warlock, Liao Wenjing is already giving face by not running away now.

This is mainly because Li Chengxi was watching from behind. Whenever Liao Wenjing had the thought of "running fast", she would think of Li Chengxi.

Speaking of Li Chengxi, what was he doing?

"My goodness, this witch's figure is too flat. She looks like a witch from Japanese butter, right?"

- He was complaining and watching the show.

Indeed, compared to Liao Wenjing's S-shaped figure that makes people's blood boil, Rachel is too flat. She feels flatter than Oldie, which is a waste of the succubus's bloodline.

Oldie can at least see the top of her feet when she lowers her head, but Rachel feels like she is almost sunken...

Of course, this is not the point.

Lei Yuntian's injury has been healed by a healing spell, but he is still unconscious.

Li Chengxi saw Liao Wenjing coming out to help, so he didn't rush up and planned to see the situation again.

In Li Chengxi's opinion, succubus is roughly the same as Slaanesh. He didn't know that Liao Wenjing was almost scared and ready to run away. He thought that 3V3 should be able to fight a few times.

So he didn't even plan to go up, and stood there watching the 3V3 confrontation.

"Speaking of which, the Lei family is a bit too lame, isn't there anyone else who can go up to help except Lei Lei and Lei Yunlan?"

Gan Xiaoyan, who had been standing next to him, was about to explain, when suddenly an old man's voice appeared next to him.

"You have made a fool of yourself, my friend. Alas, our family is unfortunate, and we, the descendants, are ashamed of our ancestors."

A bald and white-haired old man, sitting in a wheelchair, shook his head as he spoke.

Why didn't I see him just now?

Who is this person?