Night Raven Master

Chapter 358 Plan
In the forest next to the Mashan Ranch, rows of trees were chopped off by the [-]-meter-long scythe.

All kinds of animals hiding in the forest and the magical creatures that ran into the forest because the pasture couldn't handle them were more or less injured, and the group of tombstone black mages who were looking for the legendary Sleepy Hollow near the forest, Several people were also injured.

A few tens of meters away from the scythe marks, a group of black mages on the tombstone, a total of 11 people gathered together, one of them was standing guard with his fists clenched, ready to cast a spell and make gestures at any time to launch magic .

As for the other people, except for the two who were intact, the rest of them were all stained with blood, with more or less injuries on their bodies, including minor fractures and abrasions.

There are also penetrating wounds that look scary, with severed hands, severed legs, and someone with a twig on their chest, like on the set of a horror movie.

"What the hell is this spell?"

The black mage who clenched his fists and was fully alert murmured to himself, then turned to look at the others:
"Where did Heku go?"

He asked where the leader of the operation was.

The few people who can still move are using the healing spell to restore others. After hearing his question, one of them shook his head and replied:
"I don't know, I haven't seen Heku since just now."

Another raised his newly repaired arm:
"After I found out that Heku was missing, I went to look for it, but I couldn't find it after searching around. Maybe I just left? Or did I find something?"

"How is it possible to leave, he is the leader this time."

The person who spoke was a strong man with a bald head. At this time, under the spell of another person, a makeshift bandage floated from the air to his leg, wrapping his thigh, with faint blood seeping out.

"Quick healing—"

Looking at the wound that burst again, the man frowned, moved his fingers, and cast a healing spell himself.

A faint green light wrapped around his thigh again.

"It seems that Heku should have discovered something, which is far away from us."

The black magician on guard whispered, "You have to contact him quickly."

They didn't think about the fact that Heku was dead. Heku was the strongest figure in their operation this time, and his strength was comparable to the members of the Magic Council.

Creatures with social attributes always like to make some classes to reflect their identities.

The lowest level is naturally Muggles, Muggles who don't know any magic.

Then came the apprentice wizards—the students of the magic schools.

The third from the bottom is the official magician - the graduate who has just graduated from the magic school.

The fourth is the elite magician - with Aurors (magician soldiers), teachers of magic schools as the scale.

The third is the councilor-level magician—slightly stronger than Auror, professors of various magic schools, and members of the magic council.

The second is the elder-level magician - stronger than the councilor, but weaker than the speaker, the patriarch of the seven pure-blood families and the like.

The first is the speaker level - the legendary headmaster of Hogsmott, Amberell, and the speaker of the magic council.

Although there is no clear division of ranks on the surface, and an apprentice magician may kill an Auror, black magicians often use white magicians as their benchmarks of strength—or the column of shame, xx is better than xx among white magicians. Strong, or xx is weaker than White Mage's xx.

xx was actually killed by xx! ?
xx was actually defeated by xx! ?

Whether it is to mock a white mage or a black mage with a bad relationship, it can be used.

The irony is that although white mages don't like this usage, it is also subtly used as a benchmark for judging strength.

Most of the tombstone black mages who came to the forest were at the elite level, and Heku was at the councilor level, so he was naturally the leader, and his strength was beyond doubt.

If they want to defeat Heku head-on, all of them can do it together, but individually, no one can do it.

In the hearts of everyone, it is impossible for Heku to be killed without sending any news.

They didn't think about that at all.

"Gutona, what should we do now? Heku is not here now."

The others turned their gazes to the bald man.

When Heku was not around, the strongest and oldest person became the temporary leader.

When everyone turned their attention, Gu Tuo was very comfortable with the feeling of rising status, and he ignored the vague pain on his body.

"Let's just leave it like this for the time being. Now we have lost a lot, and such a big movement will attract other people, and the White Mage will know about it soon."

The bald man hesitated for a moment:
"Let's retreat first to avoid the White Mage and pass the news to the higher-ups. We may have encountered the Headless Horseman."

Looking at the nearly [-]-meter-long narrow gully tens of meters away, even with his physique, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Fear of encountering this kind of attack again is also his worry.

He didn't want to die here, he had seen many black mages who were brave enough to die because of their horcruxes and finally went crazy.

Guto himself did not want to be part of it.

After looking at each other for more than ten seconds, the others nodded one after another, expressing their agreement.

On the treetops in the forest, pairs of crow eyes looked indifferently at the group of "backpackers" who supported each other and left the forest.

At the edge of the Mashan Ranch, Yate was standing next to a herbivorous creature that was completely infected by the gluttony seed and was gnawing on its own kind.

He looked at the direction of the forest with deep eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind——

What if he diffused all kinds of original sin and emotional power—using the black magicians of those tombstones as carriers?

So far, all he has done now is to constantly search for luck and misfortune to upgrade and cultivate the original sin crow, but he still has not been able to find the most critical trace of the will of the world.

He still doesn't know how strong the will of the world is.

This is still unknown.

It is precisely because of this situation that he does not dare to try to spy on the slate of fate through the power of the agent.

After looking at the Crow Mage who was about to reach level 22, and the experience slot for Night Wizard who was about to reach level 21, Art narrowed his eyes.

He needs to speed up the harvesting speed. After reaching level 25 and making a core breakthrough, he will take action immediately to test the strength of the will of the world.

method
It is a good choice to cause chaos through the power of original sin.

For one thing, you can blame the devil, and you are not in danger.

Second, the large-scale original sin of desire and the diffusion of emotional power are beneficial to his research on the path of desire and emotion.

The third word causes confusion and creates chaos, which is an action in line with the path of doom and disaster, and if the means are right, it will be of great benefit to him.

Maybe you can harvest a wave of powerful bad luck in one go.

(End of this chapter)