Diary of the Death Wizard

Katz returned to the channel.

His slightly stooped back looks even smaller in comparison with the huge wizard tower.

Sol looked up.

The dark gray wizard tower stood in front of him.

The lower part of the tower has only walls and no windows. Sol can't use this to judge how many floors the wizard tower has. He just feels that the wizard tower in front of him is not lower than those skyscrapers.

Majestic and majestic.

The wind and frost of the years have added a mysterious and thick background to it.

But for the apprentices who couldn't get out of the tower at will, it was more like a prison.

Watching Katz's mentor leave, Saul quickly put his sad feelings behind him.

Rubbing his hands and drooling, he leaned over to the lovely, credit-worthy companion flowers.

It doesn't matter if you don't pick the companion flower that can bear white fruit. Whether it's blue or red, it's very useful, and Sol doesn't dislike it.

He walked along the edge of the field, looking for the buds that were close to his eyes.

Soon Sol found a good-looking one.

The flower stems are erect and the buds are full, which is very energetic at first glance.

And the flower visibly moved when Sol approached, and leaned its head towards Sol.

Sol immediately decided that it was this flower.

So he wrote down the location and appearance of the flowers, and turned back to the wooden house.

While walking, Sol felt a strange touch on his ankle, as if something was rubbing against him.

He looked down and saw a slender black tentacle like a grass stem protruding from the ground.

The tentacles were smooth and soft, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a plant or an animal.

But Saul felt more and more familiar with this thing the more he looked at it.

Finally, he suddenly remembered, isn't this black tentacle exactly the tentacle in the mud that he saw in Rum's room?

It's much smaller, but looks almost identical!

This tentacle actually exists!

Is the black quagmire true or false? Is the peaceful and beautiful garden in front of you really located on flat land?

Thinking of the image of the black tentacles dragging the corpse into the ground, Thorton's scalp felt numb, and the strange touch just now turned into a caterpillar, which kept burrowing into his trouser leg.

He quickly raised his feet and ran towards the wooden house at the entrance of the garden, preparing to ask the gardener for help.

Through the window of the wooden house, Sol saw that the gardener just now was sitting inside with his back facing him.

The arm position looks a little stiff.

"Flowers..." Sol felt something wrapped around his calf again, and hurriedly called for help.

But before his second word came out, a thigh-thick black tentacle suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and suddenly wrapped around his left arm, pulling his whole body into the soil.

The ground that had just been leveled was soft and subsided like mud.

...

The loose soil wrapped in stones and rushed towards Sol.

No matter how hard Sol struggled, he couldn't stop his falling figure.

In the end, he simply gave up struggling, closed his eyes tightly, and let go of his perception.

At the same time, recite the incantation of "burning breath", just wait for the Lord to appear, and give it a hammer first!

The resistance in front of him suddenly disappeared, and Sol fell into a pool of mud with a "slap" sound covering his body.

And the black tentacles wrapped around his arms also disappeared.

But the expected attack did not appear.

Sol propped himself up from the mud, and wiped his muddy face with his muddy hands.

"Pfft!"

Because he had to open his mouth to recite the spell, Sol also poured a lot of disgusting mud into his mouth.

He barely opened his eyes, only to find that the surroundings were pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

The hole above the head also seemed to be blocked by something, and no sunlight poured down.

Sol smeared and stood up, raised his hand to explore, but didn't touch anything else.

There was mud under his feet, and he could still hear the sound of something crawling under him.

A stick covered in mud rubbed against Sol's ankle, scaring Sol back again and again, almost falling into the mud again.

Darkness amplifies hearing and touch.

The unknown is scary.

Sol tried to calm himself down, and first used his most familiar meditation to observe his surroundings.

However, to his surprise, the semi-immersive meditation that has always been able to overwhelm the enemy did not find anything this time.

No ghosts, no weirdness.

Horribly clean.

At this moment, something suddenly moved under Sol's feet.

Shocked, he quickly raised his feet and hid back.

When he swung his hand backwards, he touched a hard slab of stone.

Appears to be a stone platform raised above the mud.

The counter top was a bit wet to the touch, but it was better than standing in the mud.

Sol propped up his hands, avoided the tentacles under his feet, and climbed onto the high platform.

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

The moment Sol stood on the high platform, candle lights suddenly lit up at the four corners of the high platform, illuminating the underground space.

The land above his head was at least three meters away from Thor's position.

When it just fell, thanks to the mud and the unknown black tentacles on the ground, Sol was not thrown badly.

The soil was supported by some force, except for a little dirt and gravel, nothing else fell with Sol.

The surrounding area where the light reaches is a spacious space, except for the high platform under Sol's feet, the other places are covered with black-gray mud.

From time to time, black things like tentacles and vines surged and shuttled in the mud. Except that there were no corpses, the scene was similar to the scene Sol saw at Rum's mentor.

The black tentacles in the mud do not seem to harm the living. Except for rubbing Sol's arm and ankle before, he didn't make any really harmful moves.

I don't know why it insisted on tearing Sol down.

"Evil... the mud has flowed into the collar, it's really uncomfortable, the next witchcraft must be clean first."

Thor took off his robe, carefully avoiding the mud on it, and wiped his face with the clean part.

"Forget it, let's learn the light technique first. If you encounter a place without lights, you will become blind immediately."

Because of the familiar candlestick, Sol's fear of this underground space dissipated a lot.

The presence of candlesticks means that this is also the site of the Wizard Tower. It's just the dust and moss on the dais that shows it hasn't been used for a long time.

Thor turned his head and finally noticed the appearance of this high platform.

This is a square high platform with a side length of about five meters, and there are two experimental platforms in the middle. Some broken utensils are placed in a mess on the platform.

Sol walked over and saw a sunken groove between the two experimental platforms.

He compared it and found that this groove can probably lie down a normal-sized adult.

"Someone should have done experiments here, but for some reason, it was abandoned."

A string of mud marks were left on the high platform, destroying the originally dark moss.

Sol walked around the edge of the high platform, surrounded by mud, and farther away from the range that the candlelight could illuminate, it was vaguely land, and there was no way out.

"It doesn't feel safe to walk around." Thor looked up, "Why don't you try to leave from above."

Sol went over and lifted one of the experimental benches. It was heavy, but he could barely lift it.

He was standing on the top of an experimental bench that was out of reach. If the two experimental benches were piled up, he should be able to grab the soil above his head.

I hope that there is a place where we can borrow strength, or we can find a channel to ask for help.

Although Sol disappeared for a long time, the gardener should come to him, but Sol is not someone who just stands there and waits for rescue.

He lifted a corner of one of the benches, trying to drag it across first.

"Bah—"

A sharp voice sounded, and the table legs of the experimental platform left a few black marks on the high platform.

It seemed that there was a little more movement, and the surrounding mud began to bubble.

Sol quickly stopped his movements and observed the movement around him.

Although those tentacles didn't attack him just now, they should proceed with caution. Sol now has no confidence in defeating this invisible monster.

Black tentacles emerged from the mud and twisted and stretched towards the high platform, but they seemed to be restricted in some way, and couldn't reach the range of the high platform.

Sol waited for a while to make sure those things would not run to the high platform before continuing to move the experimental platform.

However, with a "click", something fell on his left shoulder, and something cool slipped across Sol's cheek.

His movement of lifting a corner of the laboratory platform froze immediately, and his eyes slowly looked to the left.

Something that looked like seaweed was clawing at Thor's shoulder.

No, it has no teeth, only black thread-like tentacles. If it's not too small, it looks a lot like the giant tentacles in the mud.