Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

The array master stood in the center of the array, his eyes closed, chanting obscure spells. The spells seemed to come from a mysterious language from ancient times, and every syllable was filled with endless mysteries and power.

He tilted his head back slightly, his neck stretched straight, his chest rising and falling evenly with his breathing. His hands kept waving in the air, his fingers flexing and twisting flexibly, drawing mysterious tracks like the bright and shining meteors in the night sky, with a dazzling beauty.

As the spell was chanted, a layer of light blue light gradually appeared around his body. This light was not dazzling, but it revealed a deep tranquility. Countless ancient runes could be vaguely seen flowing in the light, as if telling the vicissitudes of time and the legend of magic.

Suddenly, the formation master opened his eyes abruptly, and two rays of light shot out from them, like lightning streaking through the night sky. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks slightly puffed up, and he pressed his hands together, veins popping out at his wrists, his expression solemn and focused, and it seemed as if all the strength in his body was gathered in his palms.

Then, he took a deep breath, tensed his arm muscles, and pushed forward with force. A powerful energy wave burst out from his palm with a whistling sound, like a surging wave, and rapidly injected into the magic circle.

The magic circle was activated instantly, and dazzling rays of light shot up into the sky, the light was dazzling, like the magnificent scene of a volcanic eruption. These rays of light intertwined with each other, outlining a complex and exquisite pattern, each line was smooth and graceful, full of mysterious atmosphere.

Powerful magical fluctuations spread out from the magic circle, making the surrounding air become scorching hot, as if being in a boiling furnace.

Senior Zaire had already fallen into a coma, his body lying limply on the side, unaware of what was happening around him. His brows were furrowed, his breathing was rapid, and his hands hung limply at his sides.

Although Blainey remained awake at the moment, she was also shocked by the scene before her. Her eyes widened, her lips trembled slightly, and her hands unconsciously grasped the corners of her clothes. She stared at the two crystal bottles, her eyes full of tension and expectation.

The two crystal bottles contained the souls and blood of two people respectively. Under the catalysis of the energy of the formation, they gradually merged to form blood-red ink. This ink exudes a strange and mysterious aura. This is the raw material of the soul.

The array master looked solemn as he carefully picked up Blaney's blood-red soul ink, his movements gentle and focused. His fingers gently pinched the ink bottle and slowly poured it out, his eyes fixed on the crystal ball, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

He carefully drew the control rune on the crystal ball, and each stroke was smooth and steady, as if he was performing a sacred ritual. When the rune was finished, the formation master once again activated the power of the formation and struck the rune into Zaire's forehead.

As soon as the rune touched Zaire's skin, the array master's fingers pressed gently, allowing the auxiliary rune to blend in, and then it instantly merged into it and disappeared.

Then, the array master did the same thing again, projecting the same rune from the crystal ball to Bryony's left hand. Bryony felt a strange force flowing into her body through her palm, and she could clearly feel that an invisible force had controlled Zaire. Her fingers curled up slightly, feeling the presence of this force.

Next, runes were drawn on the crystal ball again with Zaire's blood-red soul ink. The array master's eyes were focused and determined, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, but he had no time to wipe it off.

After the rune was drawn, it was projected to Zaire's forehead through the crystal ball again, and then to Blaney's right hand. At this moment, Blaney felt that he had completely controlled Zaire's brain. With just one command or thought plus a gesture, he could make his brain explode, leaving him no room for resistance.

This blood oath magic is quite powerful, and is a powerful magic created by magicians to control rebels. Its existence not only symbolizes the powerful power of magic, but also reveals the extreme measures taken by magicians to maintain order and authority.

After a while, Miss Blainey first slightly stretched her stiff body, then slowly stood up. Her face was filled with a warm and satisfied smile like the spring breeze, and that smile was just like a flower blooming in spring, delicate and charming. Her eyes were shining with bright and confident light, and her majestic look made people dare not underestimate her.

She stepped forward gracefully and calmly, nodded slightly to the formation master, and said, "Wake up the senior, we have important things to do..." The corners of her mouth rose, and her eyes were firm and unyielding.

The formation master shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands casually, a smile of relief and a little complacency appeared on his face, and said: "Well! This master has finally accomplished the task..." His eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes revealed complacency and ease after completing the task.

Zaire woke up from his coma. He first blinked hard in confusion, his pupils full of chaos, and then slowly turned his head to observe his surroundings.

After finding that there was nothing wrong with his body, he breathed a long sigh of relief. There was still a trace of fear in his eyes, and his brows were tightly furrowed into a "川" shape: "Is it over? I was too tired just now..." His voice was a little weak and tired, and the corners of his mouth drooped, looking listless.

However, Blainey just had a thought, and Zaireton felt a stabbing pain in his head as if thousands of steel needles were piercing him at the same time. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, his eyes widened in horror, and his eyes were full of despair and pain: "Ah! It hurts so much, ah..." He held his head with both hands, shouting in pain, his expression extremely distorted, his facial features seemed to be kneaded together by an invisible big hand, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged.

Then Blainey withdrew his thoughts and gestures, and Zaire fell to the ground like a deflated ball. He was gasping for breath and sweating all over. His clothes were instantly soaked with sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

His eyes were filled with fear and awe, his pupils trembling violently. He knew very well that this was only the power of the blood oath magic, and the other party was just giving him a small warning and would not really kill him.

Zaire suppressed the discomfort in his body, took out a mental recovery potion from his arms with trembling hands, put it into his mouth and swallowed it.

He closed his eyes tightly, his brows were furrowed, his expression was distorted with pain, as if he was enduring great torment, and he felt the medicine gradually taking effect in his body, slowly soothing his nerves.

Blaney smiled and said: "Senior, don't worry, it's just a test. As long as you have no evil thoughts, everything will be fine..."

What else can I say? It's too late now. Zaire needs to become stronger. After getting the saber-tooth tiger cub, he can just practice and cultivate his pet with peace of mind.