Wizard: Surviving in the Steam Age with Points for Demon Hunter

Chapter 295 The Blood Spirit is coming

Tick, tick...

The drizzle of light rain followed the depressions of the bluestone slabs and converged towards the sewers on both sides of the road.

The two-story building that had just been repaired was uniformly painted with a red roof and white walls, and the same color was applied to other houses that were not damaged.

Even the stores belonging to organizations from different continents in the store area have been partially unified.

Of course, this does not include the five major wizarding schools.

In Frenda's words, oh no, in Mitra's words, the Black Pearl has the final say on the entire island.

The wizard school, especially the ghost school, must receive the highest treatment!
In the city-state of Alexey, the shop area and garrison area are temporarily closed. There are only many pirates staying in the trading area, casually finding a corner to set up stalls.

Even though the rain was falling, there were still many pirates visiting, just like before.

“I didn’t expect that it was sunny just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye it was raining.”

Old Miles was stunned, and a smile instantly broke out on his face: "Let's go, hurry up and have a seat. I'm going to be late, I'm afraid there won't be any seats."

Whether it is the origin of the abyss, the origin of disaster, or the origin power possessed by Salvatore, they all have great research value.

"Unexpectedly, five, six, seven or eight people suddenly appeared, and one of them is said to be the number one legend of the Ghost School."

"What are you stunned for? I'm treating you tonight!"

pity……

"Ok?"

Pirates in twos and threes gathered in front of the stall, picking up the randomly placed goods and chatting with each other.

If there was any difference, perhaps it was that his body was spotless, and the smile on his young face did not look like that of someone who had experienced a disaster.

"Oh?"

"You're not leaving?"

"I will go back when the next batch of merchant ships enter the port."

His silver-blue eyes scanned everyone around him, and he walked towards the shop area in the city in a leisurely manner.

Black leather boots, dark green breeches and jacket, and unique pirate attire made him look no different from the people around him.

Some older pirates even had the idea of ​​leaving the sea.

The young pirate looked around everything, looking for traces of the battle left here a few days ago, but found nothing, which made him a little disappointed.

"Why is he here?" Wakraf had a smile on his face.

"Hahaha...yes, let's go have a drink!"

"Huh? No longer a pirate?"

"of course."

The enthusiasm of the pirates is so easy to rekindle. Even if they have just suffered a storm and disaster, they still consider themselves to be the strong men who roam the sea and the free people guided by the storm!
At this time, a pirate slowly walked into the city-state's high walls.

However, under the cover of the rain, the blood color was not obvious.

A faint aura slowly spreads, like a fire, attracting the attention of some people in the city-state.

As he walked around, the shadow under his feet blurred from time to time, and some small shadows merged into the nearby buildings like fragments and disappeared.

"Have you heard? The Blood Wolf Pirate Group has been disbanded."

"It was repaired really quickly."

The bluestone road echoed the crisp sound of his footsteps, which was a little abrupt in the quiet afternoon rain.

In the past few days, the pirates were still frightened when talking about the apocalyptic disaster. That listless look seemed to have been greatly shocked.

It seems that, for them, whether they buy something or not is secondary, the important thing is that everyone can still meet and communicate.

"This luck..."

Da da……

"Let's go? Why go? There are girls, fine wine, and a bunch of brothers. Do you want me to go back to the land to serve the noble lords in the city-state?"

"Who would have thought that even Alexei Island would be in such great danger. I have never seen a few legendary transcendent beings after sailing for so long."

"No matter how many people are dead, they are still dead. Those of us who are lucky enough to survive should take advantage of the moment - be happy!"

"Hey?!"

"Being a bastard of the abyss and a pirate! I need to go home!"

"Is the Golden Tavern open?"

The young pirate pursed his lips, with a little regret on his fair face. He identified the direction below and walked straight to the intelligence station where the five major wizarding schools were located.

In the golden tavern outside the city-state, Waclav and Salvatore, who were watching the girls dancing passionately, looked at somewhere in the city-state at the same time, their eyes flickering slightly, reflecting the figure of the young pirate.

"Old Miles, are you sure you want to go home?"

"Who says it's not? Just like the disaster a few days ago, it happened suddenly and so many people died..."

If you look closely, you can see blood dripping from the tips of his fingers.

"Are you here to find me?" Salvatore also grinned and said playfully: "I think he doesn't know that you are also on this island, right?"

"Well, if I were him, knowing I was here, I would never dare to reveal my whereabouts so carelessly."

"Go and see?"

Waklav looked at the girls in cool clothes, smacked his lips, and stood up helplessly: "Let's go, I haven't seen them in many years, it might as well go and have a look."

"Yes, he will not leave the Western Continent easily..."

With that said, the two of them ducked out of the tavern.

Only the four girls who were still dancing were left. In their eyes, they only felt that these two handsome pirates were really very generous beings.

Dang, Dang Dang...

The young pirate stopped outside the door of the intelligence station where the Blood Spirit School was located, and knocked lightly on the door.

In his original perception, the blood of all the surrounding creatures has been reflected. Some are as weak as newborn babies, while others are as strong as gods.

"you are?"

Elijah Ramirez, the intelligence officer of the Blood Spirit School, opened the door, frowned at the visitor, and asked: "This is a place belonging to the Blood Spirit School. Anyone who has no relation to it, please leave."

"You don't know me, forget it this time." The smile on the young pirate's face was a little stiff, and his tone was as gentle as possible, and he said, "Next time, I will go to the Blood Prison to receive my punishment!"

"Blood Hell?" Elijah was startled, then his face changed drastically, and he looked at him in horror, "You, you are..."

"You haven't seen me, do you understand?" The young pirate did not answer his question. His attention was focused on the two huge groups of blood reactions not far away.

Unexpectedly, Old Bones became stronger!
What's even more unexpected is that he would also appear here... Didn't you say that he hasn't left the school for many years?
Ghosts are really scary...

"Ming, I understand."

Elijah's face turned pale, and he looked at the pirate in front of him in horror.

This man, this man is definitely a legend of the school.

No, he's not just a legend, he's probably one of the top brass!

But who is it?
"Don't be so curious. You don't know my identity. You know..."

Before he finished speaking, the young pirate paused, looked at the location of the intelligence station of the Occult School next to him, and sighed: "Sorry, I made you laugh."

You guys?

Before Elijah could recover, he heard a voice: "This is not a wonderful scene, Velosa." "Who is it?!"

Elijah shouted coldly. Although he was covered in cold sweat, he had stayed on Alexey Island for so long. In addition to his status as an intelligence officer, it was more important not to lose the authority of the school.

Especially when there is a legendary wizard who is suspected to be a high-level member of Blood Spirit next to him...

However, he soon saw two people walking out of the corner outside the door. One of them was the legendary wizard who brought terror to Alexei Island a few days ago - Salvatore Samuel Ka Wave.

And the person next to him...

Well, I don’t know.

"Your courage is commendable. If you pass the test, you don't have to go to Blood Prison. But..."

The young pirate seemed to be aware of his thoughts, and the stiff expression on his face melted a little, and he said: "But if you don't know him, don't have such thoughts, little wizard."

"What do you think? Chief Wakraf."

Wakraf nodded noncommittally, looking at the young pirate's appearance, a smile appeared in his bright eyes.

"Verosa, when did you, the leader of the Blood Spirit School, learn to disguise? Are you worried that others will discover you left the Western Continent?"

"Yes, Chief Velosa," Salvatore also looked at him with a playful expression, "You dress like this, I can't help but..."

Before he finished speaking, he took out a strange instrument and pressed the button on the young pirate.

"Huh? Wizard Sare, are you taking a photo for me?"

Velosa glared at him angrily, with some helplessness on his face, but no expression of anger at all.

If Salvatore was alone, he would not coddle the opponent and fight him!

But there's also Vaaclav next to him...

Forget it, that guy has even darker intentions and his attacks are too harsh.

"Sir Velosa, Chief?!"

Elijah's eyes widened, was he really the chief master of their school?
How is it possible, why did the Chief Lord come to Alexei Island?

I……

I can't think about it anymore. It is said that the chief can see other people's thoughts clearly.

"That's right, I've seen your idea too." Velosa glared at him and said angrily: "Hurry up and find a corner to stay, this station has been requisitioned!"

"Yes Yes Yes!!"

Elijah shouted in panic, and ran in a random direction without thinking.

boom.

boom.

A bloody shadow turned into an afterimage and ran out in a hurry.

"Hahaha," Velosa pointed at the back and said awkwardly but gracefully: "The young wizards of the school are so energetic."

"Really?" Wakraf said with a half-smile, "It's as if our ghost wizard has no vitality."

"Are you energetic?"

Velosa raised his eyebrows, and there was a smile on his young and handsome face.

The ghost's undead wizards are still alive... they don't even have vitality anymore!

"Chief, I know what he is thinking at the moment," Salvatore saw his expression and chuckled: "Is he the necromancer who is slandering our ghosts?"

"Huh? Wizard Sare, I didn't expect you to have the talent of seeing through the mind." Velosa looked at him pretending to be surprised.

"..."

Wakraf burst out laughing, waving his hands and saying: "The three of us are together two epochs old. If such a conversation is heard by the little ones, they will be frightened."

He glanced at the intelligence stations of several wizard schools around him, and waved his hand to hide the three figures.

Although this felt a bit deceptive, he was really not used to being watched.

That would remind him of some unpleasant experiences, and, well, he'd really like to turn them into something without eyes!

Velosa shook his head, and his entire appearance changed. He was no longer dressed in pirate clothes, but put on a bloody wizard robe.

A blood-red skull appeared faintly from the mark of the Blood Spirit School on the chest, exuding a faint smell of blood.

And his handsome face turned into a slightly older but domineering face, with two obvious legal lines as deep as ravines, and his eyes were extremely cold, as if he had hostility and murderous intent towards everyone.

"Go in and have a chat?"

"of course."

Vaclav entered the house first, Salvatore glanced around and followed closely behind.

Blood Spirit School...

The relationship between the five major wizarding schools is not as bad as other extraordinary people imagined, but there are indeed several alliances between them.

For example, the Blood Spirit School and the Mechanical School are both in the Western Continent. The two schools have competed for thousands of years and have killed and killed each other.

But when facing outside the Western Continent, the two schools of thought will still form an alliance.

As for Ghost... they are in opposition to the other four schools. There are almost no wizard schools that take the initiative to form an alliance with Ghost.

The remaining Lingmei and Shadow Schools are not very easy to deal with, and the conflicts between the two sides are also not small.

The three of them pushed open the wooden door and looked at the empty living room. They didn't take it seriously. They waved their hands and took out three chairs. They sat in three triangles and looked at each other.

"The Wizard of Velosa,"

Wakraf curled his lips. In terms of style, he couldn't compare to the bastard Velosa. The chair was actually made entirely of blood crystal, which was a bit luxurious.

"How did you come to Alexei Island? Don't tell me, you came here to relax."

"Vaclav, even an old skeleton like you is out. Is it hard to imagine that I am out?"

"What's the purpose?" Wakraf said calmly, "Wizard Velosa, you know what I'm asking."

Seeing this, Velosa knew that if he didn't tell the truth now, he would be in even greater trouble later.

But the purpose——

"Before I came here, I heard that the legendary wizard from your school appeared here. I had to take a look."

"Oh?"

"That little guy." Velosa knew that they were not easy to fool, so he had to avoid the obvious and said, "It should be the little wizard who announced the flaws in the spell runes, right?"

"That's right." Waclav did not deny it. He was confident that on this island, no one except him could threaten the young wizard.

"It's really him."

Velosa looked at the two of them and secretly guessed what kind of secrets the other party had. Otherwise, how could he be protected by the most powerful protector of the Ghost School?

"So?" Salvatore looked solemn and asked coldly.

"No," Velosa smiled, "I'm just a little curious."

"Just out of curiosity, you, the leader of the school, came in person?" Wakraf said with a half-smile: "Wizard Velosa, stop beating around the bush!"

Salvatore glanced at him and agreed: "We have known each other for a long time!"

Velosa looked around and forced a smile on his face.

"Yes...two thousand three hundred and six months..."

(End of this chapter)