The Tower of Destiny.
The Tower of Destiny had been shrouded in the Dragonbone Wasteland for a day and a night.
Ever since night fell, the top of the Tower of Destiny, which had always been silent and reserved, seemed to have been lit up like a huge torch, emitting a dazzling light that made one dizzy, piercing through the fog and charging into the sky.
Inside the Tower of Destiny, many Witches of Destiny were gathered in the Astrology Hall, trying their best to guide the power of the stars to a lost wanderer far away.
The Fog of Destiny that shrouded the Tower of Destiny was obviously not the work of the Witches of Destiny. When the Destiny Beacon pierced through the sky and shot into the distant void, the Fog of Destiny rolled and trembled as it gathered, seemingly trying to cut off the beam of light.
The Mist of Destiny and the light beam intertwined, causing the sky above the Dragonbone Wasteland to change color.
The two powerful forces of Destiny collided, intertwined, and annihilated each other, forming fragments of Destiny and chaotic vortexes of Destiny that scattered in all directions, almost bringing disaster to the natives living in the Dragonbone Wasteland.
Even the Tower of Destiny had to put up a force field to protect itself from being destroyed by the collision of the two forces of Destiny.
When the terrifying torrent of Destiny surged in the sky, the World Will that had been sleeping quietly suddenly pulsated and shattered the external Destiny Force that was added to its body with a tyrannical will.
As if a bucket of kerosene was suddenly poured on a torch, the bright light beam shot out by the Tower of Destiny suddenly became ten thousand times brighter, turning into clusters of light arrows that pierced through the sky, instantly dispersing the deathly white fog that shrouded it.
Above the void, a woman's pained and angry groan could be vaguely heard.
Following that, the external Destiny Force slowly left the Northern Lands, left the Sorcerer World, and dissipated in the endless energy storm.
Inside the Tower of Destiny, the fully armed Alice suddenly opened her mouth and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, dying the Prophecy Scepter in her hand red. Her frail body swayed a few times, but she finally gritted her teeth and steadied herself.
The elemental fairy, Helen, fluttered anxiously beside her, constantly waving her little magic wand to buff her with one buff spell after another. Only then did Alice barely manage to survive the battle with the other Witch of Destiny.
Grim had been too careless!
The one-time-use interplanar teleportation circle he obtained came from the hands of the Destiny Witch 'Medusa'. If he wanted to use that teleportation circle to return to the wizard world, how could he escape her interference? Fortunately, Grimm had chosen the Tower of Destiny and not the Blazing Flame Monarch when he'd set up the coordinates, giving Alice a chance to save his fate.
The Mesa Witches attempted to use the Power of Destiny to alter the final waymark of the teleportation circle and teleport Grim to somewhere outside the realm. With the help of the Witches of Destiny, the Astrology Ritual, the Scepter of Prophecy, and the power of the River of Destiny in the Sorcerer World, Alice was able to guide Grim back to the right path with the spacetime beacon.
The Mesa Witch's wanton actions had also triggered a backlash from the Sorcerers World. It could be imagined that the first Destiny Witch was not much better than Alice at this time.
After a delay of 31 hours, the milky white radiance in the teleportation circle began to fade. Only then did the figures of Grimm and the other three materialize, becoming clearer and clearer.
As soon as the teleportation was completed, the three witches in the teleportation circle fell to the ground, retching and twitching. Even Grim, whose vitality was no weaker than a rank 2 Sorcerer's, felt dizzy for a long time. Only then did he step out of the teleportation circle.
As a rank 3 Sorcerer, Grim had experienced over a hundred long-distance teleportations. Even if it was a long-distance teleportation across planes, it would only take him two or three seconds at most. This time, the entire teleportation process had lasted for 31 hours.
It was as if they were caught in the intertwining of two enormous forces of time and space. What was supposed to be a short teleportation process was stretched into an endless flow of time and space. Grimm and the other three were caught up in it, and it could be said that they were in a miserable state.
If they hadn't been protected by powerful spells, just the tearing and stretching of space-time power would have been enough to leave a terrifying injury on their spirits that would never be healed.
Waiting outside the teleportation formation were naturally Alice, Helen, and Cheff who had rushed over.
When they saw the three strange witches in the teleportation circle, they could not help but look at Grim.
"You took too much of a risk this time! You knew that the teleportation circle belonged to 'her', yet you still dared to use it. If I hadn't sensed it in time and pulled you back, I'm afraid you'd be in the Outer Realms, having tea with 'her'! "Alice complained in a low voice, her face haggard.
Grim now knew that he had been too rash.
The difficulty of the interplane teleportation this time had made him realize that something was not right. Now that Alice had mentioned it, he finally understood the story behind it.
Seeing Alice's haggard figure and dispirited spirit, Grim could imagine the fierce confrontation between the two Destiny Witches just now.
"I'm sorry, I was too anxious this time!" Grim took a step forward and gently wrapped his arm around Alice's waist, letting her lean on him. He apologized in a low voice, "I don't know why, but I kept feeling that something was going to happen at home, so I rushed back …"
Alice's pretty face turned red, and she pushed a few times, wanting to leave Grim's embrace. Unfortunately, the long period of mental and physical exhaustion left her unable to muster any strength. Her hands on Grim's chest did not seem like she was pushing him, but more like she was caressing something.
Grim smiled, and lowered his head to kiss Alice's red lips.
Alice moaned, and was soon lost in the sweet kiss.
"Oh my, I'm going to get a pinhole …" Little Helen hurriedly covered her eyes, and kept bumping around. Cheff, who was standing to the side, grabbed Helen and flicked her forehead lightly with her finger as punishment. Only then did she put Helen on her shoulder to accompany her elf, Hannah.
After a long time, Grim finally let go of Alice. Her face was flushed, and she could barely stand.
After a while, Alice calmed down a little, and pointed at the few haggard witches in the teleportation circle. She asked curiously, "Itariel … Why did she come back with you? Where's Renna? "
Hearing Alice mention her mother's name, Cheff, who was standing to the side, pricked up her ears.
"The number of teleportation slots is limited, so we had to come back first." Grim explained briefly, "Renna is still in Envik Plane, helping the witches there rebuild a permanent camp. We even brought back the new teleportation waymark. As long as we give it to the Deceit Witches, they should be able to send the rest of the witches back. "
With their powerful perception of fate, Alice and Cheff could feel that the story behind it was not as simple as Grim said. But in front of outsiders, they did not have the time to ask questions.
Under Cheff's instructions, two little elves flew in front of the three witches. They waved their little wands, and streaks of magical rainbows entered their bodies, dispelling the remnants of the power of time.
Itariel and Old Poison Witch were both Grade 3 existences. Although their physiques and mental strength were inferior to Grim's, their foundations were not weak either. When the chaotic power of time and space disappeared, they rubbed their heads and slowly got up from the floor.
The teleportation just now was definitely not normal!
It was just a teleportation across planes, but it almost cost them their lives …
Itariel was well aware that there was something fishy going on behind the scenes, but in front of Alice and Grim, it was not appropriate for her to probe any further. She could only try her best to please them.
As a Grade 3 Deceit Witch, Itariel had her own Witch Tower in the North. Be it her own abilities or the faction she belonged to, Itariel was not an ordinary person. Otherwise, Renna would not have begged her to protect her.
"It was all thanks to Lord Grim's power that we were able to escape from Envik alive. I will remember your kindness. After I return to the clan and report the situation, I will definitely pay you a visit at your Wizard's Tower! " After Itariel expressed her sincerity to Grim, she pulled the other Grade 1 witch into the teleportation formation and teleported back to her tower.
Alice and Chave could not help but pout when they saw the Tier 3 Witch being so polite and humble to Grimm, who was at the same rank as her.
Most of the Northern Witches were feminists, and they always looked down on Wizards who were weaker than them. No matter what, Itariel was still a Tower Leader, and her strength was second only to the two Tier 4 Witches among the Deception Witches. She never pretended to be polite to the Wizards, but now she was addressing Grim as' Lord '…
The two women could not help but wonder what had happened in the faraway Envik Plane to make Grim so cautious and humble. From the looks of it, he was treating Grimm like a Grade 4 Magus!
Alice could not help but look at Grim doubtfully. Even though his aura was obscure and mysterious, and she could not see through it, his soul was definitely at Grade 3.
As if he could see the two women's doubts, Grim smiled and said softly, "Don't think too much. If you want to know, I'll tell you when I have the time!"
Alice could only nod dejectedly. She then turned her gaze to the only one left, the old hag.
Grade 3 … She's a Grade 3 witch …
However, the aura on the other party's body was far too strange!
Why did he have a feeling that this guy, who looked like a human but not a human, seemed to be connected to Grimm's soul? Contract … Yes, it's the smell of a soul contract!
"She … She's a Grade 3 witch that you enslaved?" Alice could not help but ask in shock.
Grim was not a Soul Wizard, nor was he a Psionic Warlock. He should not have the ability to enslave someone, right? Moreover, they were both Grade 3, so what kind of soul contract could have such a powerful binding effect?
"It's not me, it's him!" Grim could only shrug and raise his hand to release the Plague Spirit Remy.
Alice looked at the strange Grade 3 figure that appeared out of thin air, and her face could not help but twitch.
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