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Chapter 312

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* Sssii … *

The strong acid splashed onto the wooden door. Before the spell formation could be activated, the entire door was destroyed.

The four acolytes grimaced in pain as they looked at the mess in front of them. Then, they looked at the strange monster that Alice had summoned out of nowhere and let out a silent howl in their hearts.

'F * ck, why didn't you summon such a powerful Wizard-level monster earlier? Why did you have to wait for us to suffer enough before letting it out to clean up the trash! '

However, on the surface, the acolytes' attitude towards Alice had become even more respectful.

Of course, anyone who faced a quasi-wizard who could summon a Wizard-level monster with a wave of her hand would have to be as careful as they were. They were afraid that Alice would find them an eyesore and spit acid at them. If that happened, they would really die a horrible death!

Even the powerful defensive secret witchcraft door would be defeated by the rotting monster's strong acid of up to 50 degrees. The few acolytes would not even be able to last a single bite.

With the rotting monster's help, the subsequent exploration would be much easier.

Although Sark was an old elite wizard, the spells and traps he had set up were not only hidden but also extremely powerful. However, without Sark's control, and this was not a regular wizard tower, the inanimate traps would not be able to stop the rotting monster's violent attack.

Whether it was a secret witchcraft door, a witchcraft trap, or a dimensional space seal, the rotting monster would spit green saliva at them. Then, everything would turn into a suffocating white smoke amidst the corrosive acid, and would no longer be able to function as it should.

At the end of the corridor, they found the witchcraft laboratory, collection room, and study left behind by Wizard Sark.

Alice held her head high and led the rotting monster through the secret door. She looked around the laboratory and waved her hand.

"Go, find all the valuable things here for me. Whoever brings back enough good stuff, this lord will naturally reward them according to their merits. Quick, quick, quick … "

Under Alice's urging, the four Sorcerer-Apprentices were immediately as if they had been injected with chicken blood, shouting as they rushed to each corner. After all, this was a wizardry laboratory set up by a veteran elite Wizard. Anything they found would be enough to benefit them endlessly.

Of course, most of it belonged to Lady Alice. As for them, they only needed a negligible portion!

Alice stood still, her hands behind her back. She squinted her eyes as if she was waiting for something.

Sure enough, just as everyone was happily collecting and dividing the resources and treasures here, an indescribable sense of danger overwhelmed Alice's heart.

Yes, this is the feeling!

Alice's heart trembled slightly, and her narrowed eyes emitted a sharp light.

The last time she was in the forest camp, she suddenly felt this inexplicable fear, and was soon attacked, so she couldn't be more familiar with this feeling!

On that dark night, she, Alice, a mere Quasi Sorcerer, truly experienced the helplessness of facing a powerful enemy!

The spatial defense had been forcefully crushed by the giant serpent magus!

Spatial Slash … it had been directed elsewhere by that damned Illusionist.

Birdcage Absorption … her spatial methods were simply unable to break through the external defenses of the two Magi.

Just as she was about to give up everything and escape the camp, she was struck by the Eye of Petrification of the strange Magus with the snake head. Thus, the powerful petrification power wreaked havoc in her body, quickly causing her legs to become numb and stiff. Subsequently, she turned into a lifeless ash-white stone.

Left with no choice, Alice could only resist the petrification power's assault while escaping with Kabi.

Unfortunately, the two Magi seemed to have come prepared. They were able to accurately pinpoint the location of her teleportation every time, and then aggressively chased after her. As for her, most of the energy in her body was used to resist the petrification power. The more she used spatial force, the more parts of her body were petrified.

In the end, Alice could only abandon Kabi and escape by herself. However, she still couldn't shake off the other party's pursuit.

Finally, after one teleportation, she could no longer control the petrification power in her body. Fear was written all over her face, and Alice slowly turned into a stone person.

What kind of feeling was that?

She could clearly feel every inch of her flesh losing feeling, and could clearly feel her internal organs becoming heavy and stiff. She gradually lost control of her body, and her consciousness gradually faded. She wanted to scream, but found that her vocal cords had already been petrified. She wanted to cry, but found that she couldn't even complete the action of crying...

The fear and pain of having one's body petrified while one's soul remained temporarily, slowly waiting for the last trace of consciousness to fade away. Those who hadn't experienced it would never be able to understand!

The two Magi chased after her, and discovered that her body had been completely petrified.

However, just as the Giant Snake Magus was about to smash her to pieces with one palm and complete the mission cleanly and happily, the female Illusionist suggested keeping her. Once Alice's soul completely faded away, she would definitely be a very good collector's item!

While they were waiting, Alice was trapped in her petrified body. She had cursed, cried, begged, and despaired countless times. It was a pity that she was a lonely prisoner in the pitch-black space of her consciousness. She was completely powerless to break out, and it was impossible for her to transmit any voice or consciousness out...

As for what happened after that, she had no idea.

Perhaps the Bloody Butcher's call for help had saved her, and the two Magi left in a hurry, not noticing the strange spatial undulations in her body.

That was the power of the Void Stone!

After a very long time, Grimm's familiar spiritual undulations entered the dark and silent space of her consciousness, and Alice cried out bitterly.

It was at that moment that Alice truly understood that being able to cry freely was sometimes a kind of happiness!

Perhaps Alice had only been sealed in the cold and silent space of her consciousness for a single night, but the significance of that night was unprecedented. In her consciousness, that was a very long time, so long that it could drive someone crazy and make them feel like collapsing.

She called for help, but there was no response … She was afraid, she was in despair, she cried, she wailed … But all of this was meaningless! There was only her in the cold space of her consciousness!

The innate spatial ability that she had relied on so much seemed so fragile at this moment, so fragile that forget about saving her life, she couldn't even commit suicide if she wanted to.

She could no longer tell how many reincarnations her thoughts had gone through in the deathly stillness of the darkness. When she gave up her pride and external illusory power, for the first time, Alice used all her soul's strength to worship the only thing that could bring her hope.

Fate!

She prayed sincerely …

She no longer wanted to bargain with fate, and no longer wanted something from it …

Alice was willing to become a believer of fate, and take up her mission, and walk on …

Just as Alice understood the nature of her power, Grimm's spiritual undulations broke through the dark prison like a god, and penetrated into her consciousness.

At that moment, Alice actually wanted to cry, but she smiled silently in the darkness!

Of course, Grimm could not understand the subtle change in Alice's consciousness.

After all, at that time, he was also facing the invasion of the petrifying force in his body, and the crazy destruction of the abyss aura. He only cared about bringing Alice and Kabi back to Fedenan City, and did not have the time to slowly appreciate everything that had happened to Alice.

It was not until he ordered a magic tattoo for Alice that Grimm noticed the change in her.

Alice, who had always been violent and evil, had abandoned all magic patterns that could strengthen her innate spatial talent, and asked Grimm to increase her spiritual acuity and insight.

This request was simply unheard of, and it was beyond Grimm's understanding. It was at that moment that Grim realized the changes that had happened to Alice.

Alice had really started to believe in fate, and was willing to believe in it. This was extremely rare!

After all, the innate spatial talent could be seen, and as long as it was strengthened, it would immediately increase her combat power and survivability. Fate had always been an illusory thing. You did not know where it came from, nor did you know how to train it.

It was undoubtedly a huge waste to spend resources on something like this!

At least, that was what most wizards thought.

But Grimm was definitely not one of them.

To be honest, Alice's innate spatial talent was indeed enviable, but no matter how good her innate talent was, it could not be compared to the title of Witch of Fate. In the Sorcerer World, there were only thirteen witches with this title, and they were the core skeleton that supported the huge group of Northern Witches.

After tens of thousands of years, the once powerful thirteen branches of Northern Witches had flourished, and some had declined. Undoubtedly, the Witch of Fate was one of the branches that had been cut off.

However, as long as the inherited law of the Witch of Fate was still integrated into the huge consciousness of the Sorcerer World, its inheritance would not really be cut off.

Over the years, a large number of inheritors of the Witch of Fate with strange talents had appeared, which indicated that after thousands of years of silence, the branch of the Witch of Fate was about to usher in a new era!

For this reason, the Northern Witch Group did not even hesitate to send out many guides to lead these inheritors of the Witch of Fate back to the Tower of Fate.

And eight years later, the Battle of Fate would begin as scheduled!

At that time, no matter who survived, they would smoothly become a true Witch of Fate, thus adding another branch to the existing system of the entire Northern Witch Group.

At this moment, it was very likely that the person who was so persistent in killing Alice was for the "Battle of Fate" eight years later.

Or a certain inheritor of the Witch of Fate had a powerful force behind her and was helping her eliminate competitors. Or some forces in the Sorcerer Continent did not want to see the power of the Northern Witches continue to grow, so they consciously attacked and interfered with the inheritance ceremony of the Witch of Fate.

In short, for the first time, Alice felt so clearly that she was in danger!

Her trip to Wilick Castle this time was an adventure, and even more so a fishing operation!

But …

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