"You …" After being stunned for a moment, the young Fire Mage who had used all his strength to light a small flame on Tyrion's beard recognized Danny and said coldly, "This is not a place for mortals."
"I know, it's a gathering of Mystics." Danny nodded with a smile.
Without waiting for the Fire Mage to reply, she stopped smiling and said seriously, "Actually, I'm a Priestess."
"Priestess?" The Moon Singer came from the Jugesnai Plains. She had a big head, a sharp face, sallow skin, long black hair, and wore a yellow dress with colorful patterns.
She was obviously dressed as a woman, but she spoke with a rough male voice.
Danny was shocked. A crossdresser?
"Yes, I'm a Priestess!" She emphasized again.
"Which God do you believe in? Why don't I see his symbol on your clothes?" The Zebra Priestess asked.
"I serve the Seven Gods."
Priestess …
Shadow Binding Knight …
Fire Mage …
Male Wizard …
"Have some self-awareness, leave!" The young Fire Mage waved her away impatiently.
"I'm really a Priestess of the Seven Gods, I serve —"
The Shadow Binding Knight interrupted her coldly, "We all know what the Seven Gods are like. Seven wooden pillars, even the Archbishop of the Seven Gods Church can't light a glass candle."
"It's better to believe in any Dark Demon than the Seven Gods. The Seven Gods Priests and Monks are all pseudo-mystics, we don't welcome people like you in our gathering."
Danny was indeed a Priestess of the Seven Gods Church. She called herself the Archbishop of the Seven Gods Church at Slave Bay.
But she didn't expect the Priestess of the Seven Gods to have such a bad reputation.
They didn't even want to play with her and she was forced to leave the group.
"This is prejudice!" Danny said angrily, "Bring me a glass candle and see if I can light it."
"Hmph, where are we going to find a glass candle now?"
The young Fire Mage thought she was lying and was very angry.
Another old black Fire Mage glanced at Danny coldly and said, "Forget it, she's asking for it. Let her in."
The crossdressing Zebra man still had some conscience. He frowned and said, "You might not believe me, but it's not easy to get in touch with Mystics. You don't have the talent, and you don't have the protection of the gods, so you might be entangled by the curse. "
"Curse? Are you cursing me? "
"That won't happen, but …" A hesitant expression appeared on the boss's ugly, pointy face. "A normal person's physiological structure will be affected by high-energy magic … You don't understand, do you?"
At this point, Dani had already met all six of them. She was shocked to find that she could see through the young fire mage's body. She could see the depth of their magic power and the foundation of their meditation techniques without them noticing anything, just like how she could see through the young fire mage.
The fire mages' eyes were filled with flames. Their basic meditation techniques were different, so the color of their flames was different. The old black man's flames were purple, but the height of his flames was less than half of the young man's.
It seemed that age did not determine the depth of one's skills.
Her dragon had only been born for less than two years, and its magic power had just recovered. Everyone was on the same starting line.
The blue-lipped wizard was also an amateur. The blue mist in his sea of consciousness was extremely thin, and he looked like a newbie.
The Moon Singer had a crescent moon in his black eyes. The crescent moon was like a sickle, and its jade color was hazy. Danny felt that his skills were about the same as the young fire mage's.
As expected, the strongest one was the Shadow Binding Warrior from Yaxia.
Behind the wooden mask, there was a twisted black shadow in the green eyeball, like a flickering flame.
If she did not notice the distorted face of the shadow, she would have thought that it was the black flame!
But compared to Danny's nine-colored vortex that was as vast as the ocean, the Shadow Binding Warrior was also fun!
She was relieved. Ignoring the Moon Singer's dissuasion, she followed him into the stone tunnel.
After making several turns in the narrow crack, the seven of them walked for about half a mile and arrived at a cold basement that was 200 square meters wide.
An old slave with thin blue hair and pale skin was waiting at the door with an oil lamp in his hand. Seeing the old fire mage at the front, he took a step back and bowed respectfully. He hung the oil lamp on the stone wall and left through a small wooden door.
Under the oil lamp, Danny caught a glimpse of the old slave's appearance, and she could not help but be shocked.
His face was like a portrait drawn with ink soaked in water. His nose was on his forehead, his mouth was next to his left ear, and one of his eyes was between his eyebrows and the other was under his chin.
A deformed monster!
Everyone else looked as if they were used to it, and Dani did not dare to ask.
The basement had four gray stone walls and a gray floor. It was empty, with nothing inside. The ceiling was especially high, at least seven to eight meters. Even the light couldn't reach it.
After entering the basement, the other six people stood close to the wall next to the oil lamp. Danny suppressed her surprise and also stood next to the Moon Singer.
Clap! Clap! Clap! The old fire mage clapped his hands and said in Valleglia with an accent, "Let's not talk nonsense. Show us your skills first, then we'll talk about the deal."
His skillful and relaxed demeanor and movements all showed one thing: This was an experienced driver!
"I'll go first." The young fire mage walked to the center of the hall and faced everyone. He took out two fist-sized glass bottles from the pouch at his waist.
He even held up the bottles to let Danny and the others see clearly.
One was a fiery red powder, like chili powder, and the other was a greenish brown powder, like pepper powder.
Was he going to barbecue?
He squatted down and slowly opened the bottle. He held the bottle with both hands and turned it over. After grabbing two handfuls of powder, he placed the bottle on the ground in front of him.
"Watch carefully." After reminding everyone, the young fire mage's sea of consciousness lit up with yellow flames. He clapped his hands that were holding the powder and shouted, "Blood Dragon Dance!"
"Boom!" He rubbed his hands together, and two sparks the size of rice cookers appeared in front of him, one red and one blue.
The burning smell of sulfur and saltpeter filled the stone room, and it was a little choking.
Then, the young man danced around like he was having a seizure. The two sparks gradually stretched and transformed into two lumps of Megalosaurus.
Yes, two lumps.
Not only were there no eyes, noses, mouths, scales, and other details, but there were also no large hind legs. They looked like a mischievous five-year-old child made with the dough his mother used to make dumplings.
The young man's face was red, and the veins on his neck and forehead bulged. Two streams of sweat flowed from his nose. Finally, the red dragon and the blue dragon slowly approached and entangled with each other.
Poof, extinguished.
"Good, good, good!" Just as Danny was about to hiss, the other two fire mages clapped their hands excitedly and shouted three times in a row.
Their uncontrollable excitement did not seem to be an act at all.
Was it really that good?
Danny was expressionless. Just as she was about to ask, "What's so good about it?" Wizard Queers stepped forward and said emotionally, "Lisbon, you are indeed the most outstanding mage of our generation. I can't compare to you."
The young fire mage nodded proudly. "If Wizard Haihong had returned to Queers for two years, he would have had a chance to reach my current level."
Danny's expressionless face almost cracked.
After Lisbon bent down to put away the glass bottle and returned to the stone wall, the old black man looked around and asked, "Who's second?"
"Me." The shadow binder's voice was hoarse as he stepped forward.
Standing in the middle of the stone room, the shadow binder took off his backpack and took out a basin of charcoal. There was also a pack of charcoal and a glass bottle as thick as a thumb. It was half filled with a dark red liquid.
The shadow binder placed the charcoal into the metal basin and lit it. The charcoal burned brightly, and the faint red flames rose two feet high. Waves of heat spread out in the cold basement.
The shadow binder placed his hands above the brazier and warmed them while chanting an incantation that Danny could not understand.
The stone room seemed to have opened a cooling valve. Gradually, the heat dissipated, and a chilling air filled the air. It was the kind of eerie chill that one would find in a cold tomb.
Danny was shocked to see the shadow behind the shadow binder twisting and turning. At first, it was as slow as a twig sprouting, but the faster the shadow binder chanted, the more intense the shadow became.
Finally, a dense sea of shadows appeared on the wall behind the shadow binder.
"This bottle of blood came from a noble," the shadow binder said as she raised the glass bottle.
She then opened the bottle and poured the blood into the brazier.
Sizzle … The smell of burnt flesh filled the air along with the white smoke. It was nauseating.
What happened next shocked Danny. The shadow behind the shadow binder slowly moved closer to the center, and the black color became thicker and thicker.
She had never imagined that a shadow could be so dark and lifeless. Just one look at it was enough to make her shiver and freeze her soul.
It was like a two-dimensional paper person stuck to the wall, struggling to enter the three-dimensional world. A blurry humanoid shadow walked out of the wall!
It was like a sleepwalker, wandering aimlessly in the room without making a sound. It approached the oil lamp, and the shadow turned from light to dark. It retreated into the shadows, and the color gradually decreased.
It was very strange. The brighter the flame, the clearer the shadow became.
"Gulp!" Danny swallowed. She turned around and saw that the others were even weaker than her. Their faces were filled with fear, and they were dumbfounded.
She instantly looked better. She seemed to have gained courage from the others' cowardice.
"So powerful. Sir, can you control it to kill people?" she asked.
The shadow binder looked at her in surprise. He was surprised that she was not affected by his blood magic.
Fear appeared on the faces of the others. It was mostly due to the fact that they were being suppressed on the level of their souls when faced with superior spells.
This priestess of the Seven Goddesses was not simple!
"I can't control him," the shadow binder said.
"Him?"
The Asha woman explained seriously, "I used the noble's blood to summon the noble's shadow. The noble's soul is projected on his shadow, but he has his own will, even if his will is chaotic and ignorant."
"Is it because you're not strong enough, or is there some other reason? I've heard that someone can control the shadow to kill people from a distance like a servant. "
The shadow binder looked at her strangely for a while. He did not expect that this weak and fake mysterious person would dare to say such things to him.
I'm the most notorious shadow binder, and I'm playing with the soul of a noble!
Is it because the ignorant are fearless?
"Impossible." The woman with the wooden mask shook her head and said with certainty, "I said that the shadow is attached to the noble's soul. The soul is the combination of the will and the spirit. I can only control it, but I can't …
It's not that I can't make him kill people.
I'm not strong enough, but even if I'm strong enough to control him to kill people, I have to meet a condition — he wants the victim to die.
Do you understand?
Shadow binders can only control and tempt the shadow to act, but they can't distort its will. It's just like how no one can make a normal person on the street commit suicide with a few words. "
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