Celestial Mage

Chapter 2 Sir, do you need an apprentice?

'Humph! '

'Uh! '

'what! '

In the snowy night, there were muffled groans, screams, and groans. Horrible sounds, like arrows, kept piercing through the dense darkness and nailed into the small sheepfold.

Rosen hid in the innermost corner of the sheep pen, curled up tightly, and covered his thin body with thick hay, hoping that the nightmare would end soon.

He couldn't understand why the two teenagers died, he only knew that the cottage was attacked unexpectedly.

He has no power to restrain the chicken, and the only thing he can do now is to minimize his sense of existence, so as not to be targeted by this terrifying and ruthless attacker.

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar in the darkness.

"Ah~ I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

It was the voice of Iron Claw Wolf, the leader of the cottage.

"Come out! Come out for me!"

"Don't hide if you have the ability! Come out and fight me Tangtang if you have the ability!"

The voice was full of anger, more of helplessness.

"Hehehehe~~~ That's fine, I'll let you understand."

There was a cold laughter in the darkness, and the sound appeared near the sheepfold, which made Rosen's scalp explode in shock!
"Iron Claw Wolf Wald, a wanted criminal, Baron Morey offered a reward of 10 gold crowns for your head, now you understand?"

"It's you! Are you that cursed magician?!" Iron Claw Wolf's voice was full of surprise.

"Ha~ It's rare that you still remember my voice."

"Hmph~ The high-ranking cursed magician has actually acted as a bounty hunter. It seems that you don't have a big reputation."

Surprised, the bandit leader's voice calmed down.

"Whether it is famous or not, you will know soon."

It was quiet outside the sheepfold, except for the whistling wind and snow, no movement could be heard.

The suffocating silence lasted for a full 10 minutes. To Rosen, these 10 minutes seemed as long as a century.

"Humph!"

A painful muffled groan sounded directly near the sheepfold.

Rosen's heart trembled, his body curled up even tighter, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart: "You want to fight outside the stockade, what are you doing here?"

"Die!"

A thunderous explosion suddenly exploded near the sheepfold, followed by a shrill howl of wind, rushing towards the sheepfold from far and near.

'Wow~'

The wooden walls of the sheepfold were smashed and sawdust flying.

'puff! '

In the next moment, Rosen felt something stuck heavily on the muddy ground on his back, and the splashed mud hit his back, causing a heartache.

Subconsciously, I reached out and touched it. It was cold to the touch, and it turned out to be a thick iron machete.

In the blink of an eye, Rosen figured out many things.

'This knife is aimed at me!There is a high probability that they mistook me for a cursed magician who was sneak attacking! '

'The magician hid near the sheepfold, but didn't kill me, probably not because he didn't find me, but because he used me as a bait to confuse his opponent's perception! '

In other words, he has been wandering around the gate of hell just now!

Thinking of it this way, his heart suddenly became cold.

Immediately afterwards, a dim dark red light ball flew out from a remote corner next to the sheep pen, and hit the figure outside the sheep pen.

No, not just one light sphere, but 2, no, 3!
'drop!drop!drop! '

Accompanied by the strange whistle-like sound, three balls of light drew a smooth curve in the night and hit the figure one after another.

'Bang bang bang! '

The explosion sounded like a large firecracker almost at the same time.

"Ah~~~~"

There were screams of pain from outside the sheepfold.

And with the screams, the previously extinguished torch was lit up again, and the flickering flame slightly dispelled the darkness of the snowy night.

Rosen raised his head slightly, looking out through the hole in the plank.

He saw that the bandit leader Iron Claw Wolf was lying on the snow less than 10 meters away from the sheepfold, moaning and wriggling in pain.

Both of his arms were broken at the root, and his left leg was empty below the knee, and the snow around him was covered in a large black patch, full of blood sprayed from the wound.

On the other side of the sheepfold, in a remote corner less than 5 meters away from Rosen, a man of medium height walked out.

This man was wearing a half-worn pointed hat with a wide brim and a thick gray cloth cloak covered in snowflakes, and he was leaning on a long wooden staff.

This is almost exactly the same as the image of the magician in Rosen's imagination.

The man took a few steps forward and stopped 5 meters away from the bandit leader, his face illuminated by the flames.

Rosen squinted his eyes and found that the magician looked about in his early forties. He was very thin, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and his forehead was covered with thin lines, which looked very vicissitudes.

But the man's eyes were gray, with a penetrating light shining in the dark night. Just one glance, Rosen felt chills in his heart, feeling like he was being stared at by a ferocious beast.

Several thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.

'This magician is definitely a master who regards human life as nothing. '

'Magic is so powerful that it can destroy a village by itself. If I want to live like a human being, there is a high probability that I will be a magician! '

At this time, the magician spoke.

"Wald, you have two ways to go now. First, tell me where the treasure is hidden in the stockade, and I will let you die quickly. Second, I will spend three days prying your mouth open bit by bit. .”

"Despicable! Shameless! Bastard!"

"I won't say anything!"

"Don't even try to take a copper from me!"

Iron Claw Wolf Wald roared with all his strength, but his voice was too weak to deter him.

The magician shrugged: "That's a pity. I heard that your son just died yesterday and was buried in the cemetery over there, right?"

While speaking, he turned his head to look at the cemetery at the corner of the village.

After a few seconds of silence, a dark green ball of light appeared out of nowhere in the air beside him, like a ball of will-o'-the-wisp, drifting unsteadily towards the cemetery, sinking into the damp soil.

The suffocating silence lasted for about 10 more seconds.

'puff! '

In the wet mud, a pale, black mud-stained hand stretched out, then two, and then, these hands pulled left and right vigorously, digging out a hole in the mud.

Immediately afterwards, a young man sat up from the mud puddle.

The young man was wearing an animal skin coat soaked in mud and water. On his blue skin were spider web-like bloodstains, his pupils were white, and his head was covered with mud and snow. His appearance was that of a corpse, but his movements were no different from those of a living person.

He clutched his neck tightly with both hands, and a painful whimper was squeezed out of his throat.

"Father~Father~I am in so much pain~I am in so much pain~help me~~help me~~"

The voice was hollow and ethereal, like an echo floating in hell.

Looking at all this, Rosen felt his hairs explode.

Although he had seen similar 'living corpses' on various media in his previous life, they were all imaginations. When all this happened in front of his eyes, he felt a strong psychological shock.

This is really exciting!
Subconsciously, he was highly concentrated, his eyes widened, and he watched all this without blinking.

At this moment, Rosen heard a 'click' sound in his mind, similar to the sound of taking a photo, and at the same time, a flow of information flashed in his mind.

'Adventure log screenshot is successful, and the screenshot is automatically stored on the desktop. '

With a move in his heart, he immediately summoned the table.

Sure enough, there was a new picture on the desktop. The content of the picture happened to be the scene of the living corpse crawling out of the mud. The quality of the picture was exceptionally high, and every detail was clearly visible.

Luo Sen was slightly happy: "I can still take screenshots, then at least I can be an excellent realist painter."

Before I had time to look further, the magician's voice came again.

"Wald, although your son is dead, his soul is still alive. I can make him get up and suffer all the tortures in the world again!"

"No! No~~~~~"

Wald collapsed instantly and shouted: "I say! I say! You let him go, let him go! Let him rest in peace! I beg you!"

The magician sighed softly, with a hint of disappointment on his face: "Have you succumbed so quickly? I thought it was a tough one."

Following his words, the 'corpse' in the cemetery lost its vitality and lay back in the cemetery again.

He walked up to Iron Claw Wolf: "Speak."

Iron Claw Wolf murmured a few words and revealed the location of the hidden treasure.

After listening, the magician turned his head and glanced at the sheepfold. The iron machete stuck in the sheepfold flew up, flew over a distance of more than ten meters, and slashed on the neck of the iron claw wolf.

'Pfft~'

Iron Claw Wolf Wald was decapitated.

The magician picked up Wald's head, wrapped it with a cloth, turned his head and glanced at the sheepfold, smiled faintly, turned and walked deep into the cottage.

Rosen watched the magician leave, knowing that the other party was probably looking for the treasure chest.

He was fighting fiercely in his heart.

"This is a magician, and his methods are quite powerful. Shall I go out and give it a try, ask a teacher or something?"

"But he is a ruthless person, and he will kill people at every turn. Judging by his appearance, he is not a tolerant person. If he doesn't want to accept apprentices, I will forcefully join him, I'm afraid."

"The bandits in the village seem to be dead. There are so many beasts and poisonous insects in the forest, and I don't know the way out of the mountain. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive here alone."

"It doesn't matter, if you die sooner or later, you will die anyway, so it's better to fight!"

After a violent psychological struggle, Rosen gritted his teeth, got out of the haystack, stepped out of the sheepfold, and shouted at the magician's back: "Sir, do you need an apprentice?"

The magician kept walking and didn't speak, but he didn't do anything to Rosen either, just pretending that he didn't exist.

Such a reaction gave Rosen a glimmer of hope.

When negotiating business, as long as the client does not directly reject you, then you still have a chance, because the other party is most likely waiting for you to show your core chips.

What is his bargaining chip now?
Yes, he can draw and it's 'amazing'.

He immediately shouted: "Sir, I am hardworking and willing to do anything, and I can paint, very well."

The magician seemed to be moved, stopped in his tracks, and turned his head halfway to look at Rosen: "I killed two of your companions, don't you hate me?"

"That's not my companion, I was forced to stay with them."

"I can manipulate corpses, release curses, and control poisonous insects. I'm a full-fledged evil mage. Aren't you afraid?"

"But you didn't kill me, did you?"

"Heh~~~ Interesting. Okay, I just need an assistant to carry the bag."

After speaking, he threw the cloth bag with his head to Rosen's side: "This dirty thing can be exchanged for money, you hold it for me."

Luo Sen breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately ran towards the cloth bag. The moment he held the cloth bag in his hands, he could clearly feel the soft and warm touch of the human head with his fingertips.

When he thought that there was a real head inside, and the owner of this head was an acquaintance, his heart beat violently uncontrollably.

'I didn't expect that I would pick up a dead man's head with my own hands. '

This incident had a great psychological impact on him, and there was a 'click' in his mind, and another screenshot appeared on the desktop, which was the picture of him holding his head in his hands.

Fortunately, Luo Sen has a wealth of experience and his mind is far stronger than that of ordinary teenagers. After a while, he returned to normal.

With a strong hand, he swung the cloth bag onto his back, and followed the magician's footsteps with great strides.

(End of this chapter)