Andrina led Thorne down the path leading to the bottom of the valley, and fell into a group of laughing and chatting wizards.

Thorne, who was drowned in the wizarding group, found that in the not-so-wide wizarding gathering, spellcasters from all over the world gathered, their wizard robes merged into a colorful ocean, and the noisy conversation was deafening.

Here are gathered men and women of all shapes, ages, body types, and even some eccentrics whose genders are difficult to distinguish.

While the traditional black wide-sleeved wizard's robes are popular around the world, most wizards prefer to wear more exotic and colorful clothing.

Even someone like Thorne who once lived in the real world of the information explosion and saw countless clothing styles would be stunned when they saw these quirky wizards dressed up.

At the same time, it made him understand why such a concept is popular throughout the continent:

All spellcasters who control Arcane have different degrees of brain problems.

Well, at least these fancy clothes just prove that this view has some validity.

As for their personalities?

let us wait and see!

All kinds of peculiar hats and accessories flooded into Thorne's sight, dazzling, and even a lot of clothing that constantly changed its shape like a liquid.

A witch wrapped her body in a giant feathered snake that kept moving slowly over her soft body.

Another man nearby appeared to be completely covered in throbbing flames, while the wizard he was talking to had wrapped himself in a phosphorescent miasma, covered with shimmering shimmers. , The dense and lush ferns make people feel a chill.

Beside Thorne and Andrina, an elf witch was wearing a loose robe, and every silk thread was strung with sparkling brilliant gems.

She was arguing with a bald dwarf in chain mail and a leather coat. Two small insectivorous lizards were crawling on the bald dwarf with their tongues out, so that the sorceress beside him was frightened. Get on the other side of him.

Fragments of their conversation crept into Thorne's ears:

"She didn't notice me at first, and when she found out, she spat at me like a female cat and insulted my dead mother. I ran away, and she yelled behind my back. Yelling, saying that sooner or later I'll be caught and mandrakes will grow in my ass."

"Deserved! I'm not going to intercede for you, who made you accidentally burn her castle. You just wait for the mandrakes to grow in your ass, it must be a very interesting thing. Just no Know if it will bear mandela fruit, you must tell when the time comes."

"Young lady, you are as sharp as she is, like a wasp. If the young lady will condescend to intercede for me, I will offer these potions, plus a little ancestral rune. Will the young lady accept it, or Do you want to tell me, the hillbilly, to get out of his ass?"

Suddenly, other voices poured in, obscuring the previous interlocutor: "Oh, old friend, you haven't changed at all, whenever you put on a wise and meaningful look, everything you say is nonsense. You can't be normal. speak?"

"Ah, if that makes you happy, I'd love to. I've come here with great difficulty, hiding all the way, in order to escape from the terrible monster who wanted to kill me. But the escape was actually a In vain, it found me. So, old friend, for the sake of our old friendship, help me, please."

"Aha, I get it, remember our last cooperation? I almost killed the two-headed monster. But you, you said that this monster is an endangered species and quarreled with me, and finally let the monster escape. .

Now you say that you count on my help, that there are terrible monsters after you. What are you afraid of, old friend? If it catches you, tell it you like monsters, say you've been protecting them, and make sure none of the **** witchers disturb their peace, okay? "

Seriously, if that monster rips you open and eats you, it's really ungrateful. "

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Thorne and Andrina walked slowly through the crowd.

She seemed to know where she was going, and Thorne had to follow her closely.

Then the two passed through a wizard trying to balance a bottle of red and black ink on his big nose. As he did so, he told the onlookers that he did not use any magic, but simply used his balance.

Just before the bottle overturned, Andrina held back her smile and turned her eyes away, but she couldn't help but look back at the unfortunate hapless bastard.

"Where are we going?" Thorne asked Anderina from the witch on the right who was kissing the little frog and said that she would become a prince, and then was about to reach out to cast a spell.

"It's not far ahead." Andrina pointed to the endless crowd, and said with a smile, "How about this, isn't this wizarding gathering particularly interesting. But you must remember, don't laugh out loud. Don't stare at it for too long, otherwise it's easy to cause trouble."

"I see, this is your fifth reminder." Thorne glanced at her helplessly.

Then he tightened the sorceress's hand and tried to focus his attention on her, ignoring the conversation.

The crowd was filled with interesting conversations, wacky music, screeching hums and pops.

The wizards made all sorts of nasty gestures to attract the people they were talking to, with colorful smoke and all sorts of glittering orbs moving obediently above their heads.

The birds summoned by the spell sang beautiful music, and some of them flapped their wings and danced elegantly in air ballet.

Thorne looked around, staring at the road in front of him, trying to see everything.

In wizarding gatherings, people stood in every corner talking, arguing, laughing, or bargaining, holding glass goblets and jugs of all shapes and sizes, or floating easily in mid-air at elbow heights. .

"Is it a rule that wizards can't fly, float or teleport?" Thorne found that all the wizards were standing there chatting, so he grabbed Andrina's hand.

"Yeah, otherwise it will be messed up." Andrina nodded with a smile.

Thorne's mind suddenly saw the sight of wizards flying all over the sky, and he suddenly wanted to understand the reason.

Just as he was stunned, three pink tentacles slipped out of a wizard's hood and appeared in front of him.

Thorne was forced to stop, and he found that the end of each tentacle had a pair of small glowing eyes, which were probing himself with a blink of an eye.

"Hahaha...cute half-elf."

In the wizard's unbridled laughter, Thorne resisted the urge to tear off the eyes of the three tentacles and walked with Andrina through a guy with long green hair and a beard.

The green-haired wizard was manipulating a palm-sized fireball in mid-air, trying to please the yawning witch beside him, staring greedily at the witch, like a male dog staring at a bitch.

Then came a bunch of ugly, shriveled old witches, with cold dark blue eyes and unpleasant black robes, guzzling bubbly beer and screaming there, the transparent glass The glass of beer never seemed to be finished.

"That was the first time I saw a baby with wings," said one of the old witches happily. "He was flying around the nursery, giggling, that naughty little rascal. Oh, the king's mouth. Zhang almost swallowed his crown."

Soon, Thorne and Andrina passed through the group of old witches and came to a small open area.

He immediately noticed the dust and smoke rising up here, as well as the craters and a large pool of blood on the ground, as if he was silently telling that a fatal spell accident might have been experienced here not long ago.

Obviously, it must have been some dead wizard spell overturned...

Thorne didn't care, and involuntarily began to listen to other people's conversations.

"Honey, I happened to hear that you have a jar of virgin menstrual blood that you use as a spellcasting material, is that so? I'm about to throw up thinking about this scene: a high wizard, bottle in hand, kneeling on the ground, focused Collect this precious liquid, or, from its source, collect it drop by drop?" The witch in the elegant purple robe raised her voice and shouted like a shrew.

The wizards who passed by looked sideways and looked at them with interest.

Even Thorne stopped involuntarily and listened with interest.

He found that the wizard who was talking to the witch had a long scarlet shawl and dark red skin that was darker than his hair. Regarding the words of his companions, he was smiling and retorted:

"Honey, your jokes are very witty. I've heard people mention you too, they say you confided your real age to someone in bed when you were drunk, that you confessed that the first time you slept with a man, The Netheril Empire is still seven small fishing villages."

The passing wizards booed, and some even covered their mouths exaggeratedly and bent down.

Thorne was pulled by Andrina through five beautiful and charming elf witches, who bowed their heads and gathered together, as if conspiring in a low voice.

One of them looked up suddenly alertly as Thorne passed by.

When she saw Thorne's appearance, she relaxed and smiled at him.

The remaining female elves also looked up, and then continued to discuss their plans.

Thorne, who was drifting away, vaguely heard the content of the conspiracy of these elves:

"Well, as long as you are willing to help me change the material and method of casting this spell, he won't notice anything at all. I mean any wizard can see through the name and function of this spell at a glance. So teach me Well, I won't tell anyone where I learned it. In return for the spell, I'll show you a little trick I've researched that not only makes men pass out, but also..."

Thorne and Andrina came to a lawn that was almost deserted, sat on the ground breathing fresh air, and complained:

"Is this a wizarding gathering? I think it's more like a wizarding madhouse. In our world, I think more than half of these people would be sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment."