A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Santos glanced back at the stormy sky.

"The purpose of releasing such a big mud clone is to separate the two of us?"

"You have something you want to tell me, Jose?"

However, no one responded to him, only the wind passed by noisily.

Santos waited for a while and saw that no one showed up, so he shook his head regretfully.

"It's a pity, I still want to hear what you have to say."

Immediately, he turned around with an excited smile on his face.

The dilapidated manor was now covered with green plants. The decaying and collapsed buildings were in disrepair and leaning crookedly on the ground. The ivy on the gate was swaying in the strong wind.

The marble fountain has been covered with moss, and only a strip of stone bricks, almost submerged in the tall grass, can be seen.

After Santos looked around, he slowly walked forward.

His body was bathed in rainwater, which ran down the cloak of his Ulster coat.

"So Buster, where are you?"

Santos walked towards a building that was still intact. It was a two-story stone building with complex red brick decoration on the outside, but the patterns on it had almost fallen off.

Santos pushed the door open, but to his surprise, it was also covered with countless messy moss, and there were vine stems growing horizontally on the floor and walls.

He frowned and thought for a moment, then looked at more details.

Cards and wine bottles were scattered on the table, looking as if someone had been here just now.

But...no, it's just a resemblance.

Santos walked to the table, leaned down and picked up a bottle of wine. A small, inconspicuous vine was pulled off the bottle.

It was a brand new bottle of whiskey, unopened.

If you look closely, you can see that the small text on the label is blurry, as if it is just a blur of ink.

Santos took a sip without hesitation. The taste was refreshing, like whiskey, but slightly different.

He then picked up the card box next to him. Although there were many cards scattered on the table, the card box was obviously new, and the opening was still sealed with a intact sticker.

Santos turned the card box over and found that there was also an unexpected little dot on the back of the card box, where it was connected to the thin vines.

And the whiskey bottle is not glass, just like... Santos buttoned the bottle, put down the whiskey and stood up.

"A farmer, right?"

He looked left and right, walked to the wall, stretched out his fingers and clasped the button. The outermost stone-like thing was easily clasped off, revealing the plant tissue inside that was leaking juice like a melon or fruit.

really……

This manor, along with everything in it, was some kind of fruit grown by Buster, and it was all a cover to distract them.

Santos stood up and sighed.

"I didn't expect that I would be let go by two people in one day..."

But at this moment, the manor also made a deafening rumble, shaking like an earthquake, as if it suddenly came to life.

Santos turned his head and was slightly surprised: "Do you still have a backup plan?"

As if to verify his words, the walls, beams, pillars, and everything in the manor opened their mouths, and one rattan after another was pulled away from them, attacking him like a wriggling living creature. Come.

"It's a trap, that's it." Santos casually kicked away a grinning chair that was swinging towards him, avoided the outstretched rattan and pushed the door open.

However, outside the door, more strange plants are waiting here, like a game scene of Plants vs. Zombies.

"Since the trap is set here, it means that your real hiding place must not be far away..." Santos raised his head, and then raised his hand gently.

In the palm of his hand, a strange black symbol emerged. It was an equilateral triangle with an emotionless, open eye in the middle.

And this eye seemed to come alive at this moment, turning around in Santos's hand, and finally looked in one direction, staring intently.

Santos smiled.

"Found it." He snapped his fingers, and at the same time, several sheepskin notebooks hung from the void and floated gently in front of him.

"So, action."

……

The piercing wind intertwined into a web and quickly formed a huge cyclone in front of Christine, lying in front of her like a shield.

The mud shot out from the golem's mouth was deflected by the cyclone, deviated from its original trajectory, swept away from both sides of Christine's body, was blown away by the wind, and fell back to the ground following the rain.

However, the latter was still startled and controlled the storm to drag himself a little higher.

The thick-skinned and durable golem can be hit countless times by him, but as a magician with high attack and low defense, if Christine is accidentally knocked down by a piece of mud, she will only be hit by this one dozens of meters away. The tall golem was trampled to pieces.

Seeing that the first round of mud bomb spraying had no effect, the golem's body began to squirm again, its feet and body fused together, and its body gradually lost its human shape and instead turned into an abrupt and huge ball of mud.

Kristine once again felt something bad. The strong wind gathering around her strengthened again, and her speed suddenly increased.

Six long tubes protruded from the golem's mouth, and then the tubes began to spin strangely.

"Thumbs up..."

More mud bombs flew again, but what was different from the last time was that this time the mud bombs had an astonishing improvement in accuracy and power. It was like a dense line of fire fired by a string of anti-aircraft guns, drawing a line in the sky. A long line made of mud dots.

Christine quickly spun in the air, flying flexibly to dodge.

And the firepower of the mud bomb was dragged behind her. Kristen noticed that this thing could actually explode. The air contained in it would expand when the mud bomb flew to the highest point, causing the mud ball to explode, and the outer layer of mud would explode. Splashing out in all directions.

Christine increased her speed, and the air flow whizzed past her ears, pushing the mud bombs behind her far away.

No... we can't waste any more time with it.

Christine gritted her teeth, and after dodging the last mud bomb, she spun around and plunged into the tall cumulonimbus clouds.

The golem on the ground lost its target for an instant. The rotating mud tube stopped, and its small, hollow-like eye shot out light, searching everywhere under the sky covered with black clouds.

The world fell into an eerie silence for a moment. In this world framed by diffuse stagnant water and thick black clouds, only the wind was noisy and the trees were swaying.

However, the Golem has no interest in any of this. The small piece of soul assigned to it by the "Potter" only stores one thing, and that is the power to combine all the characteristics except "Director" and "Farmer". Completely wiped out.

The mud balls that had just been shot into the sky fell down one after another, mixing with the storm, like a mud rain, falling down.

The golem looked for it in confusion. The wizard who was fighting with him just now did not know where he had gone. He only remembered that she plunged into the clouds...did she run away?

wrong……

It looked up at the sky and suddenly found that the dark clouds were closer.

Then it got closer, and like a carpet, it occupied the entire sky from the top of its head to the end of its field of vision. Layers of dense clouds were slowly covering it and visible to the naked eye.

It was like the entire gloomy sky was falling.