Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

The old wizard sat down slowly, and his slightly tired body seemed to be relieved for a moment the moment he sat down.

He skillfully took out a leather bag from the space ring. The leather bag looked quite old, with mottled marks on the surface, as if telling the many stories it had experienced with the old wizard.

The old wizard opened the leather bag and began to drink water. In an instant, a strong smell of magic potion filled the air. The smell of magic potion was very unique, strong but not pungent, but had a magical power that made people feel relaxed and happy.

The strong smell of this potion is enough to indicate that this potion has a certain medicinal effect, perhaps it can enhance magic power, or perhaps it can restore physical strength.

In this place, the hot climate is like an invisible enemy, constantly consuming people's energy. Facing such a hot environment, the old wizard's body and mind are being tested, so he needs to use drugs to refresh himself in order to maintain a clear mind and enough energy to deal with various situations that may arise.

Kashin began to prepare his disguise at this moment. He first carefully took off the leather armor, then he picked up the primitive tribe's leather skirt and slowly put it on.

The texture of the leather skirt was a bit rough, and it rubbed his skin, making him feel a little uncomfortable. Without the constant temperature array of leather armor, this primitive tribal clothing made Kashin feel hot and sweaty, sticky and uncomfortable...

Then, he put his previous equipment neatly into the space bag, and every movement seemed orderly.

Afterwards, he picked up a stone axe, a bamboo bow and a boomerang, and inserted these props into his belt one by one. This series of actions was completed neatly.

The old wizard looked at Kashin's outfit and laughed out loud, "Hahaha, what a good boy. Look at your muscles, full of strength, really enviable. The muscles are clearly defined, and every muscle seems to contain endless vitality, and the breath of life is very vigorous. This is the prime of youth.

You look like a savage from a primitive tribe. But unfortunately, there are still flaws."

At this point, the old wizard's eyes became sharp, and he pointed at Kashin's hair:

"That's because your hairstyle is too neat. Think about it, people in primitive tribes don't have hair as neatly styled as yours. It would be better if they just let their hair down.

The neat short hair that Kashin had trimmed on the Magic Island was usually combed meticulously. Kashin was as particular about his hair as the other magicians. His hairstyle was out of place in this disguise and could be easily seen through.

After hearing the old wizard's words, Kashin subconsciously touched his hair, and when he touched it, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew that in such a dangerous mission, such a small negligence could often be fatal. But he was helpless because he knew almost nothing about the mission and had no time to prepare.

What should he do in this situation? His eyes revealed a trace of panic and helplessness, like a deer lost in the vast forest.

Seeing Kashin's appearance, the old wizard couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's okay, kid. Once you are discovered, run away quickly. Don't hesitate. You can only take a gamble. Sometimes, in such a situation full of unknowns, making a decisive decision is more important than anything else. Although it is dangerous to do so, there is no better way."

Kashin nodded helplessly, he knew that this was the only way now.

He looked at his skin. Fortunately, his skin color was already bronze, which was the result of long-term exposure to the sun during his previous adventures and experiences.

This bronze color is darker than that of those people in the city who live a life of luxury and rarely experience the sun and rain. From this point of view, it is very similar to those primitive tribesmen who work outdoors all day and are exposed to the sun and rain.

However, Kashin had no idea whether he could successfully disguise himself with just the color of his skin. He could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that he would not be easily discovered.

The old wizard lazily leaned against a tree trunk, squinting his eyes, and said weakly: "You are now my follower, a warrior from the Yasen tribe, named Mandou. This is your new identity, you must remember it well."

His voice carried a kind of fatigue and indifference that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life, as if he had seen through everything in front of him and was just acting according to the established plan.

"My new identity, junior, remember it! I won't ask who you are, senior, but you are definitely not from Vita, right?"

As Kashin spoke, he slowly poured water over his entire body from the water bag he was carrying. The cool water flowed down his skin, bringing a brief sense of coolness and also cheering him up a little.

There was curiosity in his eyes, and he wanted to explore the origin of the old wizard. There seemed to be an unknown story behind everyone, and Kashin knew this very well, and the old wizard in front of him was full of mystery.

After hearing what Kashin said, the old wizard sat up straighter, his eyes revealing a hint of anticipation for the future.

He slowly said, "My child, to be honest, I am doing this because of a deal. After completing this task, I can go to Vita to retire. As you know, my great-grandson is a magic apprentice. He can also join Vita and will be carefully trained until he becomes a talent. This is a very important opportunity for me."

The old wizard's words are mixed with love for his family and yearning for Vita. His life may be full of ups and downs. Now what he pursues is nothing more than the growth of his family and a place to settle down in his old age.

After listening to the old wizard's explanation, Kashin understood. In Kashin's opinion, such conditions did not seem to be very attractive. For him, it might be something that could be done with just a little effort.

However, he also knew clearly that this meant a lot to many magicians. For magicians from various empires, it was hard to say. This was definitely an extremely tempting condition.

After all, Wit Tower has a very high status in the magical world, with rich magical resources, top magic instructors and advanced magic research equipment.

Being able to enter the Witte Tower means having more opportunities to access advanced magical knowledge, improve one's own strength, and change one's own and even one's family's destiny.

Those who can be invited to the Magic Island are definitely elites from all over the world.

They are like the brightest stars in the night sky, emitting dazzling light in their respective fields. These people at least have unique insights or outstanding abilities in a certain field, and are the talents valued by Magic Island.

Among the numerous magicians, the vast majority do not have such qualifications. They may have spent their entire lives working hard to improve their magic power a little bit, but have never had the opportunity to touch the true core of magic.

The dying old wizard was fully aware of his situation. His life was like a candle that was about to burn out, and there was not much time left.

In this magical world where strength and contribution are respected, if he does not make great achievements, he obviously cannot go to the holy land of his dreams - the Magic Island.

That was his last hope and the only way for him to seek well-being for future generations. He could only rely on his remaining strength in his twilight years to complete this risky task and fight for a better future for himself and his family.