During World War II.
Mortuaries generally like to embalm corpses with arsenic.
The smell of sand fruit shows that the black wizard has been to an ancient morgue with sand fruit trees nearby.
Based on Calder''s familiarity with New York, half an hour later, they came to the black neighborhood. The houses here are generally old and built around the 1950s.
As soon as you get off the bus.
A black schoolboy with a schoolbag on his back bent down to pick up the rotten sand fruit on the ground and held it in the palm of his hand.
Then, like being bewitched, he walked along the sand fruit falling on the ground, through the narrow lane between the two buildings, and finally stopped under a dead sand fruit tree.
Cole followed him.
Step into the alley.
If there is no evil power, like a secret cobweb, intertwined in every red brick and land.
The brightly colored candy tree fairyland is also like an illusion, overlapping with reality.
Calder grabbed the little boy by the shoulder and pulled him back from the false illusion. "Didn''t your mother teach you not to eat candy from the tree?"
Suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder behind him.
The little boy sat on the ground in fear and found that the sweet honey he held in his hand had turned into rotten and moldy sand fruit.
Throw it away.
Ran out of the alley without looking back.
Cole squatted down and picked up the black soil on the ground with his fingers.
From the seventh vision can not be turned off, and the keen perception of supernatural forces makes the evil forces submerged in the soil nowhere to hide.
A trap?
Sure enough, Calder''s every action was expected by the black wizard Billy.
Including finding illusionist max.
The bewitched little boy just now, no accident, should deliberately lead him and Calder into here.
Because of the scarcity of black magic itself, it is listed as a forbidden art and has been destroyed in a large area. Black wizards think that no one knows the evil power from hell better than they do.
However, for Cole, the dark magic trap in the backyard of the morgue is as funny as a cage for hunting birds.
Calder looked up at the abandoned morgue and didn''t respond.
This time.
A man in a black leather jacket followed them into the alley.
Tattoos with evil symbols on the neck and face.
Deep eye sockets and pale complexion are like decadent drug addicts.
"Good afternoon, two."
His expression was neurotic, his body bent forward slightly, then put one hand in the pocket of his jeans and said with a smile, "Wow, did I forget to introduce myself? Lamarck."
Finish introducing yourself.
The skin smiled and the meat didn''t laugh. He snapped his fingers and hurriedly stepped back three steps.
The black soil began to shake.
A dead man''s black arm suddenly stretched out of the ground and grabbed Cole''s ankle.
Calder''s face changed greatly. He ran towards the black wizard and shouted, "cole! Be careful!"
As a result, he ran three steps forward.
The ankle was tightly grasped by the dead man''s hand and couldn''t break free.
later.
One by one, the resurrected dead climbed out of the ground with gray pupils and a strong corpse smell. They staggered towards the two.
The existence of a peace agreement.
Calder promised the wizard Council that he would no longer kill wizards with the Viking sword given fire and steel power.
Now imprisoned in place by dark magic.
Even if she is not old or dead, the Witch Hunter''s body is still an ordinary human.
Roared and tried to break free, but more dead people grabbed their legs with their arms.
Not far away.
Lean against the wall.
Lamarck, the black wizard, looked directly into Cole''s eyes and laughed, "Wizard killer?! ha ha..."
Put up a middle finger, his voice trembled slightly because of excitement, bared his teeth and spittle.
"Falk! Fool! I''ll drain your blood like killing a pig!"
The voice fell.
The black wizard took out a yellow human skull from his pocket, raised his right hand, and the short spell sounded quickly.
Aware of the approaching evil spirit dead.
Calder struggled twice, perhaps worried that Cole would die, and his tone was quite anxious.
"Cole!"
Cole stood there with a cold look. "Calder, do you mind if I kill him?"
The bald man was stunned and understood Cole''s intention in an instant.
"Does he know the cause of Doran''s death?"
"See that skull? The evil power on it is the same as that in the apartment, the same way as the same person."
An old friend of many years was killed.
Even Calder, who has lived for 800 years and is used to seeing life and death leave, can''t suppress his anger.
This is the black wizard''s provocation to his red fruit!
Originally, Cole was going to try the power of trial secrets on him. However, considering the Dark Wizard alliance hiding in the dark, it would be very disadvantageous for him to expose his cards against the witch too early.
The simplest logic.
The enemy not only knows fear, but also runs away.
You don''t even need to go abroad.
In the wilderness of the west, it took him a hundred years to find a place to hide, and Cole couldn''t find her.
Pull the trigger of a just trial.
The bloody bullet shattered the skull, broke Lamarck''s fingers and penetrated his shoulder.
Pure destructive and destructive forces destroy the mixed earth elements.
The casting medium was destroyed.
Lamarck screamed and fell to the ground.
The corpse of the evil spirit out of control turned into dark dust and scattered on the ground.
After the imprisonment disappeared.
Calder moved his shoulders, walked quickly over, grabbed the black wizard and put him against the wall. "You killed Doran, why?"
Some neurotic wizards laughed and cried, covered their wounds and laughed, "Doran? Who is Doran? I''ve never seen such a person in my life."
Don''t talk nonsense to him.
The violent hook hit the chin, and the wizard turned his eyes and fainted.
Dealing with the black wizard, Calder turned to Cole, smiled and said, "so why didn''t you do it earlier."
Cole stood there, lowered his head, lit a cigarette and said, "that skull doesn''t belong to him. I thought the mastermind behind the scenes would jump out by himself.
and...
There are still a few friends who need to be dealt with. "
Calder looked around, frowning slightly.
Two black wizards, a man and a woman, ambushed in the morgue early stood at the window.
A crow jumped off the roof and transformed into a middle-aged gentleman with special clothes.
Two black wizards followed a graceful lady in a dark dress.
As soon as we meet.
With a cold face, the lady said in a French accent, "long time no see, Calder."
"What are you doing in New York, Agnes?"
"It has nothing to do with you. We''re here for him."
The lady looked at Cole, put her hands in front of her, and then said, "a murderer, I don''t think it''s worth letting you break our agreement, right?"