Every fallen Wizard has experienced a desperate struggle.
Nikita vaguely remembered the first time she tore open a Wizard's throat.
At that time, she was wandering at the end of the Nile River. The scorching sun baked the earth, and the sand under her feet was like a swamp, trying to suck her into the depths of darkness.
A Young Wizard had been trailing her for more than a month. Hunters always have endless patience with their prey. He just watched her stagger and trudge through the desert from a distance.
She hadn't eaten anything for a week.
Demon blood had completely transformed her, from body to mind. Wizard, or rather, human food, would be violently vomited out after being eaten. Only blood could be accepted by the demon's body.
The flesh and blood of animals could barely satisfy her hunger, but the more she ate, the stronger her hunger became. Every upright creature seemed like a moving candy, exuding an alluring and sweet scent.
She resisted this desire.
So she fled into the depths of the desert.
There was not a single soul here except for the ugly insects.
Except for the Wizard who was trailing her in the distance.
Lying face-up in the scorching sand, Nikita looked at the boundless blue sky, her eyes unfocused. The insects in the desert were exceptionally tough, with sulfuric acid-like fluids wrapped under their tough carapaces. These liquids burned her tender lips and stimulated her mouth and tongue. But what really made her scarred was the loud cursing of the Young Wizard.
She knew that this was a common trick used by hunters. Wizards who were eroded by demons would become very mentally fragile, and it was easy for them to go crazy under stimulation and take irrational actions. When she was studying at First University, she was also one of the best.
The Young Wizard was not far away.
Nikita turned her head and looked at him with slightly red eyes.
What a handsome young man. Her heart was in a daze. If she were still in the academy, such a young man would definitely blush and be at a loss if he received such attention from her. But now, this young man would only look at her warily, open his spell book, and be ready to throw a Thunder Spell on her head at any time.
She can never go back.
She looked at the sky again and closed her eyes.
A short scream from the young man came from her ears, as well as the heavy crashing sound of his body falling to the ground.
Nikita struggled to sit up.
Beside the sand dune, an old man shrouded in a wide black robe was looking at her with scarlet eyes.
"Dead," the old man's voice was dry and hoarse, as if a cold wind was blowing through a dry forest. He raised the slender cane under his robe and pointed at the body crawling on the ground in front of him.
Nikita hesitated for a moment, then rolled over to the Young Wizard's side and touched his neck.
The pulse had indeed disappeared.
The old man lovingly touched her head, as if stroking a puppy. He raised the iron-like cane in his hand and pierced the dead Wizard's neck.
Blood flowed softly from the black hole, exuding an alluring fragrance.
Just like the black bread she received from the old Trickster when she was a child.
Nikita lowered her head and began to suck.
Then, she sobbed, tore open his throat, and drank heartily.
From then on, she had a new teacher. He was a staff member of the Lich King. The old man asked her to call himself Sir Ulrich.
Sir Ulrich took her out of the Sahara and back to the Lich King's territory.
Days passed, and Nikita seemed to be familiar with the Lich's life. However, in the eyes of other demons, she became Sir Ulrich's shame.
Because she only ate the corpses of Wizards.
"Take your time, don't rush, everyone is like this at the beginning," the old Sir always comforted her like this.
Until Zhou Zhou came to the Lich King's territory. Facing the malicious demon companions, Nikita found that she still could not face the death of Wizards directly.
So she ran away again with the little witch.
Now, on the Mist, there was finally nowhere to escape, and Nikita suddenly felt a sense of relief in her heart.
Perhaps this was Sir Ulrich's original intention.
Demons who have fallen into darkness can only survive if they sink deeper.
The memory was only a brief moment.
But it was as unforgettable as eternity.
Nikita crawled at the captain's feet, expressionless, her red eyes crystal clear in the darkness.
"Please let me stay on the ship."
The captain of the Mist sat silently behind the table, with the wooden plate that had previously contained 'memory' in front of him. In the plate was the little witch's brain, like a luscious peach, with pink juice smeared on the snow-white flesh.
The captain's dark thorn quickly stirred the wrinkles on the brain, and wisps of blue Mist burrowed into his nostrils like winding snakes.
For a long time.
This bright peach gradually lost its luster, revealing its gray-green essence.
"Although you have offered sacrifices and boarded my ship, it does not mean that you can stay on the ship," the captain's gentle voice slowly sounded: "So you need to give me a good reason."
Nikita was silent for a few seconds.
"I want to live well!" she said through gritted teeth.
"Ho!" The corners of the captain's mouth raised, and he looked at the witch in front of him with interest, his dark red eyes flashing with inexplicable light: "This reason is good, but it's not enough."
"I can sneak into First University's flight," Nikita said exceptionally calmly.
This was the secret between her and the boy with emerald green eyes. When she exposed this secret, she no longer had any connection with her past self.
Indeed, there was no connection.
The Nikita of the past had just died, and now standing here was Nikita Zhou.
The captain played with the dark thorn in his hand and looked out the window in a daze.
The afterglow of the setting sun painted a layer of tempting jam on the sea, and the dark blue sky was like a huge tablecloth covering this huge cake.
Many interesting details flowed from the little witch's memory just now.
In the depths of the distant Silent Forest, a new bud has sprouted from the black hole-like prison. This is a very important matter. But First University only added a dean to guard Black Prison.
In the captain's impression, when the old tree bloomed, First University would at least arrange a Vice-Principal-level Great Wizard to guard it.
This meant that First University had undergone some changes that interested him very much.
The captain raised his head, looked at Nikita gently, and said: "Since you can enter that flight, then go in."
Nikita nodded slowly.
"If there's nothing else, go up and help. Tell them we're going north."
Nikita didn't leave immediately.
The captain looked at her quietly.
"I want her," Nikita stared at the withered peach in the wooden plate on the table.
This was the last relic of the little witch Zhou Zhou left in this world.
"That's a strange request," the captain shook his head and agreed.
Nikita held the withered brain, lowered her head obediently, and quickly left this dark world.