My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1142

Nash squinted his eyes and asked, “You mean that Mr. Herera and Mr. Anders were bewitched?”

Johnathan had once spoken of the ancient Warlock Clan to Nash.

In ancient times, some people practiced the Path and some practiced

witchcraft.

Anyone could be a Path practitioner by will while witchcraft practitioners needed the blood of the Warlock Clan.

In fact, most of them had Warlock Clan blood in their bodies.

However, nine out of ten times, the blood had been diluted and

contaminated.

Only the ones with the purest warlock blood could practice witchcraft

and become a true warlock.

The ancient witchcraft culture had a long history and could be ed

back to the beginning of time.

To this day, warlocks still existed in some remote mountainous

areas. Most of them were engaged in folk arts such as perform

magic tricks and tarot reading.

These were just the lowest level of witchcraft successors of the clan.

Most of them became swindlers after just learning a few superficial

techniques.

could refine their body

their skills could even control the weather while

warlock tombs would never hurt them, so I suspect that this tomb is probably

a little excited on

inexplicably. Johnathan had fought with a great warlock 300 years ago, and it seemed that they had

draw.

sure how strong his master was 300 years ago,

tomb of a figure who was comparable to a Profound Oriental Realm

deep breath. “I’ll go over this afternoon to have a

to come

very excited just now. If he could come over,

him to the grave with

here in Motadine is not bad either. It should be

became more and more

and entered the tomb

Medicine.

not hide the excitement

Refiner brought to him.

pre-Renaissance Energy Refiner,

Refiner?” Nash’s

time for

from the other end of the

in a deep voice, “I have to

please go to Xanthalos as

and Mr.

up the phone.

the period before the establishment of the Renaissance, and pre-Renaissance Energy Refiner referred to those

found another immortal tomb.

Bradley worked for

tomb would

National Martial Bureau.

Who are

villa They looked haggard, and their eyes were red. It was obvious they had