Chapter 45

"In that case, these natives should be the real enemies of this trial."

Thinking of this, Jie Ming raised his vigilance.

No longer relying on the Talisman Seal Wizarding Tool for high-speed flight, but paying more attention to concealment, acting entirely on his legs.

Finally, on the way to go deep into a valley, Jie Ming witnessed them from afar.

It was a team of about twenty people, wearing rough animal skins and tree bark.

Each of them moved agilely and was hunting a wild boar-like magic beast the size of a minivan.

Jie Ming floated silently into the canopy, hid his body, and observed these people from afar.

"Interesting... not savages?"

Jie Ming soon discovered the wrong place; although the appearance was very similar to primitive society, the weapons in the hands of these natives were genuine metal products.

Judging from the other party's communication, they have a very sound and complete language and can release some spell styles that he considers relatively simple.

For example, short-term speed increase, simple earth wall defense, or poison arrows with paralyzing effects.

However, what these people use most is a special power similar to being able to strengthen the body.

Under the blessing of this special power, they can erupt with several times the physical fitness and speed in an instant.

"What is this? Knight?"

Besides that, Jie Ming also found some very exquisite small ornaments on these people—primitive civilization would not have this kind of thing.

He saw how they cleverly forced the tusk wild boar into a dead end, how they used throwing spears for consumption, and finally worked together to hunt it down.

After the hunt was completed, they even knew how to divide the work; some were on alert, some were cleaning the scene, and some were responsible for carrying.

The eyes of these natives carried a kind of vigilance and hostility toward the outside world.

In the process of carrying the prey, several natives would scan the surroundings from time to time, their eyes alert and full of caution, as if they were guarding against something.

Following secretly all the way, Jie Ming soon came to the place where they lived.

It was a quite large cave with quite good concealment.

Unexpectedly, the number of people was small; counting the few hunters who were hunting, there were less than 100 people in the whole cave.

This number... can only be said that this place barely counts as a small gathering point.

But Jie Ming's harvest was not small, because he found that there were two natives wearing heavy armor inside the cave, and there was even a slight energy fluctuation overflowing from the weapons of these two people.

Although other relatively weak residents around were also wrapped in animal skins and leaves, they were also using metal items to work or collect food.

There were even some newly fired pottery jars placed outside the cave.

"This is... the original civilization was broken, and only survivors are struggling to survive in the wilderness?"

Jie Ming understood in his heart.

But these people had no value to him for the time being, and the energy application method was too superficial; he scanned the other party's energy running path with Analysis from afar and understood most of it.

"However, if there are natives with stronger strength, maybe their cultivation techniques have more value to me."

After observing from a distance for a while and ensuring that he was not discovered, Jie Ming left the valley silently.

Deep in the Greyrock Realm, in a hidden valley covered by twisted trees and huge stone pillars.

The campfire was burning cracklingly, and the firelight reflected on faces that had gone through many hardships.

Compared with the simple gathering point Jie Ming accidentally discovered before, this place was much larger and was a temporary camp secretly contacted and jointly built by survivors from several different "kingdoms."

In the council hall, the atmosphere was solemn and oppressive.

It is called a council hall, but it is actually just a huge tent.

Several warriors with firm faces and simple half-body armor sat together, their powerful bodies emitting violent power.

On the other side were some shamans and priests with introverted breath, holding bone staves or scepters.

These people sat around the fire, and their faces were not very good.

They represent survivors of different kingdoms destroyed in the Greyrock Realm, united at this moment for common hatred and revenge.

They were once the true masters of this land of the Greyrock Realm, ancient kingdoms, brilliant civilizations, generations of guarded beliefs... until that group of outsiders calling themselves "wizards" descended.

It was a nightmare catastrophe.

Wizards possess incredible power, controlling elements and distorting space.

Their kingdoms were destroyed, their homes were burned, and countless compatriots turned into dust under those cold and powerful spells.

The survivors were forced to hide in the most secret corners of the Greyrock Realm, living like wild beasts, lingering on, just to continue the bloodline of the kingdom and wait for the opportunity of revenge.

And this time, the large-scale entry of Nuolun Academy apprentices into the Greyrock Realm undoubtedly ignited the hatred and vigilance in their hearts again.

"They are here again!"

"Like bugs crawling in!"

"Those guys are getting closer and closer, they will definitely find our existence in the end!"

"Everyone, our scouts have confirmed that the outsiders who entered the Greyrock Realm this time are all 'cubs' who have not yet grown up." A knight commander with a hideous scar on his face said in a deep voice.

His voice carried a hoarse sound like metal friction, which was the trace left by long-term hiding and fighting: "Their power is not weak, but far inferior to those wizards who slaughtered our kingdoms!"

"This is an opportunity!" Another shaman leader gripped his bone staff tightly, his voice carrying the flame of hatred, "Our ancestors told us that when the foreign enemy foolishly steps into our land again, it is time for us to wash away our shame!"

"But these wizards have strange means, we cannot underestimate the enemy." A female knight frowned and reminded, "According to information brought by others, these guys have a special movement ability, and once they encounter danger, they will disappear... it is difficult for us to completely clear them."

"They use space-type abilities..."

A voice attracted everyone's attention. Turning around, a priest who looked a bit embarrassed took out a delicately constructed ring from his arms:

"Those guys call themselves wizard apprentices, this is something I obtained from an arrogant wizard apprentice. They rely on this to be able to escape from our world at will when they encounter danger."

"Space-type ability..."

Hearing the priest's explanation, the others looked at each other, and a few people couldn't help but show frustrated expressions on their faces.

In their world, space-type abilities are the exclusive property of gods.

However, those gods who once held up the kingdom of God and sat in the starry sky disappeared in the first round of cleaning by those monsters named wizards long ago.