Chapter 48

Greyrock Realm, the once primitive and mysterious wilderness has now turned into a cruel hunting ground.

The organization and wisdom shown by the native coalition forces are far beyond the imagination of the Nuolun Academy apprentices.

They are not just scattered natives, but well-trained hunters; every trap, every ambush, points directly to the weaknesses of the apprentices.

"Damn! It's those natives!"

"Is there any recovery potion? My spiritual power is about to run out!"

"Damn! Why is the escape ring useless?!"

"Here... you can't escape from here at all!"

Similar desperate wails rose and fell in all parts of the Greyrock Realm.

Accompanied by the constant effectiveness of traps, the apprentices soon found themselves in a situation of being hunted.

Those native hunters lurking in the bushes, wearing camouflage animal skins, holding poison-coated bone spears and bows and arrows, were as silent as snakes.

They are well-versed in the terrain here, often using point cards or rare materials as bait, and launching surprise attacks when apprentices relax their vigilance.

Often just a round of unexpected poison arrow volleys can make these immature apprentices instantly fall into a paralyzed or sluggish state.

And the native warriors who rushed out, the reinforced power that erupted in their bodies, made them move fast, and the metal spears in their hands could easily pierce the bodies of the apprentices before they condensed shields.

Many apprentice teams acting separately were caught off guard in the initial surprise attack.

The flight spells and escape rings they trusted failed one after another under the strange spatial fluctuations. Without the hole cards they relied on to escape, the apprentices were like trapped beasts in a cage, consumed little by little under the siege of the natives.

Some broadcast-type communication wizarding tools were filled with intermittent distress signals, which soon returned to dead silence.

"Protective shield energy is insufficient! Only 10% left!"

"My staff has no more uses, damn it! Why are these natives so tenacious?!"

In a narrow canyon, a team of eight apprentices was backing against the rock wall, barely resisting the impact of native knights.

Their wizarding tool energy was exhausted rapidly, and several wizarding tools supporting the shields were overwhelmed and made "crackling" tearing sounds, finally shattering.

Magic potion inventory decreased visibly, and the spiritual power overdraft brought by high-intensity confrontation struck like a tide, making their incantations sluggish and the power of spells greatly reduced.

These apprentices were all apprentices of the old grade; they were dismissive of those new apprentices and these natives when they heard the emergency broadcast.

After five years of extra precipitation, these combat-type old apprentices had long realized the problems on their bodies, and they had all more or less deeply studied several attack or defense-type spells.

Although they could not independently construct relevant spell models, they were definitely much stronger than those newcomers.

So they were very confident in their response when they were attacked.

In fact, it was true; in the first few battles they encountered, those vulnerable native teams also verified their ideas.

Continuous smooth battles gradually made them ignore the dangers, and they unknowingly went deep into deeper traps.

So these old apprentices were also pale and cold sweat was dripping from their foreheads at this moment.

Although they had practical tests, they had never really faced this kind of life-and-death, no-retreat consumption battle.

Compared with the predicament they are facing now, the actual combat test arranged by the academy is simply playing house!

Clearly every spell could easily solve the life of the enemy, clearly the corpses of the enemies in front of them were already piled up like mountains, but there were still enemies rushing up one after another!

Why are they not afraid?!

Why don't they retreat?!

The former self-confidence was worn away under continuous pressure, replaced by obvious fatigue and anxiety.

"Captain, how long can we hold on?" A young female apprentice asked with a crying voice.

Her spiritual power was exhausted, and she could only rely on physical weapons for barely counterattacking, but facing those knights who were wearing simple armor but unusually fierce, her swordsmanship looked so pale and powerless.

In this area, besides them, there were several other apprentice teams, all attracted by the dazzling point cards in the valley.

But now, under the continuous offensive of the enemy, the apprentices were forced to abandon the strategy of fighting alone and began to spontaneously gather toward some terrain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, such as high cliffs or narrow caves.

They formed a temporary alliance, barely constructing defensive lines, and jointly resisted the offensive of the natives wave after wave.

But even so, every confrontation would see apprentices fall.

There were more and more wounded, fewer and fewer potions, and the atmosphere of despair shrouded their hearts like haze.

Without any accidents, as the spiritual power of the last apprentice was exhausted, the shouting and killing in the valley finally stopped, leaving only a hellish blood color.

Although the loss was great, for the natives, this was a price that could be borne for revenge.

As time passed, more and more apprentices fell into traps.

For a time, the entire wilderness turned into a purgatory of blood and despair.

However, there were exceptions in this "war," and geniuses constantly emerged, piercing through the traps set by the natives and making a name for themselves on the battlefield.

Two of them were the most famous, as if they were two dazzling stars, illuminating the dark sky.

Miss Augusta, the academy's darling with Tier 9 thunder-element talent, is currently leading her team, invincible everywhere in the plane, as if entering no man's land.

Her strength is like a god of thunder descending, and every shot is accompanied by destructive thunder.

"These bugs, thinking they can win by quantity? Stupid."

Miss Augusta's slender fingertips tapped lightly, and the white thunder torrent roared out like an angry dragon.

The native ambushers hundreds of meters away, together with the hidden runes and spiritual interference totems they set up, instantly vaporized under the violent thunder, and the charred traces meandered on the ground.

She wore light thunder-light armor, her figure flickered in the battlefield, and every advance accurately hit the vital points of the natives.

Those knights who tried to block her were often pierced by the thunder snakes jumping in her hands before they could get close, turning into charred corpses.

As Miss Augusta's reputation grew louder, the native coalition also noticed her and set up traps that could be called absolute kills for her more than once.

Once, they arranged a canyon into a huge magnetic field interference zone, with runes that could trigger chain explosions buried underground, curse totems that could weaken wizard power suspended in the air, and hundreds of elite knights and shamans in heavy armor waiting in full battle array, trying to exhaust her with numerical and terrain advantages.

"Heh, little tricks." Miss Augusta just smiled contemptuously, and the violent thunder tore everything apart.

She summoned a thunder pillar that pierced the sky and the earth, directly smashing the rune array on the ground and blowing up the totems in the air.

Afterwards, her whole body surged with thunder light, turned into an uncapturable lightning, and tore the entire ambush force apart with the momentum of destroying the withered and decaying. Wherever the thunder passed, there were scorched earth and trembling natives.

She didn't even pay much attention to those defeated natives; she only had goals in her eyes—the next high-value point card.

To her, these natives were just miscellaneous fish hindering her from obtaining glory.