Chapter 50

"I think it's better to wait until High Priest Ante and Knight Commander Luers return before making the final arrangements." The young knight suggested.

Ante and Luers were the two leaders with the top strength in the coalition; their combined power was enough to rival the "Level 1 official wizards" in the mouths of those wizards.

This time, entering that eerie area to investigate, they led over a hundred of the most elite warriors.

"No!" The previous knight commander flatly refused. "The front line is constantly retreating, and those wizard apprentices have been blinded by victory and have begun to gather spontaneously. This is the best time for us to launch a general offensive! Once missed, and they disperse again or become alert, our plan will be hard to succeed again."

"That's right, for the sake of an unknown enemy, giving up the results before our eyes is not worth the loss."

"Ante and Luers are strong enough; they will definitely be able to handle the problems in that area and then rush over to support us."

Under the insistence of the other leaders, although a strong sense of unease surged in the young knight's heart, he could only helplessly give up this idea.

He chose to believe in the power of Ante and Luers, and in their myth of winning every battle.

He believed that two leaders plus a hundred elite knights were enough to wipe out any enemy.

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Meanwhile, on that wasteland marked by the native leaders as an "unknown area."

Jie Ming stood on the ground, stepping on layers of ash and unrecognizable remains.

The air was filled with a pungent burnt smell and lingering gunpowder smoke; looking around, everything in sight was scorched black, as if the earth had been cleansed by raging flames.

This horrifying scene was caused by him alone.

"Truly inexplicable." Jie Ming frowned, looking at the ash under his feet.

He was just searching for materials normally, when suddenly such a large group of natives appeared to attack him, and there were so many of them, as if they wanted to drown him completely.

But this meant nothing to him; Jie Ming directly activated saturation fire output, completely "plowing" these people along with this area.

The seal wizarding tools displayed chilling destructive power in the violent elemental environment; in just a few minutes, this place had become a living hell.

He used Analysis to probe the surrounding energy fluctuations and quickly locked onto a faint life aura that had not yet completely dissipated.

Walking closer, Jie Ming discovered it was a native wearing full heavy armor; the style and material of that armor were much more refined than any he had encountered before, looking like a leader-level figure.

However, this leader now only had half a body left—the vertical half.

After carefully confirming with Alchemy and Analysis that there was no danger, he squatted down and opened the charred, broken mask of the other party.

Behind the mask, half a face with a huge scar was revealed, the eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.

This person seemed to want to say something, the mouth moving with difficulty a few times.

A hoarse voice squeezed out from a throat that didn't know if it still existed, carrying a heavy bloody smell.

Jie Ming tilted his head, trying hard to perceive the other party's mental fluctuations, attempting to understand.

Unfortunately, the structure of this native language and the way mental power was transmitted were completely different from the system he knew, making it impossible to understand.

He could only watch helplessly as the last light in the other party's eyes dimmed, and they finally died.

"Mumbling, probably not anything good either." Jie Ming curled his lips; being inexplicably scolded made him feel a bit wronged.

"Could there be some large gathering point nearby? So I was treated as an intruder and touched their warning line?" He thought blankly. "Truly makes one feel wronged; I don't have any bad intentions... although I am indeed an intruder in this plane."

Shaking his head, he threw this doubt to the back of his mind.

Deploying Alchemy and Analysis, Jie Ming suddenly raised his finger and fired several fireballs toward a certain direction in the distance.

Boom...

The distant roar of explosions came; when Jie Ming walked closer, what he saw were several human bodies with terrified expressions that had already been charred.

It looked like the other party should also be a member of the native team, who had been hiding at the very back before.

Unfortunately, their tracks were still discovered by Jie Ming.

Come to think of it, this wasteland with few signs of life actually allowed Jie Ming to make up for his lack of scouting-type wizardry.

Alchemy could probe the fluctuations of matter and soul, and Analysis could capture the subtle changes in energy; combined, as long as any life-form fluctuation not belonging to the environment appeared on this wasteland, it could be instantly perceived by Jie Ming, and without any concealment.

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On the other end of the Greyrock Realm, inside a temporary wizard apprentice camp.

Exhausted apprentices sat around together, sharing the intelligence and potions they had just obtained.

Although the situation of these people was not great, the atmosphere in the camp became somewhat excited because of a piece of news that had just arrived.

"Have you heard? The news is out!" An apprentice lowered his voice, his eyes flashing with excitement. "The location of the native coalition leader has been discovered!"

"What? Leader?!"

"Really? Where?!"

"It is said to be in a hidden valley deep in the plane; the intelligence was sent back by a scout-type wizard who risked his life; they seem to think no one can discover their base camp."

The news spread like wildfire, and the apprentices looked at each other, their eyes flashing with different lights.

This intelligence was obtained too easily, so easily that almost all the apprentices saw at a glance—this was very likely a trap.

However, with the amazing performance of Horn and Augusta, as well as various other geniuses on the battlefield, the wizard apprentices' attitude toward the natives had shifted again.

They had seen with their own eyes how the geniuses easily broke through the natives' encirclement, how they crushed those seemingly powerful knights and shamans.

Various examples and the constantly advancing front line made the apprentices more and more excited, subconsciously viewing the natives' threat as smaller and smaller.

Even if they recognized it was a trap, they didn't take it to heart.

"So what if it's a trap? With the strength of Miss Augusta and Young Master Horn, they can force their way through no matter how strong the trap is!"

"That's right! These natives' traps are only good for dealing with ordinary apprentices like us; those geniuses are comparable to official wizards!"

"The key is, since these natives are treated as a test by the academy, killing their leader will definitely earn a lot of points!"

The greed brought by merit, the blind worship of geniuses, and the misjudgment of the enemy's strength, all these factors intertwined, making the apprentices make a decision.

"Go! Let's go to that valley!"

"Even if there is danger, following behind Miss Augusta and Young Master Horn, we can still get a share of the spoils!"

In order to compete for benefits, apprentices gathered one after another, contacting each other to form larger-scale teams.