Chapter 51

Thousands of Norn Academy wizard apprentices, wrapped in the blind confidence brought by the previous false victory, surged into the valley pointed out by intelligence as the location of the "native leader."

Their eyes flashed with a desire for high scores and glorious battle achievements, completely unaware that they were plunging headlong into a net set by the hunters.

The dense magical beasts outside the valley didn't cause any impact on the clustered wizard apprentices at all; they quickly crossed various traps and arrived in the valley.

Deep in the valley, several native "leaders" wearing refined armor, and behind them a supernatural army that looked small in number but fully armed, appeared in the apprentices' field of vision.

"There are enemies! It should be those leaders in the intelligence!"

"Watch out for the surroundings, there should be an ambush, prioritize activating shields just in case!"

"Charge! Kill those leaders!"

The apprentices erupted in a burst of excited roars, and under the leadership of Augusta and Horn, they charged toward the enemy with great momentum.

Thunder light jumped on Augusta's body, her speed as fast as lightning; under Horn's feet, rocks rolled like walking earth waves.

Other apprentices also cast wizardry one after another, various elemental torrents gathered in the valley, aiming at the enemies not far away.

However, just as the two armies were about to collide, a sudden change occurred!

Swish, swish, swish...

On the surrounding hills that were originally silent, countless black shadows suddenly emerged.

It was a group of native warriors so numerous it was suffocating; they wore various animal skins or grass leaves, holding longbows or throwing spears tightly in their hands.

These soldiers used animal skins and grass leaves to cover their figures, used the power of high priests and shamans to restrain their life fluctuations, perfectly hiding themselves, and deceiving the wizard apprentices' not-so-refined scouting.

"Release arrows!"

Accompanied by a low roar carrying an ancient shamanic spell, tens of thousands of native warriors ambushed on the hillsides pulled the longbows in their hands tight at the same time.

For a time, arrows shot toward the group of wizard apprentices in the valley like rain!

These were not ordinary arrows; the natives had taken out all the property they could find for this battle.

Each arrow was attached with spells and supernatural power strengthened by shamans and high priests, and the arrowheads themselves were crafted from various special minerals or biological materials, carrying the effect of breaking through energy protection.

Such magic-breaking arrows only appeared in the hands of the kingdom's most elite knight orders as a trump card in the past, but in the coalition ambushed in the valley now, even ordinary soldiers carried several magic-breaking arrows.

For a time, the sounds of breaking air, impact, and tearing rang out in one piece.

The wizard apprentices' shields became fragile under this arrow rain, shattering one after another.

Some apprentices even reacted too slowly, directly pierced through the body by arrows, falling into a pool of blood.

Even the apprentices who had activated protective wizarding tools felt a powerful force transmitted through the shields, shaking their mental power and throwing their formations into chaos.

The natives' traps were quite simple, just the most simple and crude ambushes.

But the far-exceeding-expectation troop strength, coupled with the completely unexpected attack, exerted an effect beyond imagination.

The apprentices who originally thought they were fully prepared instantly fell into a huge disadvantage.

"Scatter! Find cover!"

"Damn it! Why are there so many people?!"

"Retreat! Leave here!"

The apprentices without unified command fled in panic, trying to escape the range covered by the arrow rain.

"My flight spell... it's air-prohibition again, when was it set, it clearly wasn't there when we entered the valley before!"

"Bastard! Why is the range of this space-locking so large?!"

Desperate shouts rose one after another.

After being ambushed many times, the apprentices had basically figured out that the range of the space-locking was less than fifty meters; as long as they broke through this distance, they could escape the battlefield.

But in this valley, the space-locking set by High Priest Oswaldo at the cost of overdrawing his own power had a diameter exceeding a terrifying one kilometer.

Coupled with the ultra-wide-range air-prohibition that the shamans had exhausted all their foundations and collections, even sacrificing ancestral totems to instantly set up, the apprentices were blocked here for a time.

The apprentices' prior predictions were not wrong; there were indeed traps here, and there were indeed various air-prohibitions and space-lockings.

But the intelligence collected from previous battles with the natives made them have a huge misjudgment of the danger level of the traps.

With no way to heaven and no door to earth, for a time, the apprentices were completely plunged into a desperate situation.

Even Augusta and Horn, the two most dazzling geniuses, appeared powerless in the face of this sudden disadvantage.

The native coalition had made various targeted preparations based on previously collected intelligence.

A batch of elite teams wearing special-material armor and blessed with shamanic curses specifically entangled the fast-moving Augusta, weakening her lightning power and limiting her mobility.

And another batch of natives holding armor-piercing weapons and possessing special spells bit Horn tightly, continuously consuming his defensive power he was so proud of.

The apprentices' formations completely collapsed; they retreated steadily under the dual strikes of the arrow rain and the melee natives charging down the mountain, blood staining the valley floor.

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A temporary command post above the valley.

Several leaders of the native coalition were excitedly watching the wizards below who were like sheep being slaughtered.

High Priest Oswaldo's face was as pale as paper, his body visibly weak; he panted, cold sweat streaming down his forehead—the price paid for setting up the ultra-large-range space-locking was extremely huge, almost exhausting all his vitality and the power gifted by the gods.

"Success! We did it!" The young knight commander's eyes flashed with fanatical light.

"These stupid outsiders! Still thinking they can trample on our world at will!" The shaman leader also revealed a ferocious smile.

People looked at Oswaldo with grateful eyes one after another.

Although a painful price was paid, the ultra-large-range space-locking he cast was the key to this victory.

"Lord Oswaldo, you have worked hard!"

"Thanks to you, we were able to catch these hateful wizards in one net!"

Oswaldo weakly shook his head, didn't speak, just quietly watched below.

The young knight commander didn't hesitate anymore; he loudly commanded his subordinates: "Full army attack! Don't give them any chance to catch their breath! Crush them!"

Nearly ten thousand of the most elite native warriors surged down the hillside like a tide, engaging in bloody slaughter with the remaining apprentices in the valley.

Relying on the massive rock fortress Horn had painstakingly created with wizardry, some wizard apprentices were making a final desperate struggle, but that was merely a trapped beast fighting; they no longer had any way out.