Wizard: Max level talent, starting from zero-ring trick.

Chapter 109 Swift Kill, the Prelude Begins

Chapter 109 Swift Kill, the Prelude Begins

"Take care of us?"

The Blackrock Wizard couldn't help but laugh, and the other three wizards were also starting to lose their composure.

A second-class wizard apprentice who has just been promoted for a year.

What kind of mood must one be in to say something like that?

"Then let's see how strong you are!"

A cruel smile appeared on the wizard's face.

At the same time, he took out a device that looked like a box, and immediately a faint light screen rose from all directions.

This trapped everyone inside.

Ian could see that the light screen was a faint blue.

With a flick of his wrist, a flame flew towards the light screen.

We did not cross it.

Are there any forbidden types of alchemical equipment?

Ian looked at the box with great interest; this must be at least a high-level zero-ring magical artifact.

interesting.

"This light barrier cannot be broken without the strength of a peak wizard apprentice. The school has put in a lot of effort for you."

Furthermore, there are runes that conceal and isolate external communication; you can't even hear them from outside, and you can't see them at a distance. In other words, no one will come to rescue you today.

The wizard bared his shark-like teeth and sneered.

Just when he thought Ian would show a panicked expression, he was surprised to find...

Ian remained completely calm.

He even showed a faint smile.

A calm and confident voice slowly reached his ears: "That's wonderful!"

The wizard was taken aback, but in the next instant, he saw layers of water gradually appearing on the ground.

Ian's aura gradually grew stronger.

Various magical energies converged around, radiating a terrifying aura.

"wrong!"

The wizard suddenly realized something was wrong.

Not only him, but the other wizards also suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Let's get started!"

The leading wizard immediately shouted.

But just as he was about to recite the incantation, he saw dozens of water snakes suddenly attacking him from the water.

There was absolutely no warning.

"Where's the spell?"

The wizard was taken aback, then saw runes flashing on his robes, instantly forming a protective shield that blocked the attack.

Look back at the other people.

It was stopped at almost the same time during the spellcasting phase.

How is that possible?

This magic power is still focused on the speed of condensation; something's not right.

What surprised him even more was that after casting a spell, a large number of wind blades began to converge again.

But it wasn't over yet. The instant the wind blade appeared, another wind blade tornado appeared in another direction.

Instantly cast two spells?

Is it a witchcraft artifact?

wrong?

The third one has arrived too?

He only saw one spell end and another spell be formed, while the spells that had already been formed were flying towards them.

"Damn it, damn it!"

The wizard chanted a spell, and an elemental shield appeared around him, blocking the wind blades.

But the gaps are just too short.

Just as he was about to recite the next part of the incantation, the next sorcery attack arrived.

It was impossible to stop them. At least with the physique of a second-class wizard, unless they had studied body-refining magic, they simply couldn't stop them.

Without a doubt, he was instantly torn to pieces by the overwhelming witchcraft.

The same applies to the others.

One of the wizards seemed to have practiced some body-refining magic and managed to hold on for a while longer, but then the three of them died.

He was quickly killed by Ian's concentrated fire.

Looking at the four dead people and the light curtain that had not disappeared, Ian silently put away their spatial rings.

He multitasked, using a large number of instant-cast spells, while the Resonance Staff restored his mental energy.

The Wind Rune relieved his stress and enhanced his attack, the Tide Rune made his attacks continuous, and the Foundation Rune stabilized his mental power, so that even using a large amount of mental power for a short time had no effect.

All of these factors have led to the situation we see today.

That makes perfect sense.

Master-level witchcraft is not something that comes easily; it is an achievement that many wizards cannot attain in their entire lives.

In addition, his mental strength is no worse than these people's, his meditation method comes from the wizarding academy, and he even has a talent for mental strength.

If we still can't easily kill these people.

That's hilarious.

"It's all about hard work!"

Ian sighed and picked up the alchemical box from before.

The Blackrock School wizards did not include it, apparently because it cannot be included when casting spells.

The same intense elemental attack did not damage it, which clearly indicates that the alchemist had considered this in the design.

Since the original owner was dead, Ian quickly imprinted his own spiritual power on the body.

I also learned that this magical artifact was called the Prison.

A top-grade zero-ring magical artifact can create a prison with a radius of one hundred meters. Even a peak-level wizard apprentice would need to attack for at least three minutes to break it, a third-grade artifact would take an hour, and a second-grade artifact would be impossible to escape.

The only downside is that it needs to be recharged after each use, which costs a lot of magic stones.

"But overall it's really good."

Ian was very satisfied; the charging capability was hardly a drawback.

This magical artifact can not only be used for attack, but if it only involves oneself, it can also serve as a defensive artifact.

That's the type he needs.

The prison closed, the surrounding light curtain slowly faded, and Ian put it back into his spatial ring.

Looking around, the soil within a hundred-meter radius began to churn, sweeping everything in front of them underground.

At the same time, a hint of green emerges, and plants and seeds hidden in the soil slowly sprout.

It grew rapidly.

In the blink of an eye.

The flat land in front of us has been restored to greenery, although it is not as green as before, but it is not noticeable.

It's like a meadow that appears in the middle of a forest.

Ian was satisfied, so he turned and went back.

Soon we saw the carriage and got inside.

"Ian, you're back!"

Chris watched Ian enter, completely unaware that he had already survived a dangerous ambush.

Because only three minutes had passed since Ian left.

"Let's go."

Ian gave instructions to the driver ahead.

"Yes, sir!"

The coachman nodded and slowly cracked his whip, urging the horse, which contained traces of magical beast blood, forward.

soon.

The carriage headed toward the school of thought.

Half a day later.

Ian and the others returned to the school.

"We're home!"

Ian quickly returned to 15 Maple Leaf Avenue, where Shirley helped him remove his wizard robes and change him into more comfortable clothes.

As for Chris.

Their current relationship is more or less in line with that of a couple; it's quite complicated overall.

Ian cannot afford to be distracted until he is promoted to a third-class wizard apprentice.

I had already discussed this with Chris on the way here, and she expressed her understanding.

After all, the Blackstone School and the Horton School of Wizardry are almost at each other's throats right now, so getting married at this time is indeed a bit unwise.

"What happened while I was gone?"

Ian asked Shirley as usual.

Shirley thought for a moment and said, "It's nothing, it's just that recently I've seen a lot of trucks transporting resources to the academy, and I also keep seeing people from the alchemy department, as if they're preparing to set up a new witchcraft array in the academy!"

"Resources? Magic array?"

Ian's pupils contracted.

I instantly realized that this meant the school had already begun the preparation phase for the witchcraft formation.

Ian calculated that there are only four months left until the July deadline.

We need to hurry.

Ian felt a sense of tension.

The speed at which one's talent advances to first-class level must be accelerated, and meditation and study cannot be neglected.

"The next step is to upgrade the Lionheart Knight Technique to Master level."

Ian took a deep breath.

Now, returning to our school of thought, it's time to begin a new round of advancement.

Of course, before that, he had to open up the spatial ring.

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