Chapter 48 Ambush and Genius
The once pristine and mysterious wilderness of the Limestone Realm has now become a cruel hunting ground.
The organization and wisdom displayed by the Aboriginal coalition far exceeded the imagination of the apprentices of Nolen Academy.
They are not just scattered natives, but also well-trained hunters. Every trap and every ambush targets the apprentices' weaknesses.
"Damn it! It's those natives!"
"Are there any recovery potions left? My mental strength is almost exhausted!"
"Damn it! Why didn't the escape ring work?!"
"Here... there's no way to escape from here!"
Similar desperate wails echoed everywhere in the limestone world.
As the traps continued to work, the apprentices soon found themselves being hunted.
The indigenous hunters lurking in the bushes, wearing camouflaged animal skins and holding poisoned bone spears and bows and arrows, were as silent as poisonous snakes.
They are well versed in the local terrain and often use score cards or rare materials as bait, launching surprise attacks when the apprentices let their guard down.
Often, just a sudden volley of poisonous arrows is enough to paralyze or slow down these young apprentices in an instant.
The indigenous warriors who rushed out afterwards had a surge of enhanced power in their bodies, which made them incredibly fast. The metal spears in their hands could easily penetrate the bodies of the apprentices before they could form a shield.
Many scattered apprentice teams were caught off guard in the initial raids.
Their trusted flying skills and escape rings failed due to the strange spatial fluctuations. Without their trump cards to escape, the apprentices were like trapped beasts in a cage, and were gradually consumed by the hunting of the natives.
Some broadcast communication devices were filled with intermittent distress signals, and soon fell silent.
"The shield is running low on energy! Only 10% left!"
"My staff is out of uses, damn it! Why are these natives so stubborn?!"
In a narrow canyon, a team of eight apprentices were leaning against the rock wall, barely resisting the attack of the native knights.
The energy of their magic weapons was quickly exhausted, and several magic weapons supporting the shields could no longer bear the weight, making "cracking" sounds and finally shattering.
The inventory of potions was visibly decreasing, and the mental exhaustion caused by the high-intensity confrontation came like a tide, making their spells slow and the power of witchcraft greatly reduced.
These apprentices were from the older batch, and after hearing the emergency broadcast, they sneered at the new apprentices and the indigenous people.
After an additional five years of precipitation, these old apprentices of the combat department have long realized their own problems. They have more or less conducted in-depth research on several offensive or defensive witchcraft.
Although he is not yet able to independently construct related witchcraft models, he is definitely much better than those newcomers.
So they are very confident about how they can respond if they are attacked.
In fact, this was indeed the case. In the first few attacks, the vulnerable indigenous teams also verified their ideas.
The continuous and successful battles made them gradually ignore the dangers and unknowingly fell into a deeper trap.
As a result, these old apprentices were now pale and had cold sweat on their foreheads.
Although they have had actual combat tests, they have never really faced this kind of life-and-death war of attrition with no way out.
Compared with the current difficulties, the practical tests arranged by the academy are simply playing house!
It's obvious that every spell can easily take the enemy's life, and the enemy's corpses are piled up like a mountain, but there are still enemies rushing up continuously!
Why aren't they scared?!
Why don't they retreat?!
The confidence of the past has been worn away by the constant pressure, replaced by obvious fatigue and anxiety.
"Captain, how long can we hold on?" a young female apprentice asked in a tearful voice.
Her mental strength was exhausted, and she could only rely on physical weapons to fight back. However, facing those knights wearing simple armor but extremely fierce, her swordsmanship seemed so pale and powerless.
In addition to them, there were several other apprentice teams in this area, all attracted by the dazzling pile of score cards in the valley.
But now, under the enemy's continuous attacks, the apprentices were forced to abandon the strategy of fighting alone and began to spontaneously gather in some terrain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, such as towering cliffs or narrow caves.
They formed a temporary alliance and barely built a series of defensive lines to resist wave after wave of attacks from the natives.
But even so, there would be apprentices falling in every battle.
There were more and more wounded soldiers and less and less medicine. The atmosphere of despair hung over their hearts like a dark haze.
Without any surprise, as the last apprentice's mental strength was exhausted, the shouting and killing in the valley finally stopped, leaving only a hellish bloody scene.
Although the losses were huge, it was an acceptable price for the indigenous people to pay for revenge.
As time went on, more and more apprentices fell into the trap.
For a moment, the entire wasteland turned into a purgatory of blood and despair.
However, there are exceptions in this "war". Geniuses continue to emerge, breaking through the traps set by the indigenous people and making a name for themselves on the battlefield.
The two most famous among them were like two dazzling stars, illuminating the gloomy sky.
Miss Augusta, the darling of the academy who possesses a ninth-level talent for thunder elements, is currently leading her team, roaming the planes invincibly as if they were in an empty space.
She is so powerful that she is like a god who controls thunder and lightning. Every attack she makes is accompanied by destructive thunder.
"These bugs, do they think they can win by sheer numbers? Stupid."
Augusta lightly tapped her slender fingertips, and a torrent of blazing white lightning roared out like an angry dragon.
The indigenous ambush troops hundreds of meters away, along with the concealment runes and mind-interference totems they had laid out, were instantly vaporized by the violent thunder, and charred marks stretched across the ground.
She was wearing a light lightning armor, her figure flickering on the battlefield, and every charge accurately hit the vital points of the natives.
The knights who tried to surround her were often pierced by the lightning snakes in her hands before they could get close to her, and turned into charred pieces.
As Miss Augusta's reputation grew, the indigenous coalition also noticed her and set up deadly traps for her more than once.
Once, they arranged a canyon into a huge magnetic field interference zone. Runes that could trigger chain explosions were buried underground, cursed totems that could weaken wizards' powers were suspended in the air, and hundreds of elite knights and shamans in heavy armor were on standby, trying to wear her down with their advantages in numbers and terrain.
"Ha, a little trick." Augusta just laughed contemptuously, and the violent thunder tore everything apart.
She summoned a giant pillar of lightning that pierced through the sky and earth, shattering the rune array on the ground and blowing up the totem in the air.
Then, lightning surged throughout her body, transforming into an elusive bolt of lightning that tore through the entire ambush force with overwhelming force. Wherever the lightning passed, only scorched earth and trembling natives remained.
She didn't even pay much attention to the defeated natives. She only had her eyes on the goal - the next high-score scoreboard.
To her, these natives were just trash that stood in the way of her achieving glory.
(End of this chapter)
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