Chapter 50: The Trap in the Open
"I think we should wait until Priest Ant and Knight Commander Luers return before making the final arrangements," suggested the young knight.
Ant and Lurs are the two most powerful leaders in the coalition. Their combined strength is enough to rival what the wizards call "first-level official wizards."
This time they led hundreds of their most elite warriors into the mysterious area to explore.
"No!" the former Knight Commander flatly refused. "The battle lines are constantly retreating, and those wizard apprentices have been carried away by victory and are starting to gather spontaneously. This is the perfect time for us to launch a general attack! If we miss it, and they become scattered again or alerted, our plan will be difficult to succeed."
"That's right. Giving up the immediate victory for an unknown enemy 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 come to support us."
Under the insistence of the other leaders, the young knight had no choice but to give up the idea, although he felt a strong sense of unease in his heart.
He chose to believe in the power of Ant and Lurs, and in their myth of being invincible.
He believed that the two leaders plus a hundred elite knights were enough to wipe out any enemy.
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At the same time, in the wasteland marked as "unknown area" by the indigenous leaders.
Benjamin stood on the ground, stepping on layers of ashes and unrecognizable debris.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning and residual gunpowder smoke. Looking around, all you could see was a charred black, as if the earth had been washed clean by flames.
This horrific scene was caused by him alone.
"It's really inexplicable." Benjamin frowned and looked at the ashes under his feet.
He was just searching for materials normally, but suddenly such a large group of natives appeared and attacked him. There were so many of them that it seemed as if they were going to completely overwhelm him.
But this was of no significance to him. Jemin directly started saturation fire output, thoroughly "plowing" these people and the area.
The talismanic magic weapon displayed terrifying destructive power in the violent elemental environment. In just a few minutes, this place turned into a hell on earth.
He used analytical techniques to detect the energy fluctuations around him and quickly locked onto a faint breath of life that had not yet completely dissipated.
As he got closer, Benjamin discovered that it was an aboriginal wearing full body heavy armor. The style and material of the armor were much more sophisticated than those he had encountered before. He looked like a leader-level figure.
However, the leader now only has half of his body left - the upright half.
After carefully using alchemy and analysis to confirm that there was no danger, he squatted down and opened the other person's charred and broken mask.
Half of his face with a huge scar was revealed behind the mask, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.
The man seemed to want to say something, and his mouth moved a few times with difficulty.
A hoarse voice was squeezed out from a throat that seemed to be no longer there, carrying a strong smell of blood.
Jieming tilted his head, trying to sense the other person's mental fluctuations and trying to understand.
Unfortunately, the structure of the indigenous language and the way of transmitting spiritual power were completely different from the system he knew, making it completely incomprehensible.
He could only watch as the last light in the other person's eyes dimmed and he eventually died.
"What he's whispering about probably isn't anything nice." Benjamin curled his lips. He felt a little wronged after being scolded for no reason.
"Is there some large gathering point nearby? So I was mistaken for an intruder and breached their cordon?" He pondered blankly. "This really makes me feel wronged. I don't have any bad intentions... although I am indeed an intruder in this plane."
Shaking his head, he put this doubt behind him.
Using alchemy and analysis, Benjamin suddenly raised his finger and fired several fireballs in a certain direction in the distance.
boom……
The roar of an explosion was heard in the distance. When Benjamin approached, he saw several burnt bodies with terrified expressions on their faces.
It seems that the other party is also a member of the indigenous team and has been hiding at the back.
Unfortunately, Benjamin still found out.
Actually, this wasteland with few signs of life actually allowed Benjamin to make up for his weakness in detective witchcraft.
Alchemy can detect the fluctuations of matter and soul, and analysis can capture subtle changes in energy. With the combination of the two, any fluctuations of life forms that do not belong to the environment in this wasteland can be instantly sensed by Jemin without any obstruction.
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At the other end of the Graystone Realm, in a temporary camp for wizard apprentices.
The tired apprentices sat together, sharing the intelligence and potions they had just obtained.
Although the situation of these people was not very good, the atmosphere in the camp became somewhat excited because of a piece of news that had just arrived.
"Have you heard? The news has arrived!" An apprentice lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "The leader of the indigenous coalition has been found!"
"What? Chief?!"
"Is this true? Where is it?!"
"It is said that it is in a hidden valley deep in the plane. The information was brought back by a reconnaissance wizard who risked his life. They seem to think that 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 information was obtained too easily, so easily that almost all the apprentices saw it at a glance - this was most likely a trap.
However, with the amazing performances of Horn, Augusta, and other geniuses on the battlefield, the attitude of the wizard apprentices towards the natives changed again.
They saw with their own eyes how the geniuses easily broke through the blockade of the indigenous people and crushed those seemingly powerful knights and shamans.
These incidents and the ever-advancing battle front made the apprentices increasingly excited, and they subconsciously viewed the threat posed by the indigenous people as smaller and smaller.
Even though they recognized it was a trap, they didn't take it seriously.
"So what if it's a trap? With the strength of Miss Augusta and Master Horn, they can force their way through any trap, no matter how strong it is!"
"That's right! These native traps can only deal with ordinary apprentices like us. Those geniuses can rival official wizards!"
"The key is, since these indigenous people are being used as a test by the academy, killing their leader will definitely earn you a lot of points!"
The greed brought by merit, the blind worship of genius, and the misjudgment of the enemy's strength, all these factors intertwined together and made the apprentices make a decision.
"Go! Let's go to that valley!"
"Even if there's danger, following Miss Augusta and Master Horn will give us a piece of the pie!"
In order to compete for interests, apprentices gathered together in an endless stream, contacted each other, and formed larger teams.
(End of this chapter)
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