Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 376 Adding insult to injury to an already impoverished family
"The magic rune array has been destroyed, but..."

"But what?" Old Charles hurriedly asked.

Yaro sighed softly, "Their goal has been achieved."

Following Yaro's gaze, old Charles looked back at the refugee camp: "Were they the ones who caused the night terror?"

Yaro nodded: "This commotion was caused by necromantic energy. The main function of that magic array was to draw the necromantic energy from the other side of the cliff and pour it into this land that has not yet been eroded and weathered. The gradually strengthening mountain winds and the constantly gathering dark clouds in the sky are also indirect effects caused by the convergence of energy."

"Lord Yue, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just... I know the army will discover riots, but that's because officers are bullying soldiers, because veterans are ganging up to bully new recruits, and because there are conflicts between them."

Old Charles said incredulously, "The atmosphere in our camp has always been very good. Everyone takes good care of each other, and there has never been any bullying. How... how could those things cause night terrors?"

Yaro remained noncommittal, instead asking in return: "The panic of a sudden disaster, the helplessness of losing loved ones one after another, the despair of a desperate escape, the confusion about the future... can you guarantee that you can completely recover in just a few days?"

What Yaro mentioned, wasn't it also a sore spot in old Charles's heart?

Old Charles closed his eyes tightly, turned his head, and said with a heavy nasal voice, "But they are not wooden blocks, they are people, tens of thousands of living people!"

"Even if a few people are unhappy or want to cause trouble, shouldn't the people around them have offered advice and stopped them? How could... how could so many people go crazy together?"

When he opened his eyes again, an unusual blush had appeared on old Charles's cheeks. He glanced furtively at the dark clouds above, then continued to whisper anxiously:

"Why is the power behind that person so strong!"

"If we arrest him, will it lead to even bigger trouble?"

"It's done, we're done!"

"Do we still have hope? No... there's no hope left..."

……

"Ok?"

Yaro turned around in surprise, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Oh no! How did Old Charles also get affected by necromantic energy? Is it because of his physical disability?"

"We must wake old Charles up as soon as possible, otherwise, the refugee camp will be in big trouble!"

Putting aside the lives of so many people, even considering only Yaro's own interests, the refugee camp cannot afford to have any problems now.

Once the refugee camp is destroyed, the count's territory will be in dire straits, and any attempt to gain experience points will lead to a sharp conflict of interest with the 'Fernando Wizarding Family'. Even if the official wizards of the 'Fernando Family' don't intervene, the official army of the 'Saint Fernando Empire' that will arrive soon will be just as formidable.

If the refugee camp can be stabilized, the Earl's territory will be in the lead, which will not only restrain the Fernando Wizard Family, but also provide some help for Yaro to gain experience points.

The key to stabilizing the refugee camp lies with old Charles. Currently, only old Charles listens to Yaro in this camp and also holds a certain status.

"Old Charles's situation is urgent, and his identity is crucial..."

Thinking of this, Yaro gritted his teeth, made a tough decision, took out a bottle of purification potion from his pocket, and hurriedly poured it into old Xiaer's mouth.

The purifying potion removes all foreign energies from the body, which is just what old Shire is currently doing.

Just a moment later, old Charles shivered inexplicably, looked up in a daze, and asked as if waking from a dream, "Lord Yue... what... what just happened to me?" Seeing the old man's bewildered look, he had no recollection of what had just happened.

Yaro couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Another bottle of purification agent was used up, making the already impoverished family's situation even worse.

"You just got caught in it too. Go get a torch with a strong flame for protection."

Old Charles's expression hardened, and he quickly nodded.

Picking up a torch from the roadside, old Charles hesitated before asking, "Lord Moon, can a torch awaken someone who has been startled by the night?"

Yaro nodded: "Yes, but not entirely. Necromantic energy is afraid of light and fire. One of the main reasons for the appearance of the camp whirlwind is the lack of light. The darkness ignited their sense of crisis, so apart from sunlight, the cheapest and quickest solution is to start fires, to start a lot of fires."

“Old Charles, you can go and gather the conscious people around here. First, light a few strong bonfires around the perimeter, then slowly bring the people in the camp to the fires. It shouldn’t be long before they come to their senses.”

"Okay, thank you, Lord Yue!"

Old Charles responded excitedly and was about to run away when Yaro called him back again: "Be careful, I suspect there might be an inside agent in the camp."

"Anything else?" Old Charles looked somewhat hesitant.

"If you see one cockroach in a room, there could be thousands more lurking in the shadows. If the 'San Fernando Empire' can plant one Miles, it can certainly plant many more. It's not that I don't trust you, old Charles, but you must understand that one inside man is unlikely to succeed. Miles must have other accomplices."

Yaro even suspected that Miles was deliberately pushed out to his death. If that were the case, aside from the possibility of being betrayed after being used, Miles's position among the inside agents probably wouldn't have been very high.

Old Charles's pupils contracted sharply as he looked at the increasingly chaotic camp. He gritted his teeth and said in a harsh voice, "You can rest assured and get some rest!"

"Rest? There's no such good thing waiting for me."

"What's wrong?" old Charles asked, puzzled.

Yaro chuckled softly and turned to look at the rock wall: "With necromantic energy constantly being drawn in, what do you think the skeleton monsters in the wilderness will do?"

Although Old Charles still didn't understand the meaning of 'necromantic energy,' he knew exactly what skeleton monsters were. Hearing Yaro's suggestive words, he turned around abruptly, his expression grave, and said, "Does Lord Yue mean... those skeleton monsters will come?"

“The number won’t be small, it’s even possible that all the skeleton monsters are on their way, it just depends on how fast they arrive,” Yaro added.

Old Charles's expression changed drastically as he realized the gravity of the situation: "Lord Claire is not here, the camp is in complete chaos, and the skeleton monsters have launched a large-scale attack..."

“I’m giving you one hour,” Yaro interrupted. “I’ll be resting after one hour, and you must bring men to take over guarding the canyon. If you don’t come…”

Before Yarrow could finish speaking, old Charles already understood what Yarrow meant.

One hour.

This is the limit of Yaro's ability to hold out. If he exceeds this time, he will have to use his remaining strength to run away.

"Don't worry, Lord Yue, I will definitely bring people to provide support ahead of time!"

(End of this chapter)