Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 382 The Fox Squad
The man in black robes was able to withstand the blade of the Fiery Heavy Sword multiple times with his body, which alone made him stronger than many advanced apprentices.

However, according to the system's assessment, he was only considered a junior apprentice.

"Are all those with strong bloodlines this powerful? Or is he just an exception?"

Yaro used a test tube to collect some blood from the black-robed man's melted body, and then quickly cleaned up the battlefield.

They took several magical items from the young man and also found an exquisite money pouch at his waist, containing some gold coins and four magic stones.

"How wealthy!"

Magical accessories vary in price in the market due to their different effects, but even the cheapest ones still cost at least several dozen magic stones.

In other words, if you want to purchase these treasures, you will need to spend at least several hundred to several thousand magic stones.

Just like the spell that blocked the grenade before, Yaro had seen an enchanted item in the market that could release a similar spell, called the 'Resistance Pendant', which cost six hundred magic stones.

"No wonder they say that murderers and arsonists wear golden belts. This is the wealth accumulated by plundering others for a lifetime, or even several generations. It cannot be regarded as the norm."

Fearing the gorge would fall, Yaro didn't dare delay any longer. He lit a fire to burn the corpses and destroy the evidence, then turned and rushed towards the sea of ​​bones.

Just then, a faint sound of wings flapping came from the sky again, followed by a soft laugh, and the man's voice came from the air:

"Good evening, Mr. Yue. I never expected to meet you again."

……

"You're fake, he's fake! Fake, fake! It's all fake!"

"Waaaah... Please let me go! My little Katri is hungry and is waiting for me to cook for him at home."

"Father, Mother, wait for me, don't go so fast... I'm in so much pain, I'm scared."

"Red, white, black... what are all these things? It's blood! It's flesh! It's heads! Big heads, big heads, hehe!"

"Martin! Jeffrey! Aunt Tijan! Uncle Blacksmith! Oh! And my adorable Dalmatian, Gucci! You're all here? Hahaha, you've all come to pick me up?"

"Demons! You're all demons! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!!"

Shouting, running around, fighting, smashing... the entire camp descended into madness, a complete mess!

Compared to the size of the camp, the number of guards led by old Charles was far too small. They couldn't kill indiscriminately, so they had to subdue people one by one, forcibly escort them to the fire, and have guards watch over them until they regained consciousness.

During this process, the people in the camp were harming each other every moment.

Hearing the frantic shouts of acquaintances and watching their loved ones being hurt or killing each other, the guards, who were already quite young, endured immense psychological pressure.

The rescue operation is not progressing smoothly.

There is no indication that the situation will calm down in the short term.

……

Following their instincts and the flow of necromantic energy, the skeleton monsters bypassed several clumps of burning, rotting flesh and crowded at the entrance of the canyon, like a funnel filled with oil gradually flowing into the narrow passage.

The two boys were forced to retreat, their faces growing increasingly pale.

"Liwai, why hasn't the Witcher returned yet! This can't go on, they're going to flatten the canyon!" the boy beside him asked anxiously.

They hadn't noticed it while watching Yaro clear the monsters, but after they took over, they realized that the number of skeleton monsters had increased exponentially without them even noticing. The excessive number of skeletons generated a powerful propulsive force, and the wooden mechanisms that had been hoped for were pushed aside one after another by the surging skeletons.

The two of them alone were simply no match for them, let alone able to guard the entire canyon.

Levi retreated down a slope, panting, and said, "Isaac, I don't know how long the Witcher will be gone. We can only try our best to hold on!"

"The Witcher hasn't... escaped, has he?" the boy beside him asked anxiously.

"No, no, the Witcher is so strong and powerful, he promised to help us."

Livay muttered to himself, both to reassure his teammates and to comfort himself.

……

"Huh? Raid the Fernando family's storage vault? They want to 'cultivate the land,' and you're planning to directly seize the 'seeds'? Red Lanelli, is this also part of your plan?"

Yaro gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, staring unceremoniously at the dark figures above. His enhanced magical abilities amplified his rage; all he wanted now was to kill those people.

Standing atop a huge raven, Reid Lanelli quickly said, "Mr. Moon, please don't be impulsive. Baron Claire is your friend, isn't she?"

"What? Are you planning to threaten me in such a ridiculous way?" Yaro's tone was icy, and the roar of his heavy sword was already building up its power.

“No, no, no! How could we threaten you!” Reid Lanelli waved his hands repeatedly. “Listen carefully, can you hear the sound of horses’ hooves? That’s the sound of Baron Claire’s steed. We went to rescue them earlier. You see, we have the same goal. Even if we didn’t reach an agreement, there’s no need for us to risk our lives, is there?”

"Stop babbling! Take this sword!"

With a furious roar, Yaro suddenly unleashed his power, kicking up a cloud of dust as he leaped into the air. He then unleashed his Dragon Body Technique, swiftly slashing at the crow in mid-air.

The muscular figure next to Red Lanelli suddenly leaped up, swinging his fist at Yaro.

bump!
It actually blocked it?
Yaro's eyes flickered slightly.

Even without using all his strength, it's still incredible that he could defend against the heavy sword with just his bare body, not to mention... the feeling of impact was so familiar.

Is he a bloodline apprentice like the one in black robes from before?

Just as Yaro was flying backward, the back of that muscular figure suddenly expanded, and a pair of jet-black wings unfolded, allowing him to glide through the air.

Reid Lanelli then said, “Mr. Moon, you’ve seen their strength, haven’t you? Also, it’s not us who want to seize the ‘seeds,’ it’s you. I’m just acting as a go-between. This matter doesn’t have much to do with me. It’s just that if you succeed, I can also get some benefits, such as… the population of the Earl’s territory. Without the ‘seeds,’ they naturally won’t care about the ‘fields,’ right?”

"Ha, playing matchmaker?"

Yaro sneered. He had seen that the three mysterious men had been standing obediently behind Red Lanelli, and they certainly didn't seem to have nothing to do with him.

“Since you put it that way, then I’ll take that as true,” Yaro turned to look at the soaring, muscular man. “What’s your name?”

"crow."

Behind Reid Lanelli, a small, thin figure also spoke up: "Groundhog."

"Oh ho ho, handsome young man, you call me, beautiful Miss Fox," said another petite woman.

Reid Lanelli added, "They are the Fox Hunting Team, and there are rumors about them in the Mannheim market."

(End of this chapter)