Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 196 Legion
"Father, are we going to eat corn today too? I don't want to eat corn. I want to eat pumpkin."

In the field, the little girl looked at her parents working hard and said with a naive pout that she had been eating corn for several days and now she wanted to eat sweet pumpkin more than corn.

Her father, the short Niksaran, straightened up, wiped the sweat from his face, and comforted her: "Don't worry, baby, eat corn for another day, and the pumpkin will be ripe tomorrow."

My father looked at the pumpkin field not far from the cornfield, and then looked at the Niksalan Basin in the distance, with relief in his eyes.

Their days had never been so good. The great master had cast mysterious spells on the land they planted, allowing the plants to mature once a month. They no longer needed to hunt animals hard, but only needed to focus on planting, and with the addition of domesticated birds and beasts, they could fill their stomachs well.

These were good days that the former city of Tikal could never have imagined!
Not only that, the great master also taught them the magical power called "spell". Although he himself has made no progress so far due to his dull talent, his talented daughter is now a real level 1 wizard!

As life becomes better and better, people will live more energetically.

This was the only thought in my father's mind at this moment.

"Dad, what is that?"

Just as her father was lost in thought, the little girl suddenly pointed in the opposite direction of the Niksaran Basin and asked curiously.

The obese mother next to the father followed her daughter's gaze and cried out in shock: "Honey! Look!"

The father turned his head and was stunned by the scene before him.

On the vast plain, the sun cast a golden glow, reflecting the armor of nearly ten thousand knights. They formed a neat square formation and slowly moved forward, crushing dead branches and flattening wild grass with their iron hooves. These knights were dressed in black armor, and their eyes under the helmets revealed indifference and ruthlessness.

The huge flag fluttered in the wind, decorated with a golden lion, the national emblem of the Empire of Am.

At the front of the team was a white-skinned man dressed in strange and luxurious clothes. He was riding a majestic warhorse, and his robe was engraved with lines drawn with mithril, shining with a unique light in the sun.

"Oh my God, the army! It's the army! Hurry, we have to go back and warn everyone!" the man shouted in horror.

The knights marched in unison, like a black wave rolling forward and approaching. The heavy sound of their horses' hooves conveyed a suffocating sense of oppression in the air.

Just as the three turned around and tried to run, an invisible force restrained them. Their eyes rolled around in fear, and their bodies were stiff and unable to move.

The army was slowly approaching, and the sounds were getting closer and closer. The farmland was neither far nor close to the basin, at least six or seven kilometers away. No one could see what was happening here.

The sound of horse hooves was close to the ears. The white-skinned man in strange and luxurious clothes raised his left hand, and the black ocean immediately obeyed the orders and stopped.

The bodies of the three people were slowly controlled by an invisible force and turned around to face the white-skinned man.

“Natives.”

The man looked down at them with his eyes as if he was looking at ants on the roadside. His tone was full of indifference, as if they were nothing more than insignificant dust.

"Tell me which direction the Huakli Alliance is in."

The visitor had bad intentions, and his tone made the father immediately realize the seriousness of the problem.

The power was released, and the father suddenly knelt on the ground, shaking constantly. His heart sank when he heard the questioning.

They are not going to the basin. That’s good. The tribesmen living in the basin will not be implicated.

But the Huaakeli Alliance?

There was a trace of struggle in my father's eyes. The direction of the alliance overlapped with the basin, and the basin was the only way. If he pointed out the direction, this army would also pass through the canyon at the mouth of the basin.

No, it can't. Realizing this, my father immediately rejected the idea of ​​telling the truth.

He had to lie.

The direction of the basin and the alliance was northeast, but the dark and thin arm slowly pointed to the northwest.

"In that direction, sir." He tried his best to force a flattering smile.

The wizard raised the corner of his mouth, lowered his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, a hint of interest flashing across his face.

"You are such a fool, you just gave up your only chance to survive."

The mage's words made the man panic. He tried his best to suppress his strangeness, looked at the mage in panic and said, "What are you talking about? I clearly showed you the way. Please spare our lives!!"

"Point the way?" The wizard's eyes flashed with ruthlessness: "How dare you, a mere native, lie to me?"

The wizard's words left the man with no hope. He knew that this scary guy had somehow discovered that he was lying.

"Run!" he shouted suddenly, grabbed his daughter and turned around to run. His obese wife fell down as soon as she stood up, crying bitterly as she watched her husband's running back.

"Don't worry," the wizard slowly raised a staff inlaid with ruby, "They will stay with you."

The difficult spell sounded like a murderous whisper, and ice-blue energy lit up at the tip of the staff.

Fourth-ring conjuration spell——[Icicle]!
"Pfft!"

Two sharp and thick icicles suddenly rose from the portal that appeared under the father's feet, piercing through the man and the daughter in his arms, and were fixed in mid-air like candied haws.

The woman couldn't believe what she saw and screamed as if she had gone crazy.

The wizard gave a cold glance, and the magic ring on his finger shot out three scorching rays, piercing the woman's brain, and the screams immediately quieted down.

"Hmph, you really don't know how to live or die. You made me waste a fourth-level spell slot." The mage's cold tone sounded as if he had just killed only a few poultry. What he said was more of a pity for his own spell slot.

"You bunch of losers, what are you doing here to eat? You want me to do it myself!" The wizard seemed to be unsatisfied and turned around to curse at the knights of the army.

There are many high-level warriors in the army, but they dare not retort to the wizard's insults. After all, the man in front of them is Boris's apprentice, a thorough nine-ring wizard. No matter which of these two identities he is, they cannot afford to offend him.

"Humph!"

Seeing that no one stood up to vent his anger, the wizard could only snort coldly and did not pursue the matter further. After all, they were just a bunch of peasants who only knew how to use their muscles. There was no point in competing with them.

He just raised his hand and was about to order them to move forward, but he had already used magic to detect the truth from the dead man's mind, which was to the northeast.

Not only that, there seems to be an indigenous tribe there? Well, maybe he can fill his private treasury.

The wizard was thinking this and was about to leave when he suddenly found goose bumps on his hands and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He felt a sense of impending disaster.

"What...what's going on?" he muttered to himself.

The next moment, the sky darkened.

He raised his head and saw a shadowy figure floating in the air, with dark purple eyes staring at him coldly.

(End of this chapter)