Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 62: Standard Intermediate Wizard
go ahead.

Riding on a warhorse, facing the cold wind, we headed towards the country farms in the east.

The air flow stirred beside me.

The horse's hooves trampled the soft and hard soil.

The dust, stained with snow, flew up, and the chill in the air grew even more intense. Looking up at the sky, the light-colored clouds were silently shifting to a leaden gray.

It is going to rain.

Or snow.

Whichever one it is, it means that the traces of the battle will be eliminated.

——The art of motivation.

Wu Chen silently pressed a flash of red light into his chest. The moment he did so, his body became even lighter and more agile. The previously unruly warhorse suddenly became docile and obedient. With just a few minor adjustments to its posture, it could gallop with ease.

Magic is indeed convenient.

It would be better to use magic to speed up the process than to rely on learning riding skills on your own. A subtle premonition emerged in Wu Chen's mind, and he realized that he would soon face a battle.

His fingers trembled slightly.

An impulse emerged from the depths of my mind.

The thought of summoning the Dragon Priest's Face emerged in Wu Chen's mind, but was suppressed in an instant.

——Can’t rely on equipment.

——It’s not that we don’t use it, but we can’t rely on it.

—At least this time, it's not an absolute crisis. Don't use it.

Breathe.

His thoughts gradually stabilized, and determination filled his heart. Flakes of snow gradually fell from the sky, and at the end of his vision, he saw a bright fire.

"Go!" the companions roared. The warhorses accelerated even faster. The soldiers on the horses drew their weapons, some even holding longbows.

That fire wasn't the fire of life—it was destruction, death. It was the fire from the burning farm. And an ominous column of smoke gradually descended into the sky.

"Merciful Stendar, please grant us protection. Please grant us strong shields and sharp swords so that we can drive out the abominable darkness and evil."

Light sprouted with Tolan's prayers, gently showering each warrior. Armor received a divine blessing, and weapons were stained with a faint glow. Fighting spirit and determination emerged in each warrior, ready for battle.

They came late.

But they are not terribly late.

Because it wasn't the attacker who set the house on fire—whether it was a vampire, a ghoul, or some other dark creature. Fire wasn't something they were good at dealing with. At least, for an evil creature that specialized in wielding ice powers, fire should stay away.

Many things that looked like wights surrounded the burning farm—staggering and moving slowly, carrying items and weapons they had carried in life. Some of them carried hunting bows, shooting crooked arrows at the upper floors of the farm. This meant that there were still survivors on the farm, at least not yet, who had not perished in the flames they had ignited.

Only this?

"Shoot! Kill them!"

Those ghouls were once farmers, hunters, and members of the East Territory, but now, their only fate is destruction.

Arrows flew out, some of them hitting their targets accurately. Several of the ghouls that were hit fell to the ground, because all the arrows were imbued with the power of light due to Tolan's baptism.

"Hold on! That monster hasn't appeared yet!"

A glow flickered between Wu Chen's fingers. It was a transmutation-type light, capable of accurately capturing all traces of normal life within its field of vision. He clearly saw several figures active on the upper floors of the burning farmhouse. Several of them were weakened, while the rest took a defensive stance, protecting them from behind.

It's a limited-time rescue mission.

I hope there is still enough time.

Tolan's eyes also shone with a changeable radiance. A more important target was also captured by the chess players.

"over there!"

He pointed sharply at a haystack on the farm. Following his voice and instructions, a fireball, no different in size from the one he'd used while wearing the mask, was launched from Wu Chen's palm. In an instant, it completely crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and exploded into a brilliant ball of fire at the target's impact point!
‘Boom—! ’

explosion.

The haystack was hit by a second fireball immediately after the explosion.

A pale figure suddenly leaped out from behind the haystack. It was swift and agile. However, Wu Chen had anticipated this and had already prepared another appropriate spell.

A low-level spell he had obtained from Hera Mori's notes but had never used.

Arcane Missiles. It might lack power, but due to its structure, it has a tracking and locking effect.

The magic bullet with a tail of light drew an arc in the air. No matter how the pale figure twisted and dodged, it still managed to hit its ice shell armor which was weakened by the fireball!

"Well done, Master Daxter!" Vasco whistled fiercely and pulled a crossbow from his back, which was more powerful than a longbow. As he loaded it, many arrows were fired by the riders at the injured pale figure, causing the injured individual to scream horribly.

Wu Chen's fingers trembled.

His heart suddenly beat violently, and the sense of danger suddenly magnified in his senses. A powerful attack was about to strike, and it would hit his chest.

Rock Armor might be broken.

Steel armor may not provide complete protection.

but……

——Almost.

Invisible shackles, broken within cognition. Wu Chen's inherent standard magical power reserve reached 1,501 points.

Intermediate wizard, achievement.

The moment he crossed the line, he clearly felt his soul strength fluctuate slightly as his magic power accumulated. It was at that moment that he finally understood why the bandit leader had been horrified by his ability to cast fireballs when he was in the Misty Tower.

Everything really does make a difference.

His sense of time didn't slow down, nor did his movements speed up. Instead, he felt his thinking become faster and more agile. He could now capture details that were previously difficult to discover.

"Be careful--!" He heard Tolan roar a warning.

He raised his hand silently.

He saw a cold light flashing in the direction of the pale figure.

And accompanied by a shrill sound of breaking through the air, a sharp object shot out, sweeping away the falling snow in front of Wu Chen—

It stagnates there.

It stopped in the air in front of Wu Chen's raised hand.

At this moment, telekinesis became a telekinetic spell with practical combat value. And a sharp sword, seemingly made of ice and snow, appeared before Wu Chen.

Magic ice?

No, it wasn't. Magic ice was a pale blue, a high-end product only wielded by ancient Nord heroes. The one before him was simply a product of dark magic infused into ice.

The thought turned, and the ice sword was abandoned around him. The pale figure who made the throwing motion was stunned for a moment, and at that moment, Wu Chen raised his hand again.

The hand holding the staff.

Previously, with this staff, he could fire fireballs just like in the early days of acquiring the mask. But now...

——As expected, I still want to buy Twin Souls.

He understood how Gerd had managed to repeat the twin fireballs.

He can't do that. But he can increase the power of his spells.

Incineration Fireball, one shot.

The energy consumption had been reduced to a level similar to the previous Fireball spell, but the trajectory speed had increased significantly. The white figure, having emerged from its stunned state, tried to dodge, but it still hit the target at his feet!

"BOOM!!!!"

The clinging white flames suddenly exploded, disintegrating the pale form into several uneven pieces. During this brief confrontation, the remaining 'ghosts' were already being exterminated by the other soldiers. They fell into the flames and were even more afraid of fire than Wu Chen had expected.

The battle is over.

Maybe the end.

Wu Chen drove his warhorse slightly forward and saw that the pale debris was still twisting.

It's still alive.

Soldiers are working hard to put out the fire.

Tuolan followed, his wings protecting Wu Chen. A strange creature, white as snow, with tough skin and a faint blue light flickering in its eye sockets, appeared before their eyes.

"Strange...it doesn't seem to be afraid of fire."

"What the hell is this?"

(End of this chapter)