I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 202 The Prelude to War and Departure

Meanwhile, extremely far from the wizard camp.

In a deep underground cavern almost at the very core of the plane, a completely different scene is unfolding.

This cave is so enormous that its very existence is a geological miracle.

The cave is deep and vast, its interior perfectly divided into two areas by scorching lava flows and frigid ice crystals.

In these two areas, countless lava giants and yetis are gathered here in distinct groups.

Their sheer number is staggering.

More importantly, looking around, none of the creatures in the cave, whether they were the enormous lava giants or the snow monsters clad in ice armor, were below level three!

With so many powerful creatures gathered in such a small area, every breath carried the oppressive feeling unique to high-level elemental beings.

Besides these monsters that wait quietly like a tide inside the cave, there are even more level-two Yetis and Lava Giants hidden in their respective areas below the ground, closer to the dividing line.

The two monstrous forces were like two torrents about to burst their banks, ready for battle.

Clearly, all those high-level Yetis and Lava Giants that were "missing" in the eyes of the wizards, including level three, four and higher, have now gathered here!

This is the essence of both civilizations, the very backbone of them!

Between the two diametrically opposed species, the Lava Giants and the Yetis, on the invisible dividing line formed by the interwoven red and black lava and the crystalline white frost, two imposing figures faced each other from afar.

A king composed of pure flame and rock, his body covered with fiery magma patterns resembling cracks—the Lava Giant King, "Karamos".

Another being, also several meters tall, exuding a chilling aura that could freeze everything, and whose every tendon was filled with explosive power, was the overlord—the Yeti King "Agrom".

This is the Frostfire Plane, the supreme ruler of the two major indigenous civilizations, and also the embodiment of their core fighting force.

Their eyes met in the air.

As everyone knows, the Yeti and the Lava Giant are sworn enemies.

This hatred has lasted for thousands of years, and has even become part of their deepest instincts, imprinted on the deepest level of their souls.

Even with their king's orders, they were temporarily ordered to stop attacking each other.

The two high-level experts gathered here at this moment are still eyeing each other menacingly, their eyes filled with intense killing intent and disdain.

The atmosphere was unusually tense; if it weren't for the presence of two powerful figures, they would probably have already turned against each other.

However, what is incredibly strange is that Agron, the Yeti King, and Karamos, the Lava Giant King, who are the highest representatives of this "blood feud," are unusually calm.

There was no hostility or hatred in their eyes, as if they were facing an ordinary acquaintance, conducting a routine meeting.

After the two sides met, there was no insincere small talk; they went straight to the point.

"Agrom, our lava giants are all assembled and in position. The ley lines are adjusted and ready to activate 'charging' at any time." Karamos's voice was deep and powerful, like the pulse of a volcano.

“Very good. Our Yeti forces are also fully assembled.” The Yeti King Agron’s voice had a metallic quality to it.

"However, because we need to withstand higher energy levels, our 'strategic weapons' will need to be readjusted. This will probably take... half a cycle."

The so-called "cycle" is a unique timekeeping method in the Frostfire Plane.

Because there is no sunrise or sunset, the local creatures calculate time based on the pulse of the elements.

A cycle refers to a complete period of elemental pulsation, roughly equivalent to four standard years in the Wizarding World.

Karamos, the king of the lava giants, listened calmly, without the slightest surprise or dissatisfaction.

His burning eyes flickered only slightly, as if he had been aware of the delay all along.

"Half a cycle is acceptable," Karamos nodded nonchalantly, appearing quite tolerant.

After all, considering the lifespan of elemental organisms, two years is just a blink of an eye for them.

The exchange between the two monster kings ended in an unusually calm and brief manner.

There were no arguments, no hesitations, and the efficiency was almost unbelievable.

Just as they were each preparing to retreat to their respective territories with their subordinates, the Yeti King Agron ultimately could not completely suppress the unease surging deep within his heart.

His massive body paused slightly, and he turned his head, his emerald green eyes fixed on the churning magma inside the lava giant's body, a hint of profound mystery in his gaze.

After a moment of silence, he simply said in a deep voice, "I hope our plan will succeed."

The deep voice of Karamos, the Lava Giant King, continued unabated, emanating an almost tyrannical absolute confidence from his burning chest:
"Of course, we... will absolutely not allow ourselves to fail!"

……

……

Just as the two monster kings were slowly retreating with their respective troops.

Among the Yeti, one that looked extremely inconspicuous and was even smaller than the other Yetis around it suddenly lowered its head.

It completely concealed its blue eyes beneath thick fur, preventing any hint of its thoughtful gaze from showing.

This Yeti is not a real Yeti, but an experienced spy sent by the camp, a soul-type wizard disguised as a Yeti, to infiltrate!

He was lucky; he had infiltrated the Yeti group long ago and had just witnessed the entire exchange between the Yeti King Agron and the Lava Giant King Karamos.

"The cooperation between the two sides is not too surprising. The higher-ups in the wizarding world had anticipated this..." The soul wizard pondered silently.

It is a logical strategy for these two races to temporarily join forces when faced with a common external threat.

“However…” He recalled some details of Agron and Karamos’ conversation, especially the words “strategic weapons” and “saving the world.”

"Are the 'strategic weapons' of the Yeti civilization really that powerful?" He felt a genuine sense of doubt.

"It's actually entrusted with the hope of 'saving the world'? Although it sounds like it needs the cooperation of the lava giants, given that it has witnessed the power of the wizards and still has such confidence, this thing is definitely not simple..."

However, compared to the destructive power of the strategic weapons whose specific details are still unknown, he was more puzzled by the attitudes of the two monster kings.

"Something feels really strange... There's definitely something I don't know about this..."

After thinking for a moment, he used witchcraft to diminish his presence and quietly slipped away from the Yeti horde.

"Just in case, let's inform the camp first and have them prepare in advance..."

……

Two years is enough for an ordinary person to witness the transformation of the world.

For wizards, it was merely a break between a few rounds of meditation and experimentation.

Over the past two years, under the coordination of Master Augustine, the wizarding camp has been thoroughly strengthened and expanded.

The towering defensive towers, like giant steel fingers, pierced the sky, while the complex composite barrier, like an indestructible iron barrel, perfectly enveloped the entire camp.

The energy core is reinforced by multiple rune arrays, enabling it to withstand the full force of a level 5 wizard's attack.

The camp area has been expanded several times, and the internal facilities have become more complete, enough to accommodate more batches of reinforcements.

Jemin spent those two years safely at the camp.

As planned, he participated in the construction of the camp's protective array nodes while conducting research in his own laboratory.

What pleased him even more was that in the two years before Augustine left, the anxiety and anticipation of the wizards in the camp continuously provided him with a large amount of worldly energy.

However, no matter how thorough the preparations, they cannot stop the predetermined process.

On this day, the entire camp was shrouded in a depressing and somber atmosphere.

Augustine, the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, was finally ready to leave after completing all the handover procedures.

Standing atop a watchtower high above the camp, Jemin, like many other wizards, gazed up at the leaden sky of the Frost Plane.

There, a huge, twisted, wound-like fissure appeared.

For the past four years, it has been the only channel for communication between the wizarding camp and the outside world.

The faintly visible circular light within the crack is the outer shell of the "ship plane".

It hangs silently in the sky above the Frost Plane, like a giant "eye".

However, the pupil of this "eye" is now visibly shrinking.

hum...

With a deep rumble that seemed to distort space itself, the massive crack began to slowly shrink.

The light that formed the pupil gradually dimmed, and the crack that resembled an eye was irreversibly and slowly closing.

The ship plane is breaking away from the frost plane.

Jemin could clearly feel that as the plane carrying Master Augustine moved further away, his discomfort became increasingly severe.

An invisible repulsive force originating from the dimensional rules, like an all-pervasive tide, began to envelop his body.

At first, it was just a slight pressure, but as the crack closed, the pressure continued to increase, as if the entire Frostfire Plane was consciously rejecting him, the "outsider"!
He felt a faint stagnation within his body, as if the flow of his blood was being hindered and his mental energy was becoming less smooth.

"It's like wearing your thermal underwear inside out, and the inside of the clothes is covered in lint, which is very uncomfortable..." Such an absurd description inappropriately popped into Jemin's mind.

He felt uncomfortable all over, with an awkward and uncomfortable feeling, as if every cell under his skin was complaining.

Until the crack in the sky completely closed and the light disappeared entirely, the sky returned to its oppressive, leaden gray color.

The feeling of dimensional repulsion reached a new peak.

Jemin immediately used alchemy to sense the energy. He mobilized his spiritual power and, according to the principles of alchemy, tried to manipulate the elemental fluctuations in the surrounding space.

He immediately discovered that casting the spell was significantly more difficult than before.

The element extraction and energy construction that used to be as easy as using an arm have now become somewhat sluggish.

What troubled him even more was that the effects of the sorcery seemed to have been affected, and his leverage over the surrounding elements had decreased by nearly 30%!

This means that his actual combat power in the Frostfire Plane was reduced by 30% for no reason!

All witchcraft will consume more energy and be less powerful!

"Heh, do you understand now?"

A soft laugh, tinged with a hint of smugness, came from not far away.

Viola appeared beside Jemin at some point, her gaze sweeping over him with a hint of amusement, seemingly finding his discomfort quite amusing.

“This is planar repulsion,” Viola’s voice gently told Jemin, clearing up his doubts. “The reason we didn’t feel this level of discomfort before is because Lord Augustine, a sixth-level wizard, solidified his own rules and spread them to all of us wizards in the Frost Plane, forming an invisible ‘protection’.”

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching the sky, as if she could sense the edge of some invisible rule.

"But now, with his departure, the 'protection' formed by that layer of rules has also disappeared. The wizards present can clearly feel the disadvantage that the 'attacker' has to bear in a proper interplane war!"

Dimensional repulsion is an unavoidable dilemma when attacking other dimensions.

Native creatures fighting on their home turf naturally receive the blessing of the plane's will, while outsiders are weakened invisibly.

Viola's gaze shifted to the camp below, to the wizards who also looked uncomfortable, even somewhat incredulous.

A smile played on her lips, and a strange light flickered in her eyes.

"What a breathtaking view..." she murmured to herself, her voice filled with undisguised satisfaction.

Seeing the increasingly unpleasant expressions on the faces of the wizards around her, and the invisible "pain" brought about by the physical discomfort, Viola's face even flushed abnormally.

Jemin ignored her morbid pleasure. He frowned deeply and turned his worried gaze toward the core area of ​​the Blazing Sun Realm.

Augustine, a level six wizard, left so decisively, even at the cost of plunging the entire camp into trouble.

That basically confirms that there must be some deeper plan behind this.

"Whether he intends to lure the enemy in deep, or he has other, bolder and more adventurous ideas..." Jemin sighed inwardly, "I just hope this Augustine wizard has a little bit of humanity, otherwise, the situation for us wizards who were left behind by him will be very dangerous."

Having lost its strongest combat force, and weakened by 30% due to dimensional repulsion, coupled with dimensional anomalies...

All of this foreshadows that the war to come will be far more brutal than they imagined!

(End of this chapter)