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

Chapter 51 Ambush
Thousands of wizard apprentices from Norren Academy, fueled by the blind confidence gained from their previous false victory, surged into the valley that intelligence indicated was the location of the "native chieftain."

Their eyes gleamed with a thirst for high scores and glorious achievements, completely unaware that they were walking headlong into a trap set by hunters.

The dense horde of magical beasts outside the valley had no effect on the group of wizard apprentices, who quickly crossed various traps and entered the valley.

Deep in the valley, several indigenous "chiefs" clad in fine armor, along with a small but fully armed army of superhumans behind them, came into the apprentices' view.

"There are enemies! They must be the leaders mentioned in the intelligence!"

"Be careful of your surroundings, there might be an ambush. Activate your shields first, just in case!"

"Charge! Kill those leaders!"

The apprentices roared with excitement and charged fiercely towards the enemy, led by Augusta and Horn.

Augusta's body crackled with lightning speed, while the rocks beneath Horn's feet tumbled like tidal waves.

The other apprentices also unleashed their magic, and torrents of various elements converged in the valley, aiming at the enemy not far away.

However, just as the two armies were about to clash, a sudden change occurred!

rustling...

Countless dark figures suddenly appeared on the previously silent hillside.

They were a suffocatingly large group of indigenous warriors, dressed in various animal skins or grasses, and holding longbows or javelins.

These soldiers concealed themselves with animal hides and grass, and used the power of priests and shamans to suppress their life force, perfectly hiding themselves and evading the less-than-sophisticated reconnaissance of the wizard apprentices.

"Fire arrows!"

With a low growl carrying an ancient shamanic incantation, tens of thousands of indigenous warriors lying in ambush on the hillside simultaneously drew back their longbows.

In an instant, arrows rained down on the group of wizard apprentices in the valley!
These were no ordinary arrows; the indigenous people had used every possession they could find for this battle.

Each arrow is imbued with spells and supernatural power enhanced by shamans and priests, and the arrowhead itself is crafted from various special minerals or biological materials, possessing the ability to penetrate energy defenses.

Such demon-slaying arrows were previously only used as a trump card by the kingdom's most elite knightly orders, but now, even ordinary soldiers in the allied forces ambushing in the valley are carrying several demon-slaying arrows.

In an instant, the sounds of air being torn apart, impacts, and ripping filled the air.

The wizard apprentices' shields became extremely fragile under the rain of arrows, shattering one after another.

Some apprentices were even too slow to react and were pierced through the body by arrows, falling into pools of blood.

Even the apprentices who had activated their protective magical artifacts felt a powerful force emanating from their shields, causing their mental energy to surge and their formation to fall into disarray.

The indigenous people's traps were quite simple, nothing more than the most basic and brutal ambush.

However, the unexpectedly large troop strength, coupled with the completely unexpected attack, produced results beyond imagination.

The apprentices, who had initially thought they were fully prepared, were suddenly put at a huge disadvantage.

"Spread out! Find cover!"

"Damn it! Why are there so many people?!"

"Retreat! Get out of here!"

Without unified command, the apprentices scattered in panic, trying to escape the range of the arrow rain.

"My flight skill... it's a no-fly zone again! When was this set up? It wasn't there when I entered the valley!" "Damn it! Why is the area of ​​this spatial confinement so large?!"

Desperate cries rose and fell.

After being ambushed multiple times, the apprentices had basically figured out that the spatial confinement range was less than fifty meters, and that they could escape the battlefield once they broke through this distance.

But in this valley, the spatial confinement set up by the priest Oswaldo at the cost of exhausting his own power has a diameter that even exceeds a terrifying one kilometer.

In addition, the shamans exhausted all their resources and collections, and even sacrificed their ancestral totems, to instantly set up an extremely wide-ranging anti-air zone, which temporarily trapped the apprentices here.

The apprentices' predictions were correct; there were indeed traps here, as well as various restrictions on air travel and spatial confinement.

However, the intelligence gathered from their previous battles with the indigenous people led them to make a huge misjudgment of the danger level of the trap.

With nowhere to go but nowhere to hide, the apprentices were in dire straits.

Even Augusta and Horn, the two most brilliant geniuses, seemed powerless in the face of this sudden disadvantage.

Based on the intelligence gathered previously, the indigenous coalition made various targeted preparations.

A squad of elite soldiers, clad in armor made of special materials and imbued with shamanic curses, specifically targeted the incredibly fast Augusta, weakening her lightning power and limiting her mobility.

Meanwhile, another group of natives, armed with armor-piercing weapons and possessing special magic, relentlessly pursued Horn, constantly wearing down his prized defenses.

The apprentices' formation completely collapsed. They were forced to retreat under the combined attack of arrows and the melee natives rushing down the mountain, their blood staining the valley floor.

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A temporary command post above the valley.

Several leaders of the indigenous coalition were excitedly watching the shamans below, who looked like sheep being slaughtered.

Priest Oswaldo's face was as pale as paper, and his body was visibly weak. He was panting, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead—the price he paid for setting up the massive spatial confinement was extremely high, almost exhausting all his life force and the power bestowed by the gods.

"We did it! We did it!" The young knight commander's eyes gleamed with fervent light.

"These foolish outsiders! They think they can trample on our world at will!" The shaman leader also revealed a ferocious smile.

People looked at Oswaldo with grateful eyes.

Although he paid a heavy price, the massive spatial confinement he unleashed was the key to this victory.

"Lord Oswald, you've worked hard!"

"Thanks to you, we were able to wipe out these despicable wizards in one fell swoop!"

Oswaldo weakly shook his head, said nothing, and simply looked down silently.

The young knight commander no longer hesitated. He shouted to his subordinates, "All troops, attack! Don't give them any chance to breathe! Crush them!"

Nearly ten thousand of the most elite indigenous warriors surged down the hillside like a tide, engaging in a bloody battle with the remaining apprentices in the valley.

Relying on the massive rock fortress that Horn had painstakingly constructed with witchcraft, some wizard apprentices were putting up a last-ditch effort, but it was nothing more than a desperate struggle; they had no way out.

(End of this chapter)