Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

The mornings in Snowy Forest are always shrouded in a thin layer of icy mist, which is why many ice elemental creatures like to live here.

There was no biting wind in the forest today, and a pack of frost wolves was walking from the plains outside towards the Snowy Tree Forest.

Their heavy breathing condensed into white mist in the cold air. Suddenly, the lead frost wolves stopped abruptly, their bushy tails trembling slightly in the cold wind, as if a crisis was imminent.

A fragrant aroma wafted over, filling their nostrils. The aroma was so strong that the youngest wolf cub couldn't help but take two steps forward, only to be gently pushed back by its mother with the tip of her nose.

The lead frost wolves turned their heads, their emerald green eyes looking at the frost wolf leader surrounded by the pack.

Its shoulders and back were broader than any other wolf in the pack, and its fluffy gray-white mane stood out against its neck and back, like a fur cloak worn by the cold wind.

However, it had a huge wound on its back, where scorching fire elements still burned its body. Its fur was darker than that of its kind, which slightly covered the wound.

Its tail tip is a cold, hard silver-gray, and only under sunlight can you see the faint frost-white flowing at the roots of its hairs.

What's most striking is its eyes—not the slightly malevolent emerald green of ordinary frost wolves, but a proud ice blue, with pupils that contract like two sharp icicles.

Its high, straight nose twitched, and a strange fragrance filled its nasal cavity. This familiar scent made the Frostwolf leader reveal a human-like smile, and its icy blue teeth flashed with sharpness.

"Another apprentice has arrived."

Its eyes flickered slightly, and its scarlet tongue licked its lips, as if savoring the taste of the wizard apprentice it had eaten before. The flesh and blood of the wizard apprentice, which contained high-quality magic, was a great tonic for magical beasts.

After gesturing to the lead frost wolf, the lead frost wolf let out a low howl and took the first step into the forest, with the pack following closely behind.

At this moment, in a temporary habitat of the Frostwolf, there was a lot of medicinal powder that was specially used to attract the Frostwolf, and it emitted a fragrance.

Wizards have discovered that some highly intelligent magical beasts can recognize these powders used to lure their own kind and use them to ambush wizards. Therefore, the academy regularly experiments with and updates these powders to make them indistinguishable to magical beasts.

But what Rice didn't know was that the powder placed here had been mixed with powder that Diriel had prepared in advance, and the powder being emitted was the animal-attracting powder from previous generations.

At this moment, several figures were hidden in the grass around the habitat. They were Rice and his men, who were waiting for their prey. They were covered in a drug that masked their scent.

These powders and liquids are simply mixtures of materials and are not considered potions. Even the royal apothecaries of the mortal empire can make them.

Moll sniffed the powder carefully; because there was a potion master in his house, he was very sensitive to the scent of medicine.

But he wasn't a potion master after all, and given the smell of potion on him, although he sensed something was off, he didn't think much of it.

Several apprentices were nervously discussing the current situation.

"Do you think we can win? The Frostwolf leader is at the level of a third-class wizard apprentice. Even if he's injured, he'll be in serious trouble."

"Since we're already here, without Young Master Rice, do you think it would take us ages to accumulate enough magic stones to buy those paid courses and advanced witchcraft?"

"How about we have a kill contest later? We'll use the left ear on the Frostwolf's head as proof."

"..."

As they were talking, a wild chill shot straight to the heads of the apprentices around them. Then, a huge forepaw emerged from the shadows and stepped into the snow without making a sound.

Those cold, icy blue eyes appeared in the shadows, followed by countless emerald green pupils behind them—a pack of bloodthirsty frost wolves.

The Frostwolf leader emerged from the shadows first, arriving at the very center of its roost, followed closely by countless bloodthirsty Frostwolves. The Frostwolf leader looked around, the frost on its mane falling in a flurry with each movement.

Rice found it strange. Usually, ordinary Frostwolves would lead the charge, while the Frostwolf leader would issue commands under the protection of a few trusted foes, and fire a few ice blades when necessary. But today, the Frostwolf leader was leading the charge.

Suddenly! The Frostwolf leader's cold pupils narrowed, and his eyes abruptly turned to a certain spot—Rice, who was hiding in the bushes!

Seeing the Frostwolf leader looking in his direction, and seeing those mocking eyes, Rhys's unease grew. Being locked onto by those cold pupils, he felt as if his whole body was being pierced by a chilling light, making it difficult for him to move.

The previous successes clearly made this young master of the family forget one of the ironclad rules for survival in the wizarding world—always prepare defensive magic before battle.

The Frostwolf opened its massive jaws, its icy blue teeth appearing terrifying. Icy blue light emanated from its mouth as a surge of ice elemental energy poured from its throat, instantly filling its entire oral cavity.

"Whoosh!"

A broad ice blade, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slashed towards Rice. The ground, following the path of the blade, was covered with another layer of ice crystals, and the aura of death rushed towards Rice.

Driven by his will to survive, Rice finally regained consciousness and hurriedly mobilized his mental energy to cast the Light Shield spell on his ring. A heavy shield made of light elements blocked Rice's path.

"clang!"

The ice blade and the light shield collided instantly. The ice and light elements intertwined, eroding each other's elemental power. Rhys was protected outside the light shield and was preparing to give orders.

However, this was an ice blade that Frostwolf spat out with the intention of killing with a single blow.

"Bang! Crack!"

In less than two seconds, the light shield snapped, and the heavy shield, cut in two by the ice blade, vanished instantly, leaving only some tiny light element particles.

The ice blade, carrying a chilling wind, slammed into Rice's chest. The runic armor glowed with a purple light. Rice felt as if he had been kicked hard in the chest. The enormous impact sent him flying backward, leaving a trail in the snow.

Even the large trees nearby were not spared; their thick trunks were severed in half by the passing ice blades.

The clean cut was covered with white frost, revealing the tree rings. The frost seemed to have frozen the tree's growth at that moment.

The runes on his rune armor were damaged and all of them had faded. There was also a slanted cut on his chest, from which blood slowly seeped out, staining the snow red.

The immense impact of the ice blade knocked Rice unconscious. His vision began to blur, blood gushed from his mouth, and the excited howls of wolves and the frantic chanting of his teammates filled his ears.

Clearly, after the Frostwolf leader spat out the ice blade, the other ordinary Frostwolf rushed towards the crowd, eager for the precious flesh and blood of the wizard apprentices, just like their leader.