Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

After Wolse completed the assimilation of Kota, he ordered the remaining Frostskin Dwarves to surround him. Under Wolse's control, the group slowly walked towards him.

Looking at the frost-skinned dwarves around him, Wols felt for the first time the privileges that only a formal wizard could have.

Corrupted tree spirits only gain consciousness after advancing to become official wizards, but perhaps due to the favor of the tree god, Worth possessed independent thinking ability from birth.

From the moment he was born, he discovered that he was different from other tree spirits. After being born, the corrupted tree spirit had only one thing on his mind—constantly evolving and corrupting the environment.

He had thought so too, until he and his clansmen witnessed the power of the wizard apprentice during a chance hunt. He could throw the flames they feared most from his hand, and all his companions rushed at them only to perish in the sea of ​​fire.

But Worth was not among them, for it sensed fear, and its mind drove it to hide in the woods until the apprentice approached the magic resting place, at which point it slowly stepped forward and plunged its hand through his heart...

He found a copy of "The Basics of the Common Language" on the corpse, and the moment he saw these strange symbols, a word flashed through his mind—Wols.

Through this book, Worth learned the Common Tongue and stumbled his way to the Whispering Woods. There, he also learned about the assimilation abilities of his race from wizard apprentices. He longed to acquire that power and then dominate everything.

Finally, one day, he felt that oppressive feeling emanating from a frost-skinned dwarf—an oppressive feeling that came from the depths of his blood, the oppressive feeling of a superior species…

Symbiotic vines are divided into mother vines and daughter vines. The mother vine will grow daughter vines to extend the range of nutrient absorption. Perhaps it is this mother-daughter vine relationship that allows it to fuse with the blood symbolizing the corrupted tree spirit.

At this moment, the purple mother vine on Wols' chest rose again, its tendrils at the top swaying as if sending some kind of signal.

The surrounding decaying tree spirits seemed drawn by an unseen force, all heading towards Wols. They moved their moss-covered legs, making a creaking sound as they scraped against the ground.

In a short while, dozens of corrupted tree spirits knelt before Wols. Their twisted heads hung low, as if submitting to some higher being.

Wols's fingertips traced the veins of the mother vine, and he could feel a strange information flowing into his mind along the vine—a roar belonging to the surrounding corrupted tree demons, a mixture of awe and fear.

Wols finally gained complete control over the corrupted dryads of Whispering Wood, but...

Woolworth looked at the frostskin dwarves and gave them the order to pursue the wizard apprentices. All the frostskin dwarves immediately turned around and strode toward the outskirts of Whispering Woods.

Their iron boots rustled softly over the decaying leaves as they moved further away from the still-kneeling, corrupted tree spirits.

……

Wols stood there, watching their figures gradually emerge from the nest, his fingertips made of branches unconsciously rubbing against the mother vine on his chest.

……

Hughes and his group of five were rushing toward the stronghold. The stench of decay was getting closer and closer. Hughes ran with all his might, casting Shadow Step and Lightness Spells on himself.

Suddenly, the bushes on both sides in front rustled, and five frost-skinned dwarves emerged from the side. However, their bodies were covered with strange dark purple veins, and some of their large wounds were oozing pus.

Two of the frost-skinned dwarves had their left ears missing; these were the two that Jovin and Heleto had killed yesterday.

"There are some behind too!" Heleto shouted.

Hearing this, Hughes turned around and saw three frost-skinned dwarves walking towards him. One of the dwarves was rather thin, with his pale hair neatly combed, but there was a large hole in his chest. He was Kota, a third-class wizard apprentice.

"I'll handle the rest; you guys take care of the first five."

Seeing that there was only a third-class wizard apprentice, Elena didn't hesitate and rushed forward with her feet on the ice crystals.

The other four turned to the five frost-skinned dwarves ahead. They all realized that these assimilated frost-skinned dwarves were just stalling for time; the corrupted dryads had not yet appeared, and they had to finish them off quickly.

Jovin roared, his eyes flashing with an earthy yellow light, and a yellow ray shot out from the pattern on his forehead, striking precisely the chest of the unarmored frost-skinned dwarf at the front.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only crisp "crackling" sounds, and the rough skin on the dwarf's chest hardened and bulged at a visible speed.

Moments later, large patches of gray rock spread out from where the ray struck, instantly engulfing his chest.

Petrification spread to his arms, and the frost-skinned dwarf's raised arm froze in mid-air. Jovin seized the opportunity to lunge forward and punched him through the chest, sending rubble and blood scattering across the ground.

The Frostskin Dwarf is completely dead. The assimilated creatures have very unstable vitality and will die completely if they suffer large-scale damage. They do not attack vital parts like undead creatures.

The frost-skinned dwarf beside him exhaled a breath of frost. Jovin swiftly conjured a stone shield, which blocked the frost breath, causing a layer of white frost to form on the shield.

After exhaling the frost, the Frosty Dwarf's muscles bulged high, and he punched Jovin's stone shield.

"Click"

The stone shield in front of Jovin shattered inch by inch, with ice crystal fragments mixed with stone chips flying everywhere.

Before he could think, he charged toward the dwarf opposite him, his right hand suddenly clenching. A yellowish-brown light flowed along his arm, and even tiny pebbles appeared at his fingertips, accompanied by a tearing sound as they pierced the frost-skinned dwarf.

The dwarf opposite him emanated a chilling aura, and a white, icy mist instantly enveloped his massive body.

With a flick of his arms, thin ice crystals quickly covered his hands like armor, even forming sharp ice shards at his knuckles, and he charged forward fiercely against Jovin's punch.

Unlike Jovin, Heleto didn't rush to the front. The golden magic patterns on his black robe lit up, and the intricate patterns intertwined into a shimmering net of light, enveloping his entire body in a holy halo.

He pointed his finger forward, and a huge beam of light, gathered from the elements of light, shot out like an arrow, carrying a holy radiance as it slammed into a frost-skinned dwarf.

"Hiss—hiss!"

The light exploded, instantly leaving large areas of charred marks on the Frostskin Dwarf's rough skin.

But the wounds on his body did not affect the Frostskin Dwarf's spellcasting. His magic was completed at this moment, and a half-meter-long ice spear condensed in his hand. The dwarf roared and threw the ice spear at Heleto.

Heleto dodged the ice spear, which pierced the snow behind him with a heavy thud, just as Heleto was about to unleash his Light Arrow spell.

"Bang—"

The ice spear exploded, sending large chunks of ice crystals carrying a chill towards Heleto.