Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

Jovin suddenly sprang out from behind a boulder beside the mountain wall, like a lurking beast. His arms were already wrapped in layers of thick rock, the rough texture of the bluish-gray stone layers seemingly coexisting with the mountain, every inch exuding a heavy power.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, leaping heavily upwards, his body soaring up like a falling boulder before crashing to the ground with terrifying force.

"boom--"

A deafening roar erupted from the center of the dwarf camp, shaking the surrounding ground. The rock on his arm shattered, sending fragments flying like suddenly exploding gray ammunition, hurtling towards the dwarves in all directions.

"Hiss—hiss..."

The frost-skinned dwarves were struck by flying pebbles, but the weakness in their bodies did not stop them from drawing spell runes. Several ice shields immediately appeared beside them, emitting wisps of cold air.

"Bang—bang bang..."

Dense pebbles rained down on the ice shield like a sudden downpour, each impact producing a crisp sound. The sharp-edged pebbles gnawed fiercely at the smooth surface of the ice shield, leaving shallow pits on its surface, with spiderweb-like cracks along the edges of the pits.

The powerful impact of the rubble caused the ice shield to tremble violently. As a shallow pit appeared, countless tiny ice crystals were shaken out. The ice shield temporarily withstood the attacker's attack, and the frost-skinned dwarf's sense of powerlessness was gradually fading.

The small pits on the ice shield became more and more numerous, and the originally smooth ice surface gradually became uneven. But the real attack was just beginning. Jovin's fist slammed hard into the ice shield of the dwarf in front of him.

"Click—"

The impact of Jovin's punch was several times stronger than shattering rocks. The ice shield was shattered by his fist, turning into several large ice crystals that fell to the ground.

The one whose ice shield was shattered was a battle-hardened frost-skinned dwarf. He had already realized that the rock elf who jumped down from above was a body-refining wizard. What he needed to be wary of was not the magic in the rock elf's hand, but his well-proportioned iron fist.

The battle-hardened frost-skinned dwarf realized this and immediately prepared before casting Ice Shield. Now, seeing the rock elf shatter the ice shield in front of him, he immediately drew his short sword from his waist, ready to deliver the final blow.

The ice shield shattered completely, and the resolute face of the Rock Elf appeared before him. Just as he was about to launch a counterattack, a beam of earthy yellow light struck his hand.

The light hitting him didn't hurt much, nor did it have any impact, but the frost-skinned dwarf found that his hands were now immobile, a feeling of powerlessness that was even more severe than before.

Looking down, he realized that his right hand, which was gripping the short sword, along with his entire right leg, had turned into gray rock.

His right hand, now turned to stone, was so heavy that it made it difficult for him to exert any force. In that instant, Jovin's fist came straight for his face.

"Pfft—"

The frost-skinned dwarf hurriedly dodged, but the fist turned and pierced his chest. A large amount of blood gushed from the frost-skinned dwarf's mouth, staining his neck red. His head drooped, and he stopped breathing.

The remaining frost-skinned dwarves were preparing to surround the rock elf who had cruelly murdered their companions, as several spiraling ice spikes shot out from the cold wind ahead, creating powerful gusts of air.

"Hiss... hiss hiss—"

The spinning ice spikes were incredibly fast, and the frost-skinned dwarf, unable to dodge in time, was struck by one of them, leaving several deep, bloody gashes on his rough, bluish-white skin.

The force of the icicles made them stagger back half a step, a muffled growl escaping their throats, their wrinkled faces contorted in pain.

A thin layer of white frost quickly appeared on the wound, which just stopped the bleeding, but could not stop more ice spikes from spiraling in.

The hissing sounds continued as new wounds opened on their chests and shoulders, leaving terrifying bloody holes in their muscular bodies.

The frost-skinned dwarves fell one after another, leaving only their captain. He had rushed towards Jovin earlier, casting a weakness curse in the direction of Heleto, and then easily used Frost Lick to scratch Jovin's tough skin.

The frost had already frozen Jovin's body. The dwarf captain grabbed Jovin's thick neck, knowing he wouldn't survive the day, and wanted to snap Jovin's neck to give him the most painful death.

But Jowen wouldn't let him have his way. He gathered the earth element around him, and his neck was quickly covered with a solid layer of rock.

"Crunch, crunch..."

The Frostskin Dwarf Captain's rough hands gripped the hard rock around the Rock Elf's neck, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Cracks quickly appeared in the rock around his neck. Jovin trembled slightly from the intense pain and suffocation in his neck, his teeth grinding together, his eyes filled with defiance.

The dwarf captain lifted him up, and was about to ask about the whereabouts of his companions when the scene just now occurred, but the spiral ice spikes only caused some minor injuries to the frost-skinned dwarf captain.

At this moment, three dark figures emerged from the cold wind; they were Hughes, Vivian, and Elena, who had been hiding in the shadows.

Hughes pulled a flaming ointment wrapped in a small cloth bag from his storage pouch at his waist and threw it at the Frostskin Dwarf Captain.

The Frosty Dwarf Captain had already sensed the arrival of the three. He noticed that one of them had thrown something, but without even looking, he covered his right hand, which wasn't holding Joven, with frost and raised it to block it.

"boom."

The Blazing Ointment was smashed by the Frostskin Dwarf Captain, causing a massive explosion in the air and generating thick black smoke.

The force of the explosion shattered the frost in the frost-skinned dwarf captain's hand, leaving him with a slight burn on his right hand. Thick smoke quickly enveloped his entire body...

Suddenly—the Frosty Dwarf Captain's eyes widened sharply.

"Thump—"

Jovin's back slammed heavily into the snow, pressing a deep crater into the fluffy snow. He quickly inhaled the cold air around him.

Each breath felt like tiny ice shards piercing my throat, yet it relieved the suffocating feeling I had just experienced when my throat was being choked.

He struggled to prop himself up, his right hand instinctively reaching for his neck.

"hiss--"

A sharp pain shot through the area, and a drop of blood mixed with fine stone fragments came out of my fingertip.

The Frosty Dwarf Captain looked down at his hands; he could still lift them but couldn't clench them—this was the powerlessness he had felt earlier!

He realized that, fortunately, he was only a little weak and would recover quickly, just like before. He turned his head to use witchcraft to deal with the enemies around him, but found that his gaze was rapidly shifting downwards.

He saw Yan looking at him with mocking eyes, his right hand still clutching the neck he had almost snapped, and—in the corner of his eye, a headless corpse kneeling on the ground.

"I... am dead? When?"

He lost his life in confusion.