Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 102 The Vanished Escort

Looking at it from Ronan's perspective.

The crack hung high in the sky, as if a rift had been torn open in the heavens.

Red lightning continuously struck the magic shield, unleashing bursts of roars that caused the airship to tremble incessantly.

The people in the airship were startled and rushed to the deck.

A group of unknown creatures were seen attacking the magic shield, and the shield didn't look like it would last much longer.

Everyone immediately panicked.

"It's a Pteranodon!"

Someone in the crowd recognized the strange pterosaur and shouted loudly.

Ronan looked at the person who said this, and it turned out to be the short boy who was riding in the same carriage as him.

If I remember correctly, his name is Zane Ridgeway, and he is a prospective apprentice in the Fire Language of the Forest.

"You're so knowledgeable, do you even know that a magic shield can block it?"

The green-haired, smirking man who had previously bet with Ronan grabbed his collar and asked.

"I...I don't know—"

Zain's height was suppressed, and he was panicked, so he was grabbed and lifted into the air.

"Put him down, Iank." Wyatt drew his wand and pointed it at the green-haired, grinning man.

Ronan looked up and saw that it was the tall boy in the carriage, Wyatt Rice, a prospective apprentice of the Blood Ring.

How did these two get so close in just two days?

Wyatt was trembling slightly, not from nervousness, but from the rapid action of his adrenaline.

This phenomenon is more common among people who are usually honest.

They usually appear docile, but once their bodies receive the urge to fight, they react quickly and unleash a brutal, thunderous attack on the enemy.

The green-haired, smirking man, Iank, clearly understood this principle. After a series of changes in his expression, he released his grip on the short boy.

Normally, he would definitely have challenged these two to a duel.

Unfortunately, now was not the time. The magic shield looked like it was about to shatter, and he had no desire to fight.

and----

He turned to look at Ronan.

The cheater who had bet against him had been watching him intently from the sidelines.

Ian was certain that an extremely difficult-to-detect mental force was firmly locked onto him.

This is indeed the case.

Ronan had long since entered the realm of the spiritual.

From the moment the green-haired, sinister-smiling man appeared, I locked my mental energy onto him, sealing him off completely.

He hasn't been able to find an opportunity to get his Dragon Heart Shield back these past two days.

Since boarding the airship, the escorts have abandoned their management duties, and many apprentices have started to form small groups.

Among them, the four who originally had the qualifications to be admitted became the first group to follow.

There were as many as seven followers of this green-haired, smirking man.

Ronan rejected all such suitors, turning down more than a dozen people in a row.

Later, seeing that his attitude was clear, people stopped getting close to him.

Ronan indeed scoffed at this childish following model, describing it as sharing the good times but not the bad, and abandoning each other when disaster strikes.

However, even though he doesn't do it himself, everyone else is sticking together.

Although Ronan was confident he could handle these people, there were still escorts on the airship. If he really went on a killing spree, he might be the first to be executed as an example.

Therefore, he could not find a suitable opportunity when the green-haired, smirking man had fewer people around him.

It can only be said that it was the green-haired, smirking man's followers who saved him.

However, facing an attack from a large group of Flash-eating Pteranodons, the magic shield probably wouldn't last much longer, and the escort still hadn't come out, which was clearly something wrong.

If this continues, once the magic shield shatters, a large swarm of Flash-eating Wyverns will rush in.

What kind of aircraft is being protected?

Some members of the group also noticed something was wrong and said to the people on deck, "I used a secret method to scan the airship, and apart from the captain's cabin where the detection is blocked, there are no escorts anywhere else."

"The situation is critical. Everyone, let's go to the captain's cabin and ask the escorts for help."

The team members nodded in agreement, and led by them, they all rushed to the captain's cabin.

Ronan followed at the very back, feeling quite pressured facing the group of Flash-eating Pteranodons alone on the deck.

He can't be the good guy, risking his life to wipe out the horde of Flash-Eating Wyverns, only to be finished off by the green-haired, smirking man who arrives just in time—

"My lord, escort."

"Lord Niru, a swarm of Flash-Eating Wyverns is attacking the airship's magical shield! The shield is about to collapse!"

"Sir, are you still there?"

"Lord Niru————"

A group of people called outside the captain's cabin for a while, but received no response.

So, a boy who had gained admission and was now considered the team leader pushed through the crowd and said, "Excuse me."

He then kicked the cabin door of the captain's quarters.

The boy's physical strength was astonishing, completely unlike that of a spellcaster; the hatch was smashed open with a single kick.

The group filed into the captain's cabin.

Several crew members were in the captain's cabin, methodically operating the airship's control system.

However, there were no escorts among these figures.

"Gentlemen, where is the escort officer?"

Upon not seeing any escort personnel, someone immediately became anxious and asked.

Faced with the group of people who suddenly barged in and their questions, the crew members didn't even raise their heads.

Ronan sensed this scene through his mental realm and couldn't help but frown.

He extended his mental domain throughout the entire airship and indeed did not detect any trace of the escorts.

The escorts couldn't have simply vanished; they probably used magic to conceal themselves, making them difficult to detect.

But what's the point of doing this?

The magical shield won't hold for long; soon a large number of Flash-Eating Wyverns will break through, along with the qualified reserve apprentices—

Thinking of this, Ronan suddenly paused.

Could this be the escorts' real purpose?

Completely leave it to the apprentices to fight against the Flash-eating Pteranodon, resulting in a bloody elimination process.

Only those who survive to the end are qualified to go to the corresponding academy.

As soon as the idea came to mind, Ronan immediately rejected it.

It can't really be that bloody, can it?

Can this other world ever be okay?

"Where are the escorts?!"

Seeing that the crew members remained silent, the young leader who had kicked the door open earlier became somewhat annoyed.

He lunged forward, grabbed a crew member by the shoulder, shook him violently, and shouted, "Answer me! Speak!"

This was the first time Ronan had ever seen a spellcaster with such exceptional physical strength and speed; he didn't even know if this person could still be considered a magician.

Immediately afterwards, the crew member who was being shaken in the boy's hands suddenly went limp.

His neck snapped at that moment, and his head fell off and hit the ground with a dull metallic clang amidst gasps of surprise from the crowd.

"An alchemical golem?!"