Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Unbelievable! The Huntington family actually has a third-ring wizard, and a powerful one at the mid-third ring!"

A few young men and women, surrounded and protected by a group of family wizards in the crowd, gazed at the battlefield in the distance, where huge noises were constantly coming from, and kept uttering sounds of surprise and admiration.

Every now and then, he would glance at a handsome young man with black hair standing alone not far away, his eyes filled with curiosity and interest.

"My great-grandfather once said that none of the Huntington wizards were simple characters, especially those who lived a long time."

A silver-haired young man with a slightly round face and a few freckles on his nose squinted and spoke calmly.

"If it weren't for the Three-Ring Ice Serpent incident, who would even remember this family anymore?"

A young man with light red hair sighed softly, then whispered, "This Avery only showed up because of that guy. I heard he even paid a heavy price to participate in this hunt."

"It seems this person is really important to Lord Avery."

The gazes of several people unconsciously turned to a certain figure not far away, and they squinted to examine him closely.

"A Huntington family surviving son who appeared out of nowhere has won Avery's favor."

The first to speak, a round-faced, silver-haired youth, looked at a girl in a blue dress with long, light purple curly hair, fair skin, and delicate features, and said half-jokingly, "Kardashian, I think you could try to get in touch with him and, if you have the chance, bring him into our little group."

A newcomer with a powerful background as a mid-stage third-ring wizard, who might even become the future head of the Huntington family, is worth recruiting.

The purple-haired girl who was called out was playing with a slender white staff, and her delicate, fair fingers were adorned with several exquisite gemstone rings.

"But he's not my type, and he looks a bit fierce, so he doesn't seem easy to get along with."

"Isn't this the perfect time to show off your charm?"

The light red-haired youth next to her smiled and said something. The purple-haired girl hummed softly, quite pleased, and raised her smooth chin slightly, proudly showing off her long and perfect swan neck.

The group chatted and laughed, not paying too much attention to the battle between wizards of the third ring or higher in the distance, only glancing at it occasionally.

With four third-ring wizards involved, even a third-ring magical beast with a trace of ancient blood was destined to lose its prey.

Suddenly, a family wizard dressed in a gray robe hurriedly approached the group and whispered a few words in a solemn tone.

The silver-haired, round-faced youth leading the small group paled and muttered, "Black robes? Where did these black-robed wizards come from? And there are dozens of them! Such a large group of black-robed wizards broke into the rune array, and we only just noticed!"

Upon hearing the words "black robe," the relaxed and leisurely atmosphere among them instantly vanished, and everyone's expressions became quite interesting.

"Why would someone in black robes appear at this time? They must be after the Three-Ring Ice Serpent! Quickly, inform Great-Grandfather!"

"Great-grandfather already knows. Let us decide for ourselves. I propose we immediately go and reinforce the other family wizards on the outskirts; they are being attacked by the black-robed ones!"

"Why should we care what they do? What good would it do to reinforce them? If the hunt fails because of something going wrong on our side, I bet these guys will be the first to jump out and blame us!"

"The major families of Ice Fortress have sworn an alliance, and if we don't quickly deal with those black-robed wizards who have intruded into the magic circle, they might interfere with the ongoing hunt. This is a test from our great-grandfather!"

"I disagree!"

"Wendel, you don't want the talents of the ancient Winter Dragon anymore?!"

The inability to reach a consensus in a short period of time led to a heated argument among the small group of people, each with their own ideas and considerations, and each trying to persuade the other.

Just then, a strange sound suddenly rang out in the arena, coming from a direction not far away.

The sound was like countless shards of ice tied together, colliding violently, crisp, rapid, and piercing, carrying a strong sense of warning.

The expressions of the people in the small group changed immediately upon hearing the voice. At that moment, the urgent voice stopped abruptly, and faint fluctuations of a spell were heard.

A family wizard nearby took the initiative to fly quickly toward the direction from which the sound came, but before the wizard who went to investigate could fly far, he was precisely hit by a black energy pillar that seemed to be composed of countless black water droplets of various sizes. He was instantly swallowed up and fell to the ground like a stone without even uttering a sound.

Everyone who witnessed this scene had their pupils contract.

Before they could react, ghostly figures in black robes began to emerge rapidly from all around the arena.

A strong aura of dark magic permeated the entire area, accompanied by intense fluctuations in mental energy. A chaotic battle between ice wizards and mysterious dark wizards in black robes was about to begin!

"They're a group of black-robed wizards!"

The silver-haired, round-faced youth let out a low growl and quickly entered battle mode.

After the large group of black-robed figures appeared, their small group was immediately approached by a black-robed wizard with pale skin, black lips, and a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation belonging to the mid-stage of the second ring.

The silver-haired, round-faced youth tore off a transparent armband from his arm and quickly flung it forward.

The transparent armband artifact unleashed a continuous stream of ice rings, cutting terrifying marks into the air like circular blades.

Before he could even get close to his opponent, he was sliced ​​in two by a black scythe-shaped spell summoned by the opponent's staff.

The light red-haired youth beside him chanted incantations continuously, raising his hand to summon a small patch of icy, bone-chilling blizzard. Just as the frigid storm began to gain momentum, a terrifying wave of black energy swept in, instantly engulfing the blizzard.

The black-robed wizard with black lips, a mid-second-ring sorcerer, possessed unparalleled strength, approaching the level of a late-second-ring sorcerer. He effortlessly wielded second-ring dark magic spells, easily breaking through the combined magical attacks of the group.

He was like a dense shadow, occupying one side of the sky, constantly expanding, bringing a heavy sense of suffocation and oppression to the group.

Everyone in the small group had the idea of ​​retreating, and the only purple-haired girl among them was pale-faced, her hand holding the slender staff was trembling slightly.

Looking around the arena, the battle was overwhelmingly one-sided, with the small group of wizards being pushed back under the black-robed wizards' attacks and unable to mount any effective resistance.

Several people, their faces grim, struggled to resist the powerful black-robed wizard. A fleeting glance caught sight of a figure rapidly disengaging from the edge of the battle, and one of them couldn't help but mutter, "The Huntington men are all good-for-nothings!"

Dago frowned, coldly observing the sudden change in the situation before him.

He had been observing Avery's battle against the Three-Ringed Ice Serpent, but in the blink of an eye, a group of black-robed wizards appeared out of nowhere and started fighting with the family wizards who were staying nearby.

These black-robed wizards were all dressed in pure black robes, without any patterns or markings on them, making it impossible to determine which organization or faction they belonged to.

They were well-trained and powerful, generally at least second-ring wizards, with some even at the mid-second-ring level. The ice wizards of Ice Fortress were no match for them, like sheep scattered by a pack of wolves, utterly routed.

Dago hesitated only briefly before quickly retreating.

His position was excellent; the black-robed wizards were attacking from one side of the forest, and they were far enough away that he could retreat with complete ease.

Dago had absolutely no intention of making a move at this moment.

He wasn't sure if this group of black-robed wizards were specifically seeking revenge against the wizards of Ice Fortress, or if they were also after the Three-Ringed Ice Serpent.

I feel the former is more likely, because if it were for the Great Ice Serpent of the Ancient Winter Dragon Bloodline, they should be heading towards the Third Ring Battle Group.

Dago pondered whether to send a message to Avery and then find another safe place to stay, or to move closer to where Avery and the others were fighting.