A noun entry: Wizard

Chapter 126 Battlefield No. 0249 (Seeking first subscription!)

"The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, what is that?"

Russell stared intently at the sky, where a towering blue beam of light enveloped him!

It then slowly rose into the sky.

Also rising were a bewildered Haimer and a helpless Bernard.

The twelve strongest third-tier wizards and the three strongest fourth-tier wizards.

Bernard can't escape.

"The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races? The world coordinates have been leaked. It must be related to the escaped Dream King. It's the work of the Evil God."

"The Wizarding Association now has only five third-tier wizards and two fourth-tier wizards left, and it must give up the Dream Clan territory and most of the wizarding territories."

"They're holding out at the Wizarding Association headquarters."

"Truly worthy of being called an evil god, directly introducing external forces to launch a dimensional reduction attack on the current wizarding world."

Bernard sighed, offering no resistance.

The forced signs of the battlefield of myriad races were something he could not resist.

Not to mention him, even a seventh-tier evil god would have to be obediently teleported to the seventh-tier battlefield.

"Now, I just hope that I can be teleported to the same sixth-tier battlefield as the other two fourth-tier wizards, so that we can look out for each other."

Bernard's gaze then fell on Russell and Haimer.

Russell wasn't worried. As the chosen one of the wizarding world, places like the Battlefield of All Races would only become stepping stones for him.

Even with a third-tier body, one can enter a fourth-tier battlefield filled with numerous fourth-tier powerhouses.

What Bernard was worried about were the other third-tier wizards.

Third-tier wizards have few tricks up their sleeves and are easily killed.

Unlike those fourth-tier wizards, who have all developed to their limits and are not afraid of fifth-tier wizards.

Even if you see a level 6, you can still run it.

"Well, everything is predestined. Perhaps I can go further by going to a wider world."

"Then come back and make the wizarding world a better place."

Bernard stared at the vast land below, then felt a lightness spread through his body as the blue beam of light disappeared.

Terrifying spatial fluctuations arose in the void.

Immediately afterwards, Bernard, Russell, and fifteen other wizards all disappeared.

"A sudden disaster has struck."

Inside the observatory, an elderly man dressed in a black robe dotted with silver-white specks resembling stars gazed up at the starry sky.

Finally, he let out a long sigh.

Then contact the remaining five third-tier wizards to consolidate their power.

The sound that once resounded throughout the wizarding world has probably already been heard by other races.

They'll definitely try to take advantage of the wizard.

"We still have two fourth-tier wizards and five third-tier wizards left in our high-end combat force, which is enough to intimidate other races, but most of our territory is no longer worth keeping."

"To be on the safe side, let's retreat to Dawn City first."

The remaining fourth-tier wizard, the one from the Heart of Elements, also began to command the other wizards under the old man's arrangement.

Many wizards at the Wizarding Association branch also hurriedly boarded airships and began their return journey.

All the wizards in the entire Wizarding Association mobilized.

Russell appeared in an unfamiliar place.

With his eyes closed, the scene he had just witnessed still echoed in his mind.

That is the ultimate explanation of spatial elements.

It far surpasses Russell's current mastery of spatial elements.

This greatly inspired Russell, leading him to take a solid step forward in the field of spatial elements.

After digesting his understanding of spatial elements, Russell opened his eyes and then paused for a moment.

Where did you put this?

Is this still the Wizarding World?

Oh right, it wasn't originally in the Wizarding World.

Russell steadied himself, for he found himself inside a pristine, technologically advanced white room.

No, perhaps it's not a room, but the interior of a spaceship!

Because the walls of the passageways on both sides offer a view of the vast and boundless universe.

Based on Russell's experience watching science fiction movies in his previous life, this shouldn't be a transparent material like glass.

Instead, it uses special high-tech materials to project the external scene 100% onto the interior.

"There are endless worlds in the universe, so it seems quite normal for things based on this scientific worldview to appear."

Russell surveyed his surroundings, refraining from making any rash moves.

Not long after, a man wearing a dark blue streamlined combat suit came to Russell's table.

"Conscript No. 41269, you will be deployed to battlefield '0249'."

"The battlefield intensity is Tier 4, with 13870 Tier 4 troops and 259724 Tier 3 troops being deployed to the battlefield."

"Among them, 4679 are fourth-tier and 84523 are third-tier, belonging to the human race. The other fourth-tier and third-tier members belong to the 'Star Clan' and 'God Clan'."

"What you need to do is hunt down StarClan and Protoss as many as possible. You can find specific information through the data bracelet."

"Remember, in Battlefield 0249, you must not kill your own kind. All your actions are recorded by the data bracelet and uploaded in real time."

"Next, I will deploy you directly to battlefield number 0249. Please prepare yourself."

The man in the combat suit didn't give Russell a chance to speak, and directly tossed him a high-tech bracelet.

He then manipulated the small device in his hand a couple of times, and a blue light shone under Russell's feet.

"The Power of Spatial Elements—"

Russell sensed the re-emerging spatial elements, gripped the data bracelet, and vanished from the spaceship in a flash.

"A third-tier native, judging from the material of his clothes, still belongs to an era where technology has not been developed much."

The man in the combat uniform shook his head; in his view, giving the data bracelet to Russell would be a waste.

In Battlefield 0249, Tier 3 units were merely used as cannon fodder.

Not to mention they were third-tier natives.

These indigenous people are probably at the very bottom of the three classes.

They wouldn't even need to encounter a fourth-tier opponent; they could be easily killed by a third-tier Star Race or God Race member.

On a desolate land.

Russell, who was teleported here, no longer sensed the power of space, because he had only heard a few words from the person who had spoken earlier.

I now know how dangerous my current situation is.

Tier 4 Battlefield.

There are nearly 14,000 fourth-tier players and nearly 260,000 third-tier players.

What a terrifying number.

"I'm only at Tier 3, do I really need to switch to a Tier 4 map so quickly, where Tier 3 is practically everywhere?"

Russell activated "Soul Fluctuation Detection" and cautiously observed his surroundings.

But inwardly, I couldn't help but mutter a couple of complaints.

He originally intended to travel to the territories of the elves and dragons in the wizarding world and acquire their bloodline.

By combining with one's own sea-bloodline, a completely new bloodline is created.

You need to have at least seventh-tier potential.

However, reality dealt Russell a simple and brutal blow.

"Indeed, the world is a giant makeshift operation, changing its map whenever it wants."

"Although this matter is very likely related to the Dream King, and is part of the evil god's scheme, which has been planned for a long time, but..."

Russell stopped thinking and quickly moved away from where he stood.

"boom!"

An explosion rang out right where Russell had been standing!