Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

After the Neptune Festival, Lynch also finished his studies at the Meris Library and set off for Wallenberg early the next morning.

Preparing for the upcoming journey to the wizarding world.

The true identity of Grand Scholar Merris is merely that of a guide in the wizarding world, responsible for searching for talented apprentices for wizarding organizations and sending them to the wizarding world for training.

Every few years, the wizarding world sends someone to contact the apprentices.

Lynch was very lucky; the wizards' next apprenticeship ceremony was just a few days away, and he was just in time to attend.

In fact, Lin Qi was very wary of such a completely unknown and unfamiliar environment. According to his thinking, he should have taken some time to fully understand the situation and preferably found some people to go and scout ahead in advance.

But the wizards were too mysterious, and if he missed this opportunity, he would have to wait at least several years. Lynch was unsure if there would be any other changes by then.

So after careful consideration, he decided to take the risk.

Anyway, with the Underworld around, if we really get into a bad situation, the worst we can do is just hide there.

Anyway,

Lynch has made up his mind: Let's go to the Wizarding World!

The wizarding world is not on Lorunt's side; the wizarding civilization is gathered on the main continent, requiring people to travel across the ocean to reach distant lands.

Once you go there, you won't be able to return in just a few days or a month or two, like in Ouge Port.

Before that, Lynch needs to settle down his territory.

......

A few days later, in the southern border, at the crossroads town.

This is a small inn town at the entrance to the southern border, with a dozen or so households and a few inns. Lin Qi stayed here for one night before he set off.

However, standing in front of this town, Lin Qi frowned.

The town no longer exists. The wooden houses he once saw are now just rows of charred skeletons, standing crookedly on the ground, like fish bones left after being gnawed by a fire.

Some bodies lay scattered among the ashes and along the roadside. Some were curled up, some stretched out, and some remained in the same position they had been in before death.

"Ah! Ah!"

A dry, hissing sound could be heard from time to time.

Several crows that had been perched on the dead trees flew to some of the corpses and pecked at the eyeballs on their faces with their sharp beaks.

They swarmed together like a group of flies.

The blood dried in the soil.

Lin Qi sighed, "That's truly tragic..."

Lukou Town is not an isolated case; Lin Qi has seen countless similar scenes along the way.

Almost every village we passed through showed signs of burning and killing.

The house was burned to the ground.

Mutilated corpses could be seen everywhere.

The man was beheaded, his throat was slit, or he was cut into pieces.

The women were mostly stripped naked and subjected to cruel abuse, left hanging naked on trees or carelessly thrown on the roadside, like toys to be discarded after use.

Even the elderly and children are not spared.

Lynch truly experienced the hell on earth described in history books here.

The cause of this tragic scene was none other than—

War has broken out!

Just as Lynch had predicted, Count Vinhart eventually couldn't resist joining the war in the north.

Not long ago, he found a highly respected court official who had served in the palace for decades and summoned all the vassals.

During the banquet, the official in charge of etiquette tearfully revealed to the nobles of the Southern Territory that the current king was not the biological son of the old king, but rather the offspring of the queen and one of her lovers.

And they provided substantial evidence.

Whether it was true or not is unknown and doesn't matter. In any case, after the banquet, the count raised the slogan that the king's bloodline was impure and that he had usurped the throne, thus declaring a rebellion.

Almost all the nobles, knights, and a large number of young men in the south were conscripted to fight in the north.

And when these fundamental forces that maintain order leave, the outcome is self-evident.

Large numbers of Asdok people crossed the jungles and mountains and rushed into this fertile land.

They brandished their scimitars and engaged in widespread burning, killing, and looting.

Without the knights and nobles to guard the area, the remaining old, weak, sick, and disabled were simply no match for the Asdok people.

Large numbers of farms were destroyed and residents were killed, just like in this small town.

What kind of logic is this? They're abandoning their own base?

It may sound unbelievable, but the principle is actually quite simple.

The Asdok were too small, with a total population only a fraction of that of the Lolunt. No matter how ferocious their destruction, their size limited their potential for large-scale expansion.

More importantly, this ethnic group is still in a "savage" mode, and has not formed a complete civilized society. They only know how to burn, kill, and plunder, and have no concept of occupying land and managing it.

So,

No matter how badly the southern border is damaged, it can be rebuilt afterward. The lost population can be recovered by having more children among the farmers in a few years.

Compared to royal power, these problems are not insignificant, but they are not major problems either.

"I wonder how things are going back to the territory..."

Lin Qi frowned.

The large-scale invasion by the Asdokians had only occurred in the last few days, and he had not yet received a detailed report on the situation here.

Although he had made many preparations beforehand, Lin Qi was still somewhat worried when he saw the terrible scene.

He donned his cloak, mounted his horse, and without lingering, spurred his horse toward his territory.

By evening the following day, Lynch had returned to Warren territory.

Once inside, the scenery changed dramatically from the desolate landscape we had encountered along the way.

There was no devastation everywhere; everything seemed to remain as it was before.

The fields are still there, the villages are still there, and the silhouette of the distant castle still stands steadfastly in the twilight.

But upon closer inspection, something unusual becomes apparent—

There were no farmers working in the fields, only empty stubble swaying in the evening breeze;

There are obvious signs of trampling and damage on the edge of the field, as if people or livestock had trampled it in groups.

On the wooden wall of a windmill, Lin Qi also saw several arrows nailed to the windmill blades, their fletching trembling slightly in the wind.

Clearly, things weren't entirely unaffected here.

"Da da da—"

As they were observing, a rapid sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from afar.

Lynch reined in his horse and looked in the direction of the sound.

A squad of fully armed soldiers rushed in from a distance and quickly surrounded him.

They were all dressed in leather armor, carrying cross-shaped swords with their shields facing outwards. Their movements were clean and efficient, clearly indicating that they had undergone rigorous training.

Leading the group was none other than Matthews, the apprentice knight whom Lynch had promoted.

After a few months apart, the young man had become much tanned, his jawline was more defined, and he had a more soldierly composure between his brows.

The young man dismounted, his sword already drawn, and coldly shouted, "Stranger, this is Valen Territory. State your identity immediately, or you can talk to my sword."

It's just that her eyesight doesn't seem very good.

Lynch lowered his hood, revealing his face in the twilight: "It's me."

Matthews' sword stopped in mid-air, his eyes widening suddenly.

Then the coldness on his face melted away like ice and snow, replaced by ecstasy and awe.

He immediately sheathed his sword, knelt on one knee, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement: "Your Excellency!"

The surrounding soldiers also sheathed their swords and knelt down on one knee in unison.

The sounds of horses' hooves and armor clashing echoed in the twilight, then quickly faded into silence.

The evening breeze rustled the stubble in the fields, and the griffin banner atop the distant castle tower fluttered in the last rays of the setting sun.

Lynch reached out and patted Matthews on the shoulder: "Get up. You've all had a hard time while I was away."

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the soldiers' heads and looking towards the castle.

"Tell me about the situation in the territory."