Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 39 [39] Assassins Attack! Methods

Wang Ya washed his face in the bathroom. In the mirror, his skin was fair, his features handsome, but his lips had lost much of their color, appearing somewhat pale. His dark amber pupils held a solemn expression, revealing a hint of gloom.

He tried to believe it was an illusion, to think his guess was false, that things couldn't have gotten this bad. But he couldn't deceive himself; when he left Gulin Tower during the day, the Gandhi wizard's gaze had momentarily revealed malice.

What should he do? Arthur can kill him; he's capable enough.

How could he possibly deal with the malice of Gandhi?

You think you can use a few low-level witchcraft spells to deal with a level two wizard apprentice? Don't be ridiculous.

Using green poison wouldn't be very useful. The radiation-enhanced physique might be immune to it, or the opponent's powerful mental force might knock the user unconscious before they even make a move.

The two sides are fundamentally unequal, both in terms of strength and in their understanding and mastery of extraordinary knowledge.

Three spell scrolls? These veteran wizards have incredibly rich combat experience and can activate particle energy shields at any time. The moment they sense energy fluctuations, they will launch a counterattack.

A spell scroll requires a startup time, even just a second or half a second, which can allow a powerful wizard to react.

Before the spell scroll takes effect, crush him like an ant.

This may be the biggest crisis Wang Ya has ever faced. All the clues seem to point to Gandhi.

When Wizard Is and the other three wizards were not around, the rules of Ancient Forest Mountain were naturally ruled by Gandhi.

The dagger was sheathed in a specially made glass bottle, which also contained a supernatural emerald green toxin that reflected a dazzling luster under the light.

The handsome face in the mirror wore a cold expression, and his eyes narrowed. Even if things were as he suspected, he was betting that the Gandhi wizard wouldn't expose himself or attack him.

The Wizard Slayer is essentially a substitute for the person behind the scenes, doing the dirty and tiring work, but the rules of the Wizard of Ish still have a deterrent effect.

Never underestimate a truly powerful wizard. If Gandhi dared to make a move, it could be detected by Is. The traces left by such a move cannot be hidden.

Wang Ya wasn't 100% certain, but he would still prepare the necessary countermeasures and do his best!

The automated dining hall was as deserted as ever, with hardly any new wizards in sight. Wang Ya, with a calm expression, ate all his food alone at a corner table, put his plate back, and left.

The ancient forest environment is monotonous, with winding paths crisscrossing it, isolating it from some of the dangers lurking within.

Wang Ya returned to the freshman dormitories with practiced ease. If it weren't for the murder he experienced yesterday and the situation at Gulin Tower, he might have truly believed that Gulin Mountain was still the same Gulin Mountain as before. But things were different now. Amidst the undercurrents, no one knew whether the freshman deaths would happen to them.

The fog obscured the newborn's dwelling. The power of the witch array was adjusted to the maximum. Wang Ya inspected the dwelling inside and out and spent a lot of time making some arrangements.

I spent an afternoon in my personal laboratory, exhausting the particle energy. After cultivating the Green Poison stock solution, a certain amount of Green Poison was produced again.

He placed three spell scrolls at three special locations within the house to trigger them in response to different situations.

Previously, with the permission of the wizard Gandhi, an additional space for the wizards' mutual aid society to hold gatherings was added to the Ancient Forest Pavilion.

Walking down the long, wide corridor, under the warm lighting, the atmosphere between the man and woman grew increasingly ambiguous. They were talking, seemingly exchanging sweet nothings.

A blush rose on Anna's fair cheeks. "That's all I know. But why are you asking? Only King Yaharak has a beauty mark under his eye. Why would he impersonate the dead Arthur?"

Moxi didn't answer Anna's question, but looked at her gently and smiled, saying, "I think this new student is quite good, and I wanted to invite him to join the Wizarding Association, but I didn't expect him to refuse in this way. Sigh!"

Moxi sighed. Anna frowned and said, "Wang Yahalak, this new student, doesn't have outstanding wizarding talent, and he's rather withdrawn and stubborn. The wizardry he chose is the Extraordinary Cultivation series, which is slow-paced and lacks a clear goal. He'll be eliminated from Ancient Forest Mountain sooner or later. There's no need to invite him in at all."

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you. After all, you're the head of the Wizards' Mutual Aid Association. The extraordinary resources supported by the family should definitely be used for those who truly need them. You can distribute them from now on." Moxi flicked Anna's nose with his finger.

The latter blushed and buried her face in Moxi's arms. With just a slight lift of her head, she could see Moxi's playful, mocking gaze.

After the two parted, Moxi looked thoughtful, then a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

night!

A cold wind blew, the ancient trees trembled, and the branches and leaves rustled. It was even darker than last night, as if a black curtain had been drawn across the sky, and even the fireflies on the path of the witch's array were dimmed.

The shadowy outlines were blurred, the branches twisted like demons. This newly built dwelling was shrouded in a thick fog, which the wind could not stir, making it impossible to see what was inside.

A silhouette emerged from the darkness and disappeared into the mist.

A soft hissing sound, like melting snow, was heard, but it was the energy radiation of the mist being neutralized by another wave of particle energy. A thick arm emerged from beneath the robe, its fingers and nails covered in sharp, scaly scales, gripping a black longsword about a meter long.

The blade gleamed with a dark sheen, radiating an undeniable sharpness. A faint aura of particles spread from the blade, disrupting the particle frequency of the mist and gradually thinning it, revealing the architectural outlines of the newly built dwellings within.

Number Two's expression was numb, his pupils cold and lifeless. Even with the interference of the Shadow Assassin's Blade, the pervasive mist still tried to affect his five senses. The blood vessels in his facial skin swelled, and his pupils were stained with black blood vessels. The activation of his bloodline power made him immune to the mist.

In a sense, he wasn't a true wizard; he had never meditated on his own and had been modified through magical experiments. The mist, which a first-level wizard apprentice was immune to with powerful mental strength, would still affect him, only his combat level had been raised accordingly.

A new command appeared in his mind.

That is to kill the new students in this new student housing.

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(End of this chapter)