Wizard: This mushroom is too fierce.

After Roland summoned the Puji Legion, he ordered them to disperse and patrol in organized formations, collect usable resources, search for human figures, and report back to him.

"My king, what about me?" The voice of the swordsman Kharak rang in Roland's ears.

Roland looked at the blue-clad swordsman before him and said in a deep voice, "Go find your own enemy."

"This is your first battle after mastering the Breathing Technique, so I won't impose any restrictions on you!"

"Let them feel the power of the wind!"

As the words fell, Karak nodded and said respectfully, "Great King... He will!"

"This time, I will bring you victory and glory!"

A moment later, a gentle breeze blew, and Karak disappeared from Roland's sight.

After everyone left, Roland sat on the ground, took out several bottles of colorful potions from his spatial ring, and drank them down in one gulp.

The secluded cave is located in an area between mountains and valleys, where vegetation is naturally scarce and large areas of land are hard rocks, so the chances of being in an environment with plant communities are very small.

According to wizarding theory, meditating in such a place, learning plant-based spells, or even conducting related magical plant experiments here will all have a significant boost.

In fact, a suitable mimicry environment is the foundation for the rise of the wizarding school, just as most wizards in the Deep Caverns are architects.

Roland closed his eyes and entered a meditative state. The final was a battle royale mode, and only the last person standing would be the winner. He just needed to wait. Instead of wasting time looking for them, he should wait for them to come to him.

......

desert area

boom!

The booming sounds of explosions rang out one after another, and scorching waves of fire, accompanied by dust and smoke, swept across a large area of ​​the sand dunes.

A few poops scurried out from the sand and gravel, their eyes wide as they gazed at the distant scene.

"Pfft?"

"They're evil humans!" one of them whispered.

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"Quick..." another chirp said, "We must report to the Great King that we have discovered evil humans!"

Amidst billowing dust, two Puji continued to stealthily follow the fighters, while three Puji quickly returned to find their companions and exchange information.

"It's no use, you can't escape."

"Through my modified eyes, your magic is like a flame in the darkness."

Amidst the flames, a figure appeared and disappeared, a hoarse voice echoing throughout the desert. Maeve ran forward desperately, her magic flowing uncontrollably, attempting to unleash a magical counterattack.

"Damn it, do they really think I'm some nobody who can be easily manipulated?"

She abruptly stopped running, leaving a mark on the scorching sand. The next moment, Maeve's chest swelled up, and a large gush of thick, foul-smelling, turquoise-green acid gushed from her mouth.

"Acid spray!"

A strong acid spray at the 0.3 ring level will melt flesh and blood as soon as it touches anyone below the second-level apprentice level.

The bright green acid shot straight at the figures in the smoke and dust.

hiss....

A corrosive sound rang out, and plumes of foul-smelling smoke billowed from the shadows. Maeve's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Very good... The third-tier wizard apprentice trained by Acid Hut is quite impressive; you've even undergone bloodline modification..."

"You received a bloodline transplant from a poison dart frog?"

"This strong acid spray has reached an extremely high level of corrosive power."

"This..." Maeve's legs trembled as she stared blankly at the man slowly emerging from the smoke, a look of despair on her face: "This is the genius wizard from the Deep Cavern Academy?!"

"Kamara, why did I have to encounter this monster!"

Maeve felt incredibly unlucky. She had thoroughly researched everyone before the match. This Kamara was a wizard seed specializing in the Fire Burst Magic of the Evocation School, possessing outstanding talent and formidable strength.

Their specialty spell is "Exploding Flame," the highest-level spell that a third-class apprentice can learn, with a level of 0.5. Only geniuses can possess it. For characters from small organizations like theirs, they would need to be at least a second-class apprentice to learn and master it.

Camara, dressed in a red wizard's robe, looked at the trembling foreign witch before him and let out a wild laugh: "How delightful! Wizard apprentices trained by small wizarding organizations like yours are naturally stepping stones for us genius wizards."

"Die!" Kamara's voice fell, and within a few breaths, a huge fireball spell fell straight down from the sky.

Maeve stared at the fireball that was aimed right at her face, her eyes flashing with resentment. She...she really...sigh?

The sound of a whistling wind cutting through the air rang in her ears, Maeve's pupils widened, and she quickly stepped back.

"Who is it...?"

The fireball dissipated completely within a few breaths, and Kamara collapsed to his knees.

The next moment, a perfect white sword mark appeared in front of Maeve's body. Kamala, who had been looking ferocious, suddenly looked terrified. He looked down and found that his body had been cut in two without him noticing.

It seems even consciousness is about to be... completely extinguished...

A white light flashed, and the magic circle swiftly teleported Kamara, who still had a sliver of hope, away.

"Thank you for saving me... My name is Maeve... May I ask your name?"

Maeve stood up, about to thank the friendly wizard...

The next moment, the sound of a hurricane rang out again, and a white sword mark slowly appeared on Maeve's neck. She covered her neck in a daze, her eyes showing disbelief.

A white light flashed, and the magic teleportation array reappeared.

Maeve's memory gradually faded, and in her last memory, only the figure of the blue-armored swordsman stood atop the endless yellow sand.

The sword moved like a swift wind, instantly obliterating all her consciousness!

"Pfft!" The swordsman Kharak sheathed his longsword, and the extremely dense wind element on his body turned into a gentle breeze, falling silent once again.

"Two!" Looking at the endless desert, Karak tightened his helmet and then walked into the yellow sand again.

"We need to kill even more..."

"The king is still waiting for me!"

After Karak left, several little Puji gathered around, their little faces beaming with joy. They stood happily at the battleground, shouting, "Oh...oh...the evil humans have been defeated!"

"A victory for our great king once again!"

"Waaah...waaah..." A little mushroom seemed to be participating in a battle for the first time. Its cap was raised, and it stared blankly at the weapon in its hand. After a long while, it stood where the humans had disappeared and shed tears of excitement: "So...this is victory."

"We were once so weak, but we were all created by a great king who made us stronger at all costs."

"We are no longer poopy who can be bullied by others."

"We are warriors who can protect our homeland and fight for our king!"