Chapter 412 The Mage Guild’s Move

The mage returned to his own residence. At this time, Mage Roman and the others acted as if nothing had happened; they were leisurely chatting with some young children. These children were Hegel's grandsons and great-grandsons, numbering nearly a hundred, but among them, only about a dozen had spellcasting talent. Of course, over time, after interacting with other spellcasters of the opposite sex, the descendants of these spellcasters had a higher chance of producing more spellcasters.

After returning to his room, the mage thought for a moment and quickly sent out news of what had happened in the encampment through each alliance's unique scepter. He didn't want other alliances' encampments to be destroyed by the Mage Guild. Of course, the other wanderer leaders would likely have taken precautions against this as well.

After sending those messages, Mage Roman, who had been outside chatting with the young children, found Shaoke. She opened her mouth, hesitated, and then softly advised him. She hoped he would stay calm about the distribution of supplies and not be so impulsive. "If you get into a fight with those people, what will happen to me and the children?" The female mage tightly hugged Shaoke. "I just want Anling and Moyu'er to be safe. After that, whatever we do is fine. I just don't want them to get hurt."

The mage kissed Mage Roman's forehead and promised he wouldn't be so impulsive again, which smoothed things over. "You stay here in the encampment. I'll go check the situation outside." The mage had been sensing strong spell fluctuations from afar through his released mental energy, knowing that only battles among Ninth-rank Professionals could produce such powerful fluctuations.

After giving some instructions to the women, the mage headed toward the magical fluctuation he had just sensed. There, he once again encountered the Mage Guild.

Three wanderers were attacking a Mage Guild Ninth-rank Spellcaster. Although the three wanderers were all Ninth-rank beings, after a prolonged battle, they still couldn't defeat the spellcaster. Without hesitation, Shaoke quickly joined the fight. With the mage's help, the Mage Guild spellcaster could no longer hold his ground and tried to flee.

The enemy mage tore a scroll, and a white light enveloped him. Just as that mage was about to disappear, Shaoke activated his Death Will. What the white light teleported away was no longer a powerful Ninth-rank Spellcaster, but a black statue.

"They really do have directional teleportation scrolls, and every one of their spellcasters is equipped with them." A warrior said enviously, watching the fading white light. Such items were extremely difficult to make, requiring not only sufficient materials but also a Ninth-rank Alchemist to craft them. According to Shaoke's understanding, these scrolls were even more precious than many Ninth-rank scrolls.

Hearing the warrior's words, Shaoke frowned. "Are all the Mage Guild members equipped with such directional teleportation scrolls?" If so, their goal of weakening or delaying the wanderers' manpower and time could definitely be achieved. He voiced his concern.

"We already informed everyone through the scepter. You probably didn't pay attention to the messages," the warrior said, looking at the mage. Unless he had stored the scepter in his spatial ring, he would have received the information.

The mage nodded. After sending his own message, he had put away the scepter and hadn't bothered to check it. Through conversations with these professionals, he learned that many Wanderers Alliance encampments had been attacked by the Mage Guild. After hearing this, the mage no longer wanted to wander outside. He bid farewell to the three and quickly returned to his own encampment to prevent any attacks.

When the mage returned to the encampment, he ran into Mage Meigan, who had just arrived. Meigan looked terrible, with a pale complexion and a broken staff. If not for the female warrior supporting him, Shaoke wondered if he could even stand.

After having the Cleric treat Meigan, Shaoke and Mage Roman listened to the news brought by the female warrior. "Mage Xueye, I think we're in trouble. Not only have the Mage Guild people arrived, but some imperial professionals have also allied with them. It seems they want to occupy this free empire entirely." Saying this, the female warrior looked worriedly at the recovering Meigan and sat beside him, waiting for his recovery.

"How many empires did the professionals who attacked you come from?" Mage Roman asked. "Were they all Ninth-rank Professionals?" The female warrior hadn't mentioned that, and she needed to ask for more intelligence to help secure their encampment.

Just as the female warrior was about to speak, Shaoke shook the scepter in his hand and explained, "Just got a message. We've learned that more than a dozen empires participated in the attack on us. But they only sent some Eighth-rank Practitioners here." Then he looked at Mage Roman with worry. "The Mage Guild has already begun attacking our Ninth-rank encampment. Nearly a thousand Ninth-rank Mages have gathered there. I'm worried that encampment can't hold out for long."

Mage Roman dismissed Shaoke's worry as unnecessary. Although mages lived there, no one knew the exact number of professionals there. After all, this empire had gathered almost all the wanderer alliances from across the continent. Tens of thousands of Ninth-rank Professionals could be easily mustered by the wanderer alliance.

"As long as we take care of our own encampment, everything will be fine," said Meigan weakly after finishing his treatment. He gratefully bowed to the White-robed Cleric. "Lucky we killed those attackers. Otherwise, I'm not sure when I'd be able to carry out my revenge." Saying this, Meigan tightly grasped the female warrior's hand and forced a smile, not wanting her to worry. Though the smile was pale and weak, the female warrior smiled happily in return. Then they both thanked the White-robed Cleric again and left.

After asking around, the mage learned that Meigan would need a full year to recover, which made him even more worried. Finally, he gathered a few other Ninth-rank Professionals who had just returned to the encampment for a discussion. But without detailed intelligence, they could only passively stay in the encampment, waiting for the enemy to come. This continued for about ten days until the mage could no longer bear it. He decided to go alone to hunt down the Mage Guild members in the area.

"If you encounter too many enemies, come back immediately," said Mage Roman, carefully taking out two scrolls from inside her robe and handing them to the mage. One was a directional teleportation scroll, the other a powerful mental spell. She had made both herself after advancing to Ninth-rank via a second specialization, consuming a lot of magic materials. Those materials, if used by a Ninth-rank Alchemist, could have produced over a dozen such scrolls.

After hugging the women tightly, the mage left the encampment alone. At that time, powerful combat fluctuations emanated everywhere, imperceptible to ordinary civilians but clearly felt by a mage of his level.

He searched one location after another. In just one day, he killed over a dozen Ninth-rank Professionals and countless Eighth-rank beings. His frenzied slaughter relied heavily on his Death Will spell. After prolonged consumption, the mage finally decided to take a short rest. Though his mental energy and mana weren't significantly depleted, the battle had drained his focus and spirit.

The mage carefully landed in a grove near a village. The grove wasn't large, just a place where the villagers stored firewood.

But it was safe enough for a quick rest, wasn't it?

The mage lazily leaned against a large tree and closed his eyes to rest. Time passed slowly. After it was completely dark, the mage ate some dried meat made by Lanweier, then left, carefully flying into the distance. There, he sensed combat fluctuations again.

Moving quickly, as he neared the destination, the mage quickly prepared an Eighth-rank single-target attack spell. A gray mist danced in his hand—this was the exile spell, a spatial spell. Anyone hit by it had a high chance of being teleported to an unknown place, often another plane. After preparing the spell, the mage Blinked, suddenly appearing on the battlefield. After quickly assessing friend from foe, he attacked a Female Spellcaster.

The gray mist faithfully enveloped the female mage, but after she quickly chanted a few syllables, the torn spatial rift slowly healed. She then disrupted the spell's structure, Blinked to her companions, and after regrouping, they attacked Shaoke and his allies even more fiercely. The longer they delayed here, the more enemies would gather.