A Wizard’s Secret

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Along the way, Merlin kept asking about training drills in a roundabout matter. However, Mia and Kevin were not very clear about the higher-class of this world.

They only knew that the strongest beings in this world were Sanctuary Contenders. They had never seen a Sanctuary Contender before, so they naturally could not tell the difference.

Merlin contemplated carefully. How far would he reach by relying on the training drill? If it was just to Great Legend, then it would not be very remarkable. Merlin was no longer a mere first or second-level Spell Caster. His worldview had widened a lot since then. He had even seen Ultimate Arcane Wizards.

The Spell Caster system, Mind Power system, and this training drill system all had different emphases and advantages. Relatively speaking, the Spell Caster system was the most perfect, and the Mind Power system had the most potential.

As for the training drill system, it was just to strengthen the flesh of the body. Perhaps there would be some advantages before becoming a Great Wizard, but when one began to form a Maxim to become a Great Wizard, it would no longer be advantageous. After all, once a Maxim was formed, a Spell Caster would not die as long as the Maxim was not destroyed.

This was an advantage that the training drill system could not compare to!

“I’ll have to get in touch with the higher-ups of this world to learn more…”

Merlin glanced at the sky in the distance. He seemed to caught a looming city in front of him.

…

Outside Mandela City, a mountain of barbarians were fiercely attacking the city.

Mandela City was originally a fortress that had been gradually transformed into a city suitable for people to live in. Nevertheless, if a battle broke out, the city could be quickly transformed back into a fortress. Even a stage-nine contender would have to take a long time to break down the strong city walls.

This was also something unique to the Mobata world. Their city walls were extremely strong to the point of being ridiculous.

“Warriors, charge. Climb the walls, charge into the city, kill each and every one of those despicable Mobatans. Rob them of all their food. Kill them all. Kill, kill kill!”

The barbarian leader who exuded a murderous air was urging the barbarians madly to attack the gate incessantly. They had been attacking for two days and two nights.

“My lord, we can’t hold on for much longer. They’ll breach the gate before dark…”

A knight dressed in black armor and covered in blood carefully reported. He looked down at the swarm of barbarians that did not seem to be decreasing in numbers. Everyone knew that they would not last for much longer.

Even a strong city like Mandela City would only be able to last for three days without any support. Today was already the third day.

“I know. Tell everyone we’re now surrounded by the barbarians on all sides. Even if they want to run now, it’s already too late. The barbarians will kill anyone they come across. They must fight until the end even if it’s to death!”

Earl Mandela’s voice was hoarse. He had been commanding the battle on the ramparts for three days and three nights. Even a grand stage-eight contender like him was bound to be exhausted.

Count Mandela was more mentally exhausted than physically. Although he had already sent his family away early, he still felt helpless when he saw the men who had followed him for many years as well as the ordinary citizens of Mandela City who were about to be slaughtered by the barbarians.

He tried his best to resist, but there were just too many barbarians and there was nothing he could do. The only thing he could do now was to persist a little longer. Just a little longer.

The order was passed down. There were some optimistic people who hoped that they would be able to surrender to the barbarians and survive, but they all sobered up when the order arrived.

Yes, the barbarians only left behind death wherever they went. Once a city was invaded, everyone in the city would be killed. No one would be left alive. Even the corpses would be used as food by the barbarians.

It was precisely because of such savageness and brutality that they were called barbarians. They were fundamentally different from Motabans and were more similar to beasts.

Ka-cak!

Finally, a crack spread across the strong city gate. It was about to break at any moment. Mandela City had reached its final moment.

“Brave warriors of Mandela City, charge with me! Let those barbarians know our prowess!”

Covered in blood, Count Mandela majestically picked up the greatsword and rushed out the damaged gates with the remaining hundreds of knights.

Bang!

Count Mandela was like a beast in human form. No barbarians were his match. His strength was incomparably strong as he pushed forward crazily, cutting out a bloody path wildly with hundreds of knights behind him and temporarily holding the barbarians back.

Nonetheless, this was their final glory. More and more barbarians had surrounded them. Even the barbarian leader, a stage-nine contender, casted his eyes over.

“Count Mandela? It’s said that he’s a warrior among the Mobatans. I’ll tear him up myself, haha!”

The barbarian leader was three-meters tall and extremely strong. He sat on a gorgeous but fierce tiger and suddenly jumped down with enough force that the earth seemed to shake. Then, he charged directly towards Count Mandela. That terrifying aura was enough to make anyone stare.

“My lord, watch out!”

Hearing the knight’s warning, Count Mandela turned around to see the barbarian leader charging at him. An expression of determination came over his face.

Bang!

The barbarian’s speed was extremely fast. His huge body exuded a powerful pressure. He slammed his fist down, colliding immediately with Count Mandela’s greatsword.

The greatsword broke in an instant and even Count Mandela himself was smashed to the ground. The barbarian leader grabbed Count Mandela up and threw him back down again.

Bang! bang! bang!

The knights could not bear listening to the noise. Count Mandela’s injuries became worse with each blow. Although he was a stage-eight contender and his body was incredibly strong, the gap between him and the stage-nine barbarian leader contender was too large.

“Father!”

Suddenly, a familiar voice entered Mandela’s dizzy ears. His consciousness cleared a little as he looked up at the sky.

At that time, not only Count Mandela, but everyone else on the battlefield including the barbarians also looked up at the sky.There was an extremely ugly and huge beast roaring and charging towards them from the clouds. It then landed on the ground steadily.

It even ‘accidentally’ trampled several barbarians to death.

Plak!

Many barbarians became agitated. Their nature was extremely savage, so seeing their companions being trampled to death made them prepared to come forward to exact revenge.

Whoosh!

This enormous raptor was not simple though. It seemed to be looking at those barbarians with ‘disdain’. It spread out its huge wings and flapped them once. A gale was formed and blew the surrounding barbarians into the sky. Half of them died after falling heavily back to the ground.

None of the barbarians could stop the savage raptor. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of barbarians had been killed.

An ominous glint flashed across the barbarian leader’s face when he saw the three small figures on the raptor’s back.

“Father, we’ve come to save you… Sir Merlin, please save father quickly.” Mia and Kevin appealed to Merlin deperately.

Merlin looked at the densely packed barbarians on the battlefield and remained nonchalant. He patted the tyrant raptor’s head lightly and said, “Since you’re the tyrant raptor, the king of beasts, go. Let these barbarians know your prowess and drive them all away.”

There was no need for Merlin to deal with these barbarians. The barbarians were nothing when this king-level beast was around.

However, what was more important was that Merlin could not act because once he did, the fact that he was not a Sanctuary Contender would be revealed. He was somewhat lucky to have met this tyrant raptor.

The tyrant raptor seemed to perk up. It raised its head high, and its huge body ran wild like a huge mountain. It was unstoppable. Everywhere the raptor went, the barbarians were sent flying. In the blink of an eye, there was an empty clearing on the ground.

“Where did that beast come from?”

The barbarian leader looked murderous as he tossed Count Mandela away. His huge body took a leap and arrived before the tyrant raptor.

The tyrant raptor spread its wings and swept them down like mountain peaks. Formless pressure descended on him all at once, and the barbarian leader was shocked and forced to release his full power to resist.

Bang!

The barbarian leader was smashed directly into the ground where a large crater was formed. Then, the tyrant raptor grabbed the barbarian leader’s body with its sturdy claws and flung him into the sky before letting him fall again.

“King-level. That’s a king-level beast. Run, run away…”

The battered and half-dead barbarian leader immediately issued the order to retreat. His eyes were filled with horror. Both the Mobatans and barbarians knew what a king-level beast meant.

If a king-level beast wanted to, it could summon countless fierce beasts from the forest. If that were to happen, all the barbarians here would be torn to pieces by the beasts.

Furthermore, a king-level beast itself was comparable to a Sanctuary Contender. No one here was a match for it.

As a result, the barbarian leader quickly gave the order for retreat, and the barbarians withdrew in the blink of an eye. Only corpses were left behind on the battlefield, showing the intensity of the fight earlier.

“Well done.”

Merlin patted the tyrant raptor’s head gently. The raptor laid down, and Mia and Kevin jumped down eagerly and ran towards the injured Count Mandela.