I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 278 The Fallen Captain! (Two Chapters Combined)

boom!
Amidst the dazzling light of the rising sun, some chaos erupted inside Wind Tower Prison.

The seemingly indestructible outer walls were swaying and tilting, looking as if a gust of wind could blow them down completely.

Under this holy light of mutual destruction, all the magical eyes in the high school's sky that detected enemies crashed.

Only the werewolf warden remained, staring blankly at a blurry projection.

What happened?

He quickly pushed aside the heavy curtain and saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

To the west of Wind Tower Prison, hundreds of kilometers of mountains had been leveled.
The forests on which countless creatures depended for survival were completely devoid of even a single blade of grass.

It felt as if I had been plowed by hundreds of thousands, millions of Amos fission bombs.
Only peace and deathly silence remained; not a trace of life was left.

"My sheep!"

The warden cried out in deep sorrow.

As a true veteran werewolf and a pure animal and plant conservation enthusiast,
He came to Fengta Prison so that he could enjoy the happy life of grazing sheep on the grasslands.

The sheep's enormous leather drums, in particular, captivated the werewolf warden.

The forests and grasslands that I've painstakingly maintained for nearly half my life are gone.
The best of the best, the large-skinned drum sheep, are gone.

The werewolf warden's heart was bleeding.

"Who did this? I'm going to kill him!"

Those who cause environmental damage deserve to die!
A jumble of thoughts raced through his mind like lightning. The furious old werewolf forced himself to suppress his rage, which was beyond reason, and took a specially made small silver communicator out of the safe.

This was the secret communicator that the guards escorting Verex had given him a few days ago, informing him that a prison break was likely imminent.

He should be on high alert, and if necessary, he can be asked for support.

However, the Royal Guard did not provide details regarding the specific type of support.

At the time, the arrogant werewolf warden was quite disdainful.

In his view, with natural barriers protecting him, he was practically invincible.

But the result was far different from what he had imagined.

"I never expected that young vampire like Verex would actually betray his country."

"I heard he also brought back envoys from other countries. Could it be people from other continents who caused this kind of destruction?"

The werewolf warden muttered to himself as he pressed the call button on his silver communicator.

Sizzle.
After a disturbing crackling sound, a pleasant, monotonous female voice suddenly rang out.

Hello, welcome to Sky Castle. To request support, press 1; to change the channel, press 2; to file a complaint, press the # key.

The werewolf warden paused for a moment, then subconsciously pressed 1.

Sizzle.
[Your location has been confirmed as Wind Tower Prison. Support will arrive in three minutes. Please wait patiently.]

"Three minutes?"

The warden stretched his arms, his pupils suddenly becoming vertical, as if he had seen a terrifying enemy more than sixty kilometers away.

Although the enemy was stronger than the werewolf had imagined, he did not back down.

The werewolf warden was full of confidence in his strength and was even more certain that he could get within three meters of the enemy without the enemy noticing.

This skill was honed through long hunting experiences, and it embodies the werewolf's hard work and sweat.

He wanted to hold off the enemy for three minutes while waiting for reinforcements to arrive!

He wanted revenge for the dead rams and ewes!

He wants to seek justice for himself, who will never be able to drink fresh goat milk again!
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Clouds are gradually gathering in the sky; a heavy rain is imminent.
The deep, rumbling noise was like the roar of a giant beast.
Ron, his face contorted with rage, floored the accelerator and sped across a wide, flat plain.

The thought of the previous pope risking his life to pave a path stained with blood and bones brought tears to Ron's eyes.

This is the power of inheritance.

However, Fiona, sitting in the passenger seat, didn't think so.

After recovering from his shock, the old man saw Ron's dead body and let out a series of cold laughs.

After such a long period of inseparable contact,

Grandma Fiona already knew exactly what kind of person Ron was.

A reliable assistant?
A peerless genius?
A righteous nemesis of evil?
'No, no, no, this guy is just plain despicable!'

Silently complaining to herself, Fiona gradually came back to her senses from her complicated emotions.

She pursed her lips, then leaned forward lazily, revealing the beautiful curves of her slender body.

"Junior, is it possible that Chrisel is still alive?"

Ultimately, Grandma Fiona is still an elderly person.

Having just recovered from the devastation of losing six teammates, he was then confronted with the truth behind his friend's tragic death.

But he insisted on putting on an arrogant and nonchalant act, leaving Ron at a loss for words.

The blond boy suddenly fell into deep thought, and after a long while, he slowly said:

"The chances are very small, or even very likely there are none."

Upon hearing this, Grandma Fiona's beautiful eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"Hey, am I saying this so you'll put me down?"

"Young man, can't you comfort your grandma? Just tell her everything will be alright. Grandma Fiona, hang in there, things will pass!"

"I really don't know how your brain works. With that mouth of yours, how are you going to find a partner in the future?"

"Are you going to tell a girl, 'Sorry, I want to have sex with you, please become my wife'?"

With each sentence he spoke, the arrogant senior would raise his chin further, displaying utter contempt for Ron, this virgin.

Hearing this string of complaints, Ron understood perfectly.

It's not surprising that Fiona, being older, experienced significant changes and entered menopause.

The blond boy thought for a moment, then looked away from the road ahead and said sincerely:

“Uh, Ms. Fiona, you can think of a good aspect.”

"For example, your original body actually died along with your friends a long time ago, and now only this little soul is left, barely clinging to life."

"Ron Griffiths! Are you trying to die?!"

"Grandma, I'm barely clinging to life."

Boom—Boom—Boom—

Before Fiona's shrill roar had even subsided, the truck, traveling at full speed, suddenly experienced a series of tremors.

Blood and shattered entrails splattered all over the windshield like they were free.

Ron was startled and immediately gripped the steering wheel to steady the car, while turning on the windshield wipers in an attempt to clear a clean area on the windshield.

"Junior, what's wrong?"

The senior passenger in the front seat exclaimed in surprise.

The blond boy, however, answered with unusual calmness and composure:

"It's nothing, it's just a speed bump."

You have killed a Tier 5 werewolf and gained 400 proficiency points.

[The "Evil-Slaying Expert" title skill is activated, granting you an additional 2x proficiency points.]

[Proficiency +800] Tier 5 werewolf, when did it arrive?
When the panel notification appeared, Ron was secretly amazed.

Although Fiona had interrupted me during the driving, diverting my attention.

But unexpectedly, someone could actually conceal their presence and silently lurk along the truck's path.

But he knew nothing about it.

That's a truly terrifying method of concealment, if it weren't for being hidden in the middle of the road.
Ron's lips twitched, and he silently mourned for half a second before his attention was drawn to a massive white building.

We've arrived at Wind Tower Prison!
The roaring behemoth let out another roar, and the heavy truck regained its speed, plunging headlong into the white wall.

boom--

The sturdy outer wall, ten meters high and three meters thick, collapsed instantly, sending rubble and dust flying everywhere, causing most of the prisoners to flee in panic.

The remaining small group consisted of more astute individuals who had already noticed the recent disturbances at Wind Tower Prison.

Whether it was the transfer of most of the prison guards, the earth-shaking tremors, or the sunrise-like radiance.

All of this undoubtedly points to one thing.

Someone forced their way in from the outside and even managed to take down the heavy firepower guarding the wind tower.

Just who is this incredible person!
Most of the prisoners were shocked and began to consider whether they could take this opportunity to escape.

The sky grew increasingly dark, and within just three minutes, it was filled with layers of dark clouds.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning appeared.

Hundreds of lightning bolts, each as thick as a bucket, rained down from the sky, indiscriminately attacking everyone present.

In an instant, some prisoners, before they could react, were reduced to charred corpses, convulsing and collapsing to the ground.

Some of the blame disintegrated into a handful of ashes, which were blown everywhere by the increasingly fierce wind.

It's too late, but it's soon.

The moment Ron broke into the prison, he noticed the change in the celestial phenomena.

He kicked open the car door, and Fiona, who was already inside the bracelet, rolled on the spot to avoid a lightning attack.

"Quickly find that vampire! There's an abnormal energy gathering in the sky that we can't break right now. We need to get out of this wretched place as soon as possible!"

Grandma Fiona's warning rang in his ears, but the blond boy didn't dare to raise his head. He quickly moved and found an entrance, then darted inside.

With the buildings blocking the view, Ron was finally able to see the scene in the sky clearly.

Countless bolts of lightning, like menacing tentacles, relentlessly bombarded the outdoor buildings.

With just a moment of contact, the hard bricks shattered, turning into ashes as they flew through the air and were swept away by the wind to the horizon.

"I rely on..."

Why do you Oran people always manage to come up with such outrageous things?!

Without a second thought, Ron knew it must be the Federation's magical device that could manipulate celestial phenomena and the climate.

"It's not as powerful as the lightning the guild leader conjures by hand, but this is happening way too frequently..."

The continuous flashes of lightning illuminated the night into day, and the relentless booming sounds shook the walls of the entire prison, sending clumps of dust flying.

That bastard, it really was a trap!

Ron cursed inwardly, wasting no time, and quickly searched for Verex's location on the first floor of the prison.

"Let me out quickly!"

"help me!"

"I have money, lots of money. You can have it all if you get me out of here!"

In an atmosphere reminiscent of the apocalypse, numerous prisoners in the jail reached out from behind the iron bars, trying to grasp at the last straw.

Boom——

Thunderclaps followed one after another; a section of the walls of Wind Tower Prison was torn off by a sudden gust of wind, catching dozens of prisoners completely off guard.

They were instantly swept into the air and turned into piles of black ash.

Ron's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace, summoning dozens of heroic spirits to search with him.

Finally, a single cell with its door severely damaged came into view.

Upon seeing this, Ron kicked without thinking.
The iron gate flew open, and the blond boy followed it inside.

"Vellex, I've come to save you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he finally saw the horrific scene inside the solitary cell.

Countless crumpled pieces of paper covered the ground, while the vampire councilor was trying to find solace in the sleepless night.

"Holy crap!"

Verex was startled and immediately grabbed the blanket and hugged it tightly, making an awkward eye contact with Ron.

"me"

He stammered, completely losing his usual wisdom and composure.

"I'm checking the jailbreaking tools, yes, jailbreaking tools!"

"You know, some professional spies always hide tools in the nooks and crannies of their bodies, so, so."

🇧🇷
Ron didn't know if Verex himself believed this long passage, but he certainly didn't.

I said, "It's only been four or five days since I last saw you, how come you've lost so much weight and look so haggard? Oh, I didn't know you had this kind of hobby."
Ron's lips twitched, and he carefully avoided the small crumpled paper on the ground, placing one hand on the vampire senator's shoulder.

"Vellex, I'm late. You've had a really tough time these past few days!"

How could it not be hard work?
There wasn't even room to put your feet down in the entire solitary confinement cell.

Upon hearing this, Velex managed an awkward yet polite smile.

"Um...can we not tell Vivian?"

He simply did what any man would do, and his ultimate goal was to protect his personal safety.

How can this be wrong!?
Ron nodded, not delving into such a private matter, but instead gesturing towards the outside world.

"Vellex, now is not the time for reminiscing."
"Lilvis has set a trap and activated that magical device within the Federation that can alter the heavens and create calamities across the entire continent. Do you have any good plans to escape?"

Wait, wait, what are you saying?
Upon hearing Ron's account, the vampire senator froze, his eyes widening as he asked:

"A magical artifact capable of altering celestial phenomena and creating calamities that span the entire continent?"

"Does the Federation possess this weapon?"

"You do not know?"

Verex shook his head blankly.

After thinking for a moment, Ron knew what was going on.

The story of Krisel was told by the Elf Queen, an ancient elf who had lived for over a thousand years and whose knowledge and intelligence far surpassed those of Verex, who had only been in office for a few years.

Furthermore, given that Federal Speaker Lilvey intentionally concealed the act of betrayal, it is understandable that subsequent members of parliament were unaware of it.

Ron glanced at the increasingly violent weather outside and clicked his tongue.

If he were alone, Ron could guarantee he could escape before his divine power was exhausted.

But he always felt a bit uneasy about bringing Verex along.

I wonder how things are going with the president; he should be in position by now.
I just hope the Elf Queen can lend a hand and find Lilvis or the location of that weapon.
The mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows behind.

Rescuing Verex is only one aspect; the most important thing is to capture the leader first.

Only in this way can the problem be solved and the sparks that ignited the war be extinguished!

(End of this chapter)