Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 226 Blood Raven Wasteland

In the western part of the Blood Raven Wasteland, in the center of a city, a gigantic flower instantly transformed from a demonic seed into a colossal creature, looming over the city.

This red demonic flower, every detail of its petals is a gigantic maw, devouring everything around it. Even its roots are like wooden dragons, constantly expanding outwards, changing the terrain, and drawing energy from the surrounding earth veins.

The Giant Whale Demon Flower's absorption of resources is reckless and endless. At the same time, demonized seeds are sown on this land and begin to absorb resources as well, only eating and never spitting out, just like a mythical creature.

The sheer volume of magical resources piled together inherently signifies danger. A super bomb capable of altering the geological landscape could easily be created.

The black wizard apprentices in the city are fighting against the plant minions, derivatives of this magical flower, and trying to get close to this high-level magical plant to stop its further spread.

Meanwhile, the vampires of the Blood Curse Court sounded the alarm system in the city's central area.

A powerful curse magic energy surged from the ground into the sky, releasing a curse that formed a cursed scar resembling a vampire's face.

Large numbers of dark wizard apprentices are arriving from all directions, eager to remove this magical plant before the Ecological Destruction Curse is fully completed, in order to reduce its drastic impact on the magical ecology of the Blood Curse Court's heartland.

Meanwhile, Morgana's first-ring wizard student, who had planned the event, stood on a hilltop not far away, coldly watching the scene unfold.

"Yes, this should buy Sophia and the others a lot of time."

“A first-ring level wizard, as long as he lies in hiding, will never be able to escape the detection of the Wall of the Believers, otherwise the Blood Curse Tribunal would have to stop playing around long ago.”

"But as long as we launch attacks in other directions, we can mislead them into thinking that this direction is our main attack direction."

“But it’s true, it’s not bad that they were able to destroy a magical creature curse research institute in this city with this long-planned spell.” The first-ring wizard lowered his head and thought, “That should be a first-level research project of the Blood Curse Tribunal, right?”

The witch Sofia contacted him through the Nibelung astrological system and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Senior Massimo Vasquez."

“If it weren’t for you, we would have had a very difficult time getting into the heart of the Blood Curse Court, the Blood Raven Wasteland.”

Massimo Vascos, the wizard, chuckled and said, "It's alright, you're our junior sister after all."

"Although I don't understand why you're in such a hurry, why you can't wait and insist on leaving Lilith's Hut immediately, we senior brothers will definitely help you."

"Sophia, when you go to the Starfield Sea, remember to write to us."

Lady Morgana's icy voice rang in their ears. "Massimo, retreat immediately."

“There are already three first-ring wizards near you. If you two chat any longer, you won’t be able to come back.”

“But you don’t need to worry too much. I have two formal wizard students who have set up one-time high-level magical plants in two other directions. This operation is not only to cooperate with Sophia, but also to take the opportunity to destroy their three level two or higher projects.”

Massimo Vascoss became serious, immediately summoned a flying magical plant, and used flight magic to quickly escape from the location.

He had barely escaped for five minutes when a blood curse spell descended from the sky. The crimson energy missed its target and crashed into the spot where he had left, corroding the soil.

The enraged dark wizards charged forward. "Damn it, he's already gone!" "He might not have escaped; there are reports of attacks in other areas as well. Those damned white wizards, how long have they been planning this?"

"Why is our Wall of the Believers not reacting at all, and being led by the nose everywhere? That Wall of the Believers cost us 500,000! Did those swindlers from the Imperial Corpse Court sell us a stripped-down version of the defense system?"

"Let's think about how to deal with this giant whale-shaped magic flower first. Once this magic flower reaches full maturity, even a formal wizard would risk death if he got close to it. We absolutely cannot let it continue to absorb the magical resources of this land."

"But if we rashly destroy it, a massive explosion will occur. Not only will this top-level laboratory be destroyed, but the entire city and the magical tides here will also be wiped out."

"In the end, you should have listened to me. We should have invested more resources in necromantic ecology and recruited a few black wizards who have done in-depth research in this field. Otherwise, we wouldn't be so passive in the field of ecological construction and have been constantly on the defensive."

“Charlas, what you say is very good, but the problem is, where do we get so much money to hire such talent? Where do we have the research facilities to invite such talent over? Apart from those who study curse magic, who would consider our Blood Curse Tribunal?”

……

Half a day later, the mortal ships had docked at the shore. Locke and his men quickly took their cargo and a group of hired mortal employees and landed on the Blood Raven Wasteland.

Locke heard Lady Morgana whisper in their ears, "I have created the most favorable conditions for your infiltration and invasion."

"The rest is up to you."

“Sophia, according to the intelligence we obtained earlier, you will be only 30 kilometers away from the target when you land at this port.”

"Even at the normal speed of mortal movement, it would only take you 3 days to arrive."

Sophia the Witch responded in her heart, through the Nibelungen Ring, "I understand. Thank you, teacher."

After landing, the group disguised themselves as a normal merchant caravan, went through the formalities at the port, found acquaintances, and secretly left the port, just like any other ordinary smugglers.

On the muddy path, in the middle of a caravan of carriages, Locke sat in one of the carriages, looked up at the sky, and immediately frowned in displeasure.

The air in the Blood Raven Wasteland is dry and cold, and a cursed energy permeates it, which is naturally harmful to human health.

Humans living here would have their natural lifespan reduced by at least 10 years under normal circumstances.

Meanwhile, the sky over this plateau is covered with thick, layered clouds, preventing the sun from ever shining here.

Even during the day, the sky here is a bluish-green.

Clearly, this plateau has undergone magical transformations over thousands of years by the Blood Curse Court, resulting in environmental changes.

The curse magic here seems to be amplified out of nowhere.

White magic is naturally suppressed.

(End of this chapter)