Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

After Lorne had packed everything up, he headed to the meeting point indicated by the badge.

It's not far; it's just an open space on the edge of the apprenticeship area, and it only takes about ten minutes to get there.

The town receded behind us on both sides, and soon a vast grassland came into view.

A magical shuttle, roughly the size of a wooden house, was parked in a spacious open space, next to which stood a tall, burly middle-aged man.

If it weren't for the fact that his nearly ripped robe was a standard style issued by the Black Sun Tower, Lorne probably wouldn't have recognized him as the wizard leading the conscription.

"I have answered the call." Lorne walked up to the burly wizard and handed him his apprentice badge.

After recording the information, the latter casually scanned Lorne with his mental power and returned the apprentice badge.

"Stay to the side and wait for everyone to arrive before we set off," he said in a somewhat rough voice, which suited his appearance.

"Hmm." Lorne retrieved his apprentice badge, walked to the spell shuttle, and waited quietly.

A deep hum continuously emanated from the shuttle.

This was the first time Lorne had ever seen such a large mobile vehicle; previously, he had always traveled long distances using teleportation arrays.

Compared to teleportation arrays, spell shuttles offer greater freedom, allowing users to fly wherever they want without fixed teleportation points.

The only drawback is that energy replenishment is not convenient.

Once you've learned and mastered the magic of flight, there's no need to ride these kinds of flying shuttles anymore.

After waiting for a while, people began to emerge from the town's exits and come to the magic shuttle to register their information with the burly wizard.

A somewhat familiar face came into Lorne's view, which surprised him.

It was a giant man who stood two meters tall, with a bloated build, black veins crawling all over his arms, and scales resembling snake scales covering his skin.

The burly man walked up to the fierce wizard and bowed slightly in great reverence: "Teacher, I've come."

What a small world... Lorne couldn't help but marvel.

More than a month ago, I had contact with this big man when I was handling the commission issued by Mrs. Elena.

He was the first to accept the commission from the goblin merchant, and afterwards, instead of going with Rudolf and the others, he went alone to find the Tears of the Elves.

The final outcome remains unknown.

After all, this was the second time the two had met.

Maybe he has information about Lady Elena? Lorne wondered.

After registering, the big man walked towards Lorne. When their eyes met, he was clearly stunned for a moment.

"You little brat, you're from back then..." Clearly, the big man recognized Lorne on the spot, but he wasn't sure.

He tilted his chin up and began to ponder, searching for relevant memories.

"Wait a minute!" The burly man belatedly realized something and asked in a puzzled tone, "How are you still alive?"

"Your squad wasn't completely wiped out in the resource zone..." He began to doubt himself, muttering to himself.

Lorne accurately picked up on several key words: "Count Renoir," "case," and "missing."

Oops...

When Lorne first saw the big man at the market, he wondered how the big man, who was just a wizard apprentice, could have come into contact with the bloodline of a supernatural being at the level of a formal wizard and modified his physical body.

The question was answered by his greeting to the burly wizard.

The great man became the disciple of a bloodline wizard!

The biggest problem now is that the big man knows about Rudolf and the others' disappearance, yet he himself appears unharmed before him.

In his understanding, he had gone to carry out the commission with Rudolf and the others; they had disappeared, but he was still alive.

We must find a solution as soon as possible.

"I don't know," Lorne said, feigning regret. "After entering the resource area, I separated from them."

"They felt I was a burden to the team and abandoned me as soon as we entered the fire elemental zone."

In the Black Sun Tower, it's normal for a team to have useless mortals who are abandoned.

Who would want to bring along someone who gets in the way when carrying out a task?

This explanation made the big man look Lorne up and down with some skepticism, and finally his gaze settled on the magic sword at his waist.

"You're really lucky!" The big man glanced at the apprentice badge on Lorne's chest a few more times, looking like he understood.

He then walked over to the burly wizard and stopped paying attention to Lorne.

Lorne watched the burly man depart with a smile, a barely perceptible hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes...

About an hour later, all the apprentices who had responded to the call had arrived, and the burly wizard's rough voice rang out in the arena.

"Everyone is here, so let's set off." He crossed his arms and coldly announced to his apprentices, "You can call me Gunnar, the wizard leading this conscription."

"Lord Gunnar." Nearly fifteen apprentices bowed in unison, greeting him politely.

Only Lorne was a beat slower, being the last to bend down.

The burly man did not bow; instead, he stood beside the fierce wizard with his arms crossed, his face cold.

No wonder they are master and disciple; their expressions are exactly the same, and they even look somewhat alike.

"No need for formalities." The burly wizard waved his hand, signaling everyone to stand up straight.

At the opportune moment, the burly man pointed to the magical shuttle and, on behalf of the burly wizard, said, "Everyone, get on the shuttle!"

After a flurry of footsteps, all the apprentices stepped onto the deck of the flying shuttle.

A faint ripple enveloped the shuttle, accompanied by a deep whooshing sound and the rumble of its power core, and the spell shuttle slowly floated into the air.

Dense array patterns lit up one after another on the surface of the shuttle, and the various functional modules began to operate rapidly.

Air-breaking module, suspension module, protection module...etc.

The apprentices present were experiencing this feeling for the first time in their lives, and they stood on the edge of the deck, looking down with great curiosity.

Among them were many who looked somber, their faces filled with worry, and most of them wore a silver badge on their chests.

They were all first-level wizard apprentices, and even though Wall Manor was the main battlefield where the two forces had clashed, they couldn't help but feel intimidated.

Lorne sat silently in a corner of the deck, observing the forces that had been mobilized to his side.

A bloodline wizard, whose exact rank is unknown, plus his student, a third-level apprentice.

Of the remaining people, about ten were first-level apprentices, and a few were second-level apprentices.

In terms of strength, the level of danger this time depends on the true strength of the burly wizard. If they really encounter the wizard of the Firefly Forest, only he and the big man can be of any use.

Aside from Lorne himself, the rest were just small fry, hardly any fighting power. Their only use was to provide kills for the enemy and increase their kill count...