Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

On the right, a frosthide dwarf wearing a frost wolf headgear was violently pulled to the right by the wind rope and slammed heavily against a rock wall. With a "bang," the rock wall was instantly shattered, and dust filled the air.

Harrogan followed closely behind, firing over a dozen wind projectiles at the front. These projectiles, accompanied by a whistling sound, rained down on the Frostskin Dwarf, creating a chaotic "table tennis" sound in the distance.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a frost-skinned dwarf, clad entirely in ice crystal armor, slowly emerged. The armor was still covered in lingering frost, and there were several small bullet holes on its surface, indicating that the wind bullets had not caused any substantial damage.

The frost-skinned dwarf stood firmly, holding an ice crystal hammer in one hand and a round ice shield in the other, facing off against Harogen. Their gazes met, and an invisible force seemed to clash in the air as their fighting spirit gradually intensified.

"Bolton Tango," the Frostskin Dwarf said in Common.

"Harlogan Budil" Harlogan responded.

The two sides were on the verge of battle, and the fight broke out in an instant—Borton roared and launched the first attack, raising his giant hammer and slamming it heavily to the ground.

With a deafening roar, the ground instantly cracked open, and then countless sharp ice spikes surged up from the cracks, piercing Harrogen with a bone-chilling cold.

The cracks in the ground spread to Harogen, and the surging ice spikes gradually pierced towards him. Harogen raised his hands, and an invisible force burst forth, instantly shattering the ice spikes that were surging in front of him. The ground also stopped surging with ice spikes, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Harlogan pushed his hands forward, and an even stronger hurricane swept towards Bolton, shattering the ice spikes that surged along the way.

The hurricane, carrying dense ice crystals, roared towards Bolton, but he paid no heed to the force of the wind. He stood firm amidst the raging storm, letting the sharp ice crystals pelt his armor with a "table tennis" sound, leaving only a few faint white marks.

Harlogan's eyes flashed with blue light, and the next second, the ice crystals surrounding Bolton exploded, scattering fragments that cut his cheeks like sharp blades.

The Frost Blast spell was very powerful; it blasted holes in Bolton's hard ice crystal armor, sending shattered ice fragments mixed with the cold air flying everywhere.

Bolton remained unfazed as the holes in his ice crystal armor were instantly filled at a visible speed. He then hurled his ice shield forward, and the shield shattered the howling hurricane, slamming heavily against the wind screen.

With a loud "crack," the sturdy wind barrier shattered, and a violent gust of air scattered in all directions. Harogen quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the incoming ice shield.

In that instant, Bolton shot forward like an arrow, his massive hammer, radiating a chilling aura, crashing down on Harlogan.

Harrogan suddenly raised his hands upwards, and a thick ice wall rose from the ground, blocking Bolton's massive ice crystal hammer.

"clang--"

The giant hammer collided violently with the ice wall, producing a deafening crack, and both sides suffered varying degrees of damage.

Harrogan raised his left hand and lightly tapped the ice wall with his index finger. The thick ice wall slammed forward with a whooshing sound, crashing into Bolton and sending him staggering backward, leaving deep scratches on the ground beneath his feet.

Bolton, fearing that Harrogan would cast Frost Blast on the ice wall again, immediately took a deep breath and roared angrily at the front.

"roar-"

The roar, carrying powerful sound waves, seemed to shatter the air. The surrounding rubble trembled slightly from the force, and even the ground rippled slightly.

The sound waves continued their momentum, rushing towards Harlogan like an invisible giant wave.

Harogen sensed the astonishing power of the sound wave. His wind element surged violently around him, and he flashed to the side like a gust of wind, barely avoiding the impact.

"Boom—uh"

An apprentice in the distance was hit by the sound wave. His witchcraft tools shattered instantly, and two lines of blood seeped from his ear canals. He groaned and collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Bolton's eyes were bloodshot, filled with a bloodthirsty ferocity, and a ghostly blue light suddenly shone from the eye sockets of the Frostwolf head mask on his head.

The next second, a thick white mist enveloped him, rapidly condensing and shaping in front of him into a robust frost wolf phantom, identical to the wolf head on the hood, exuding a terrifyingly fierce aura.

The mist around the Frostwolf phantom surged violently, and its eyes, which should have been icy green, now glowed with a scarlet light, revealing a bloodthirsty killing intent.

It suddenly opened its blood-red maw, the mist on its fangs most solidified, carrying a chilling aura capable of freezing flesh, and lunged fiercely at Harrogan.

Harrogan, having regained his footing, was startled when he saw the suddenly appearing frost wolf phantom. He flicked his wrist forward, and an ice blade gleaming with a chilling white light instantly materialized, shooting towards the frost wolf phantom with a whooshing sound.

The ice blade collided with the Frostwolf phantom, its power no less than that of the Frostwolf leader. With a "whoosh," the ice blade pierced through the Frostwolf phantom's body, bringing up a large amount of white mist.

The phantasmal wolf phantom was not hindered in the slightest; only the mist around its body thinned a little, and it continued to charge toward Harrogan.

Harrogan quickly gathered a swirling ball of wind between his palms, and with a sudden push forward, the wind instantly transformed into a sharp fan-shaped storm that hurtled straight towards the illusory Frostwolf.

Haro intended to use the storm to disperse the illusory image of the frost wolf before him, but the image seemed to have anticipated his intentions. Just before the storm arrived, it dissipated into a cloud of white mist that drifted away in all directions, thus avoiding the storm.

Immediately afterwards, the white mist flew swiftly toward Harrogan as if it were alive, rapidly gathering and condensing before his eyes, transforming once again into the ferocious phantom of the frost wolf.

As Harrogan was about to raise his hand to cast a defensive spell upon seeing the suddenly appearing phantom of a frost wolf, a roar came from not far away.

Harrogan was caught off guard and knocked to the ground by the sound wave, interrupting the spell he was halfway through. Fortunately, the power was much weaker this time, and he was not injured.

The one who roared was Bolton. Summoning the Frostwolf phantom had clearly exhausted him greatly; he was already slumped on the ground, completely drained, his chest heaving violently, and even the blue light around the eyes of the Frostwolf head mask had dimmed considerably.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the phantom of the frost wolf pounced on the fallen Harrogan, its gaping maw snapping open to bite his chest.

"Snap—Bang!"

Harogen reacted with lightning speed, instantly conjuring a wind blast in his chest. Just as the fangs of the Frostwolf phantom pierced his chest, the wind blast exploded, shattering the phantom's head and sending white mist flying in all directions.