Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

A silvery glow suddenly appeared on the edge of the Elstein war zone. It was as fine as a star and slowly fell to the ground with the cold wind. The silvery glow disappeared into the soil as soon as it touched it.

Soon, a silver line burst forth from the point of impact, meandering across the frozen wasteland, and in a short while it wove into a ribbon of light several hundred meters long.

The surface of the light band shimmered with a flowing silver luster, as if countless tiny stars were sealed beneath the earth's surface and gently floating.

As time passed, the silver band of light began to slowly swell and stretch, with tiny, arc-like halos appearing at its edges.

In a short while, the band of light, like silk stretched open by an invisible hand, instantly rose into a semi-transparent wall of light.

The silver light flowing across the wall was extremely intense, and countless silver-white runes could be vaguely seen rolling within it, as if some enormous thing was gathering strength to break through this wall of light.

The wall of light continued to rise, as if lifted up by an invisible force, eventually condensing into a majestic giant gate of light in mid-air.

Its door frame shimmered with a liquid silver-like luster, as if a galaxy had solidified there. Countless runes on the door frame darted and swam like fish, gathering into intricate array patterns.

As the array patterns on the door frame converged and took shape like constellations, the entire light gate suddenly trembled, causing the mountains next to the war zone to tremble as well.

The next second, countless silver lightning bolts exploded on the light gate, and the dense electric light surged wildly, making the light gate shine even more brightly.

"Buzz—"

With a long, drawn-out hum, the originally translucent surface of the light gate began to solidify at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The free-floating spatial energy from all around was drawn and surged wildly toward this place, condensing into fine, flowing patterns on its surface.

Suddenly, a blinding light flashed through the patterns, seemingly illuminating the previously dim sky. As the light faded, the portal appeared to open, revealing an unknown passageway from within. Clear and orderly footsteps echoed from within.

Before long, wizard apprentices from Everfrost Spire began to pour out of the portal, flowing in like streams and orderly converging into this final battle zone.

Each person was clad in brand-new witchcraft, the runes engraved on their surfaces shimmering with a faint magical glow.

Many apprentices still clutched finely crafted staffs, their ancient patterns and the crystals inlaid at the top reflecting a cold luster.

They were all seasoned third-class wizard apprentices who had studied for many years and had been tempered by countless battles. The scholarly air of studying magical knowledge had long since faded from their bodies, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

Each of their hands was stained with the lives of countless Frostskin Dwarves; the heavy stench of blood had long since seeped into their souls and would accompany them for the rest of their lives.

The formal wizards followed closely behind, quietly appearing from mid-air above the portal. They were surrounded by a faint aura of magic, exuding an unfathomable majesty compared to the wizard apprentices below.

They activated their respective flight spells, soaring through the air with different but equally swift movements:

Some were surrounded by surging wind elements, like ocean waves, which lifted them up and suspended them in the air; others had wings formed from condensed elements spreading out behind them.

Each flap of their wings creates tiny ripples of elemental energy, drawing streaks of light of various colors in the air.

However, the most eye-catching sight was the airship that appeared last.

First, an enormous frost dragon head slowly emerged from the silver light gate. Although the head had lost its vitality, the scales on its face still gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light.

Even though his eyes were empty and pupils were gone, his frozen, ferocious posture still exuded a terrifying pressure.

Immediately afterwards, the ship's hull, covered with exquisite runes, gradually took shape, and the runes, which shimmered with light, lit up one by one, propelling the talisman ship to fly slowly forward.

Only when the exquisite stern appeared did the airship finally emerge completely from the portal.

This airship was the very one that had transported Hughes and his companions. The runes on its hull still shone brightly, silently supporting the giant ship as it soared through the skies.

The massive ship hung in mid-air like a large, moving dark cloud, casting shadows over a large area of ​​the apprentices below.

Against the backdrop of the frost-headed dragon, the entire airship resembled a colossal beast emerging from the ice, poised to crush the frost-skinned dwarves before it.

It seemed that the teleportation of the airship had exhausted the last of the portal's energy. As the entire ship emerged from the portal, the silver light faded at a visible speed, and the flowing runes and patterns quickly disappeared.

In an instant, the light gate completely collapsed, turning into countless tiny silver particles that dissipated into the air like stardust.

As all the silvery light dissipated, the previous burst of silvery light suddenly shot out from the ground, soaring straight into the sky and transforming into a dazzling meteor that flew precisely into the airship.

Meanwhile, the Frostskin Dwarves on the distant watchtowers also noticed the unusual activity at the edge of the war zone.

Looking through their detection tools, they saw a blinding silver light suddenly appear on the distant horizon, followed by the sudden appearance of a massive portal of light.

The next moment, countless apprentices and wizards dressed in fine equipment poured out of the portal, and lastly, the iconic dragon-headed airship of the Everfrost Spire slowly sailed out of the portal like a flying behemoth.

The Frostskin Dwarves on the watchtower had never seen anything like this before. They were instantly terrified and frantically rushed to the communication devices inside the tower to relay this astonishing message to the army below.

Upon hearing the news, the frost-skinned dwarves below were thrown into chaos, and they all hurriedly prepared for battle:

The dwarves on the city wall swiftly activated the rune cannons, the runes on the cannons instantly lighting up with a ghostly blue light. Soldiers carrying frost iron crossbow bolts had already loaded them onto their giant crossbows, the arrow tips gleaming coldly in the wind. The catapults inside the city wall had also taut their ropes, waiting only for a command to activate the launching device and launch an attack.

The official wizards in the steel conference hall had all left and returned to their respective garrison troops.

The wizards of Everfrost Spire moved with incredible speed, quickly closing in on the Frostskin Dwarves' stronghold. As soon as they entered the shortest range of their magical attacks, they launched a fierce assault on the protective shield without hesitation.

Various colored halos exploded one after another in the crowd, and streams of witchcraft rushed towards the light barrier like streaks of light.

But when these spells collided with the light barrier, apart from bursting up puffs of smoke, the light barrier didn't even ripple.

"Alright, stop."

In the sky, a formal wizard spoke slowly, his voice soft yet clearly reaching the ears of all the apprentices at the front of the army.

The previous attack was merely a test of the light barrier's strength. Seeing that the dense level-zero magic couldn't even create a ripple, the formal wizard decided to personally test just how sturdy it was.