Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Inside the hall, Arya and Baal had been waiting for quite some time.

Six years have also left their mark on them, transforming them from teenagers into promising young talents.

Arya seems to have completely emerged from the shadow of losing Lin Chen, and her demeanor is more composed than before.

Dressed in an elegant dark green robe, she stood by the window and exuded a resemblance to Vera, the former chieftain of the Night Song Clan.

However, there was still a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Although Baal is still not tall, he has completely shed his former timidity. He stands tall, has sharp eyes, and is surrounded by faint fluctuations of bone energy.

It has a short and sharp appearance.

Both were third-class apprentices, with Arya reaching the peak of the third class, just one step away from becoming a formal wizard.

But... that step trapped far too many people.

Upon seeing Lynn enter, the two bowed simultaneously, saying, "Mentor."

Lynn nodded, his gaze sweeping over the two of them.

"My posting is over. Once the replacement wizard arrives, I will return to the academy."

Arya and Baal exchanged a glance and said simultaneously, "Master, we are willing to go with you!"

Lynn shook her head.

"The Bone Spire is not suitable for you, and your family needs you. Stay in the main world, cultivate in peace, and consider other options after you break through to become a formal wizard."

Even if I return to the academy, I won't stay there for long. Even if they go with me, they won't get my protection and will have to struggle for survival like the other apprentices.

It would be better to cultivate within the family, where one can gain the family's support.

Arya opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just lowered her head and said, "Yes... I understand."

Baal bowed his head and said, "Your student obeys."

Lynn looked at them for a moment, then took out two spatial bags from his pocket and handed them to the two men respectively.

"You've worked hard all these years. Here are some resources; use them to cultivate yourself properly."

The two took it, probed it with their spiritual power, and were both stunned.

The bag contained thousands of magic stones neatly stacked inside, along with several bottles of potions suitable for breaking through bottlenecks in magic.

"Mentor..." Aria looked up, her eyes slightly red.

Lynn waved her hand, stopping her from continuing.

"After returning to your family, cultivate diligently, improve yourself as soon as possible, and take control of your own destiny."

If one cannot advance to become a formal wizard, then an ordinary apprentice will only live to be a hundred years old at most, and will soon grow old.

Especially for someone like Baal, who is half wizard and half warrior, his physical abilities will gradually decline, making it even more difficult to break through in the future.

...

In the days that followed, the entire Shadow Mine was gripped by an atmosphere of division.

Having lived here for ten years, I've grown accustomed to everything here, and the sudden change is quite disorienting.

Two days before the end of their deployment, Shadow Mine welcomed a strange guest.

Or rather... it has welcomed a new owner.

That morning, Lynn was checking the lab for anything that had been overlooked when Haske sent word from the outpost.

The garrison wizard who was replacing him has arrived and is resting briefly at the outpost. He is expected to arrive in the afternoon.

Upon hearing this, Lynn informed everyone, telling them to pack their things and prepare to make room.

...

In the afternoon, five figures rode on a strange creature and flew rapidly from the direction of the valley.

With a lion's head, a sheep's body, and a dragon's tail, each of the three heads exhaled breaths of a different color, and its wingspan was a full fifteen meters.

The riders on its back were protected by a light gray energy shield, looking down at the mine landscape below.

"Master, is that Shadow Mine?" A young apprentice poked his head out, looking around curiously.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly:

"Hmm, I've heard that the wizard stationed here is no ordinary person. Haske at the outpost speaks highly of Lord Lynn."

His gaze swept down and then suddenly stopped.

To the left of the mine entrance, a huge ancient tree stands quietly.

Its trunk is so thick that it takes seven or eight people to hug it, and its bark has an eerie gray-green color, with a viscous liquid constantly seeping from its surface.

The tree crown had long since withered, but the dry branches were moving without wind, like countless whips ready to be unleashed.

On the right, a giant lava statue, tens of meters tall, sits cross-legged, its body covered in dark red magma, and with each "breath," waves of heat radiate outwards.

The ground beneath it was scorched black and cracked, and the surrounding land was barren.

Sain's pupils contracted slightly.

Cataclysmic!

Both are at the level of natural disasters!

It's an extremely powerful Cataclysmic-level being!

His spiritual power continued to spread deeper into the valley.

Further away, a skeletal Tyrannosaurus Rex lay dozing in the shadows of the rock wall, its dark golden skeleton gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the dim light.

Another skeletal whale loomed in and out of sight in the mist, the surrounding fog filled with an endless chill.

A monster covered in bloody tentacles climbed the rock face, while a skeletal dragon spread its wings at the valley's summit, followed by a skeletal eagle and a skeletal bull...

Cataclysmic!

All of them are natural disasters!

In addition, countless undead wander throughout the valley, including some of the most catastrophic.

Sain remained silent.

He himself is a second-circle wizard, and his undead legion also has two Cataclysm-level combatants and more than twenty Calamity-level undead.

But compared to the situation before us... it's not enough, not even close.

"Mentor," a tall, thin apprentice asked in a low voice.

"What level are those undead below? Why do I feel like I can't breathe?"

Sain took a deep breath and said slowly:

"That ancient tree is a Catastrophe-level creature, that lava behemoth is a Catastrophe-level creature, and that wyvern in the valley is also a Catastrophe-level creature."

"And that giant whale, that bone dragon, the bone eagle, and the bone bull are all calamity-level creatures."

The four apprentices simultaneously gasped in shock.

"Cataclysmic level?" The tall, thin apprentice's eyes widened. "So many Cataclysmic levels?!"

"Not just." Sain shook his head. "I can sense that there should be quite a few more in the mines and valleys."

He now held Lord Lynn, whom he had never met before, in even greater regard.

No wonder the people at the outpost spoke of him with such respect, and even Lord Grom seemed to value him highly.

To possess such an undead legion requires extraordinary strength and methods.

Just then, a figure appeared in the sky above the fortress, catching the eye of the middle-aged wizard.

Although her eyes could clearly see the man's figure, her mental scan revealed nothing.

The man was dressed in a black wizard's robe with magical patterns, and his face was unusually young, looking no more than twenty years old.

He hovered in mid-air, surrounded by faint spatial fluctuations, his gaze calmly fixed on the descending chimera.

Sain felt a chill run down his spine.

He couldn't sense the extent of the other party's strength.

That seemingly thin layer of spatial energy acted like an invisible barrier, blocking all his probes from entering.