Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Walking on the dirt roads patrolled during the day requires even greater caution at night.

Throughout the journey, the four members of Dago's group did not speak to each other.

Their attention was focused on the dim forest, and they were on alert for any unusual noises.

The grueling night patrol passed quickly, and everyone finally relaxed their tense nerves upon returning to the treehouse base.

A large iron pot was set up on the open ground of the outpost, filled with boiling water, which was used by everyone for bathing.

Forest patrols are no easy task; without showering, you'll experience intense itching and discomfort.

Dago built two bathhouses, one for men and one for women, and to avoid embarrassment, the two bathhouses were built at opposite corners of the quadrilateral stronghold.

After midnight, everyone takes turns on night duty, one hour each, and the duty is decided by drawing lots.

The duty of night watch is to stand on the watchtower and keep watch to prevent the black-robed wizards of the Darkblood Council from launching a nighttime attack.

After drawing their respective night duty cards, everyone dispersed, some chatting, some sleeping, and some practicing their cultivation.

Dago naturally chose to cultivate, not wanting to waste a single minute.

In order not to disturb everyone's rest, Dago did not choose the witchcraft that would create a big commotion by blowing up the tree.

Instead, it refers to the practice of auxiliary witchcraft such as meditation, detection, and resonance.

Then, around 7 a.m., everyone got up, washed up, and waited for the delicious breakfast prepared by Evan and his wife.

After eating Evan and his wife's cooking last time, everyone unanimously decided that they would be in charge of the base's meals from now on.

Around nine o'clock, Viser would arrive at the outpost, and everyone would begin a new forest patrol, divided into the original three groups.

Although he was much more tired than before, Dago was still enjoying himself, experiencing a sense of family joy.

Days passed by, one after another, with the gentle clatter of pots and pans, unhurried and peaceful...

Yet, unintentionally, these subtle changes have been etched into the ordinary.

..........

Ten days later, the forest patrol team had not yet suffered any casualties, but occasionally they would find wizards who originally lived in the forest running away with large bags and small packages during their patrols.

This phenomenon gives people a sense of impending doom.

In the afternoon, at Moonlight Lake, Dago parted his lips slightly, a deep blue halo swirling in his eyes, emanating a chilling aura.

He rubbed his hands together in front of him, and a deep blue-black ice crystal projectile, about the size of a rugby ball, gradually condensed and took shape.

It shot off with a whoosh the moment it took shape, its powerful wake gliding across the mirror-like surface of the lake.

A long white wave was dragged across the lake, breaking the mirror-like blue surface.

The ice crystal projectiles struck the group of bronze crocodiles in the lake with a loud "boom," sending up a splash that was more than ten meters high.

The bronze crocodiles were instantly blasted away, their bellies turned white as they floated up and were then frozen on the lake surface.

For ten days, Dago never stopped practicing and improving his sorcery. He summoned his system panel.

【《巫师通用冥想法》（蜕变121/10000）；《冰晶炮》（蜕变197/10000）；《共鸣术》（入门887/1000）；《探测术》（入门535/1000）；《魔药炼製》（入门18/1000)】

Once his skills reached a transformative level, he discovered another way to accelerate his progress: real combat.

However, the requirement of 10,000 progress points is still a drop in the ocean, but even a small amount is still something.

"We can only continue to improve slowly; at least the power of the ice crystal cannon is much greater than before."

Dago comforted himself and turned to walk towards the stronghold, preparing to call his companions there to help carry the monster meat.

There were seven or eight bronze crocodiles, which he couldn't possibly handle on his own.

He walked up the earthen slope on his way back to the base, gazing into the distance...

Under the orange sunset, the vast stretch of trees undulates, gradually turning yellow and withered; at this moment, the Emerald Forest has fully entered autumn.

Unfortunately, beneath this beautiful scene lay the turmoil and chaos brought about by war.

Half an hour later, stepping on the withered yellow leaves, Dago stood in front of the wooden gate of the stronghold and called to his companions.

"Get out there and get to work!" Dago shouted.

The wooden gate slowly lifted, and everyone came out, looking at him with a hint of doubt on their faces.

Dago told them that he had hunted a pack of monsters at Moonlight Lake.

He couldn't move it by himself, so he needed everyone's help to move it.

Old Maric didn't go to the outpost, and Viser had already returned early. The remaining five people happily followed him to move the monster meat.

The group arrived at Moonlight Lake. By this time, many of the small icebergs on the lake had melted, and seven or eight bronze crocodiles, each nearly five meters long, were frozen inside.

Everyone looked at Dago with admiration, and then each of them used their magic to move the small iceberg on the lake to the shore.

During this time, Dago found Serena, who was now a second-level apprentice wizard and had learned her first spell.

It was her family's inherited witchcraft, the Vine Magic, which allowed vines to grow from the ground, entangle enemies, and then control or strangle them.

"Did you know that there used to be a large patch of moonflowers growing here? I used them to make a spiritual potion, the one you drank."

Dago pointed to the patch of moonflowers he used to pick and said to Serena.

After living together for ten days, Serena has become much more cheerful, especially towards Dago.

"Lord Dago's potion is truly amazing. I wish I could drink another one."

Serena spoke with a lingering sense of enjoyment.

Then she ran to the patch of moonflowers, squatted down, rummaged through the soil, and put it into a bag.

Dago was very pleased with her enthusiasm. Once she cultivated the Moonflower, her potion-making skills would improve.

Soon, everyone returned to the stronghold carrying dozens of kilograms of meat on their shoulders.

As night fell, everyone lit a bonfire and began a barbecue buffet.

No one drank alcohol; they were simply immersed in the frenzy of eating monster meat. After all, they still had to patrol the forest that night, so no one dared to be careless.

Around 8 p.m., everyone put on their gear and began their night patrol.

When they reached a spot that had not been patrolled, Dago, the leader, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Within his field of vision, he could see subtle fluctuations of energy particles behind the bushes ahead.

The three little ones behind them were puzzled, but they still stopped in their tracks, their expressions tense, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Using the bright moonlight, Dago slowly approached the bushes and used his machete to part them.

All that could be seen were pale, twisted, dried-up corpses lying on the ground; the intact environment proved that not much fighting had taken place.

Judging from the slightly bulging belly of the mummified corpse, Dago estimated that the intestinal flora had fermented and caused bloating, and the person had probably been dead for two days.

He walked over, and the three little ones followed, not daring to fall behind.

The female corpse was completely naked, with nothing on her body and no signs of fatal wounds, suggesting that she had been drained of blood and died.

His face was contorted in pain and despair, and his gray eyes were wide open like copper bells, cursing everything before him.

Serena, Ian, and Gavin witnessed this scene, their faces instantly turned pale, they covered their mouths, and ran to the side to vomit up all the barbecue they had eaten that night.

Dago remained silent, watching the tiny negative energy particles swirling around the corpse.

He must have been under the influence of evil witchcraft before he died, as his blood was drained completely.

When old Marico and the Evans arrived and saw the mummified corpse, the Evans' expressions changed, and they turned their heads away.

Old Maric stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the dried corpse, his spiritual power surging from his eyes...

He chanted a calming incantation, his voice soft yet powerful, like a spring breeze that seemed to penetrate the soul.

As he chanted, old Marico’s tattered robe emitted a soft silver light. He pushed his hands forward, and the silver light surged towards the dried corpse like a tidal wave.

At this moment, the illusory soul slowly rose from the dried corpse, its face distorted, filled with pain and resentment.

Old Maric quickened his incantation, his eyes filled with pity as he looked at the soul.

The power of the spell enveloped the soul like a warm embrace, gradually calming its expression until it transformed into pure light and vanished into the night sky.

A gentle breeze seemed to whisper of the soul's liberation.

With sorrowful expressions, the group dug a hole and buried the body. Finally, they all walked silently back to their base...

They dispersed and returned to their respective temporary residences.