Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

For the next three days, Dago kept a low profile, spending his time either in ascetic practice or conducting guerrilla warfare and reconnaissance in the town.

As the northern part of the town was reduced to scorched earth, a large number of black-robed wizards from the Darkblood Council poured into the town through the breach, established a stronghold, and engaged in urban warfare with the academy.

Every day, the sounds of witchcraft explosions, along with the wails of academy wizards and commoners, can be heard throughout the town.

The Wizard Hall officially became the Academy's transit point in the town, receiving material and personnel support from the Academy Castle.

However, Dago discovered a strange fact: since the battle in the north of the city, neither side had deployed any formal wizard-level combat forces; instead, a large number of advanced apprentice wizards were roaming the town battlefield.

The highest combat power he had ever seen on the battlefield was only at the level of a half-step formal wizard.

Basically, black-robed wizards operate in small teams in towns, with each team consisting of three to five wizards, accompanied by about five blood slaves to scout and clear the way.

It must be said that this move was extremely ruthless, striking right at the heart of the academy's wizards. These black-robed warriors from the Dark Crystal Plateau had extremely low moral standards and rich combat experience.

This also gave Dargo a great shock; he realized that wizard wars could be fought in this way.

These blood slaves can no longer be called human beings; they are civilian prisoners who have been transformed by the Dark Blood Council.

They appeared to have suffered inhuman torture in their lives, their bodies covered in bloody marks, their eyes filled with madness and a thirst for blood, like zombies.

Yes, they are obedient zombies, devoid of reason and emotion.

This information was obtained by Dago in the Wizarding Hall.

Although blood slaves have little combat power, they can serve as excellent cannon fodder, greatly restricting a wizard's spellcasting actions. Just ask yourself, if a crazed blood slave is running towards you in a suicidal manner, can you still calmly cast spells?

These three days have caused considerable casualties to the academy wizards and hired wizards, especially civilians, who were all turned into blood slaves once captured.

However, D'Ago was no ordinary man; he devised his own method of coping.

The tactic he called the Ice Crystal Prison was the same tactic he used to kill Raymond.

As dusk deepened, in the western part of the town, Dago lay sprawled on the roof of a two-story wooden building, a thin layer of snow covering his robes, his eyes coldly fixed on the street below.

In the distance, three black-robed wizards and five blood slaves, who were like walking corpses, walked down the street. One of the blood slaves was not very old. His body was covered with blood patterns and he was wearing tattered clothes.

The three men, dressed in black robes, chatted and laughed, occasionally casting a spell to destroy the house and listen for any sounds of activity inside.

The five blood slaves, like obedient hunting dogs, carried out the orders of one of the three men, entering the house to check if there were any surviving civilians inside.

After he came out, he would leave a fist-sized, blood-red lump on the ground, letting the five blood slaves scramble for it like mad dogs.

Then they moved on to the next house to search, while the other two black-robed wizards remained on guard, wary of any possible attacks.

Soon, they arrived at the area of ​​the house where Dago was lying down. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, suppressing his barely concealed killing intent.

"Almost there, almost there, just ten meters, nine meters..." he thought to himself, silently calculating the distance between them.

"Now!" Dago raised his ice crystal wand, aiming it at the group, and murmured the incantation for ice crystal magic. A large number of ice elemental particles gathered at the tip of the wand in the air.

By the time the three black-robed wizards noticed the energy fluctuations in the air, it was too late; a huge blue energy ball was flying straight toward them.

"Whoosh~~~", the blue energy ball plunged straight into the snow three meters in front of the black-robed wizard.

The three black-robed wizards looked relieved, then their eyes flashed with a fierce light as they raised their bone staffs.

As a chill burst forth from the sole of the boot, the sinister smiles of the three black-robed wizards froze on their faces.

The bone staffs in their hands had just been raised halfway into the air when they suddenly stopped—the frost that had condensed on the staffs was growing wildly along the lines, covering the entire bone staff in the blink of an eye, gleaming with a cold bluish-white light in the twilight.

"What..." Before the question in the black-robed wizard's throat could be uttered, the stone slab beneath his feet cracked with spiderweb-like ice patterns.

Millions of ice crystals burst forth from the ice patterns, suddenly blooming into ice spikes in the air, their edges as sharp as shards of glass, refracting a chilling light.

"Puff, puff, puff..." A sound like firecrackers came from the ground.

Countless ice spikes rose from the snow-covered streets, eventually forming a crisscrossing ice forest in this frozen inferno, their sharp peaks piercing the gray sky.

The black-robed wizard on the far left had just raised his bone staff when ice spikes pierced through the folds of his robes, exiting through his shoulder blades with drops of blood, freezing into scarlet crystals in mid-air.

He made a hoarse sound in his throat, and his silver-gray beard was instantly covered with ice shards. The moment the bone staff slipped from his hand, three more ice spikes pierced his wrist diagonally, pinning his bony hand to the ice spikes.

He died in the posture of holding a cane, with ice spikes piercing through his eye sockets and pressing half of his eyeball against the tip of the ice spikes.

The black-robed wizard leading the group reacted extremely quickly. The flames condensed at the tip of his bone staff collided with the ice spikes, but only a few drops of water melted at the tip, which instantly froze into even sharper barbs.

Ice spikes rose from the ground like a torrential rain, the thickest one piercing straight through his waist and abdomen.

He was gone in an instant, his black robe billowing out from the ice spikes, like a red rose blooming in the snow.

The black-robed wizard on the right tried to escape, but after only a few steps, ice spikes pierced his ankle and snaked along his shinbone.

He watched helplessly as the icicle pierced his throat, his vision blurring as he glanced at his companions.

The last thing I saw was my own hair freezing into powder piece by piece amidst the swirling ice crystals, mingling with the blood mist of my companions scattered in the icy wind, and falling onto the already frozen ground.

As for the five blood slaves, they were impaled like rag dolls in the icy forest of the street.

Dago stood up from the roof, his brows furrowed, and forced himself to watch the hellish scene he had created.

He had already buried dormant ice elemental energy under the snow in the street using the Resonance spell. He only needed to activate this energy with the Ice Crystal spell to create this scene that resembled a frozen hell.

The power of this move depends on how much ice element you have planted, but the further away the ice element is, the less stable it becomes. The effect is best within a range of 30 meters.

Dago withdrew his mental power from the Ice Crystal Prison, and a large number of ice spikes shattered into ice shards and fell to the ground.

He jumped off the roof, his mental energy compressing the small amount of air beneath him to form a cushion that caught him as he stepped onto the icy ground.

Dago quickly looted the three black-robed wizards' spoils: dozens of low-grade magic stones, the bone staff in their hands, and the Darkblood Council badge around their necks, storing these items in his storage ring.

Then they evacuated the western part of the town and headed to the central noble district where the Wizard Hall was located.