Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Three days later, the woodland where Lokunlun had pursued Graxis still bore the scars of the great battle.

Several figures clad in silver-white armor moved among the charred trees; they were the royal knights sent by King Atlas III to survey the scene. Holding longswords, their expressions were grave. Their gazes swept over the sight before them, and they couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

"My God, is this really something a human can do?" A young knight crouched down, his fingers gently touching a half-meter-deep crater in the ground. The crater walls were smooth, and traces of energy impact remained on the edges.

Not far away, large swathes of woodland had been burned into barren white land. The charred soil emitted a faint smell of sulfur. The trees were either blown in half or burned into black charcoal, lying crookedly on the ground, bearing the marks of astonishing destruction everywhere.

"If that dwarf demon is this strong, how powerful must the mysterious man who killed him be?" another knight exclaimed, his tone filled with awe.

They were all elite knights of the kingdom, and had seen many brutal battlefields, but this was the first time they had ever witnessed such a scene.

The power of the fireball explosion and the destruction caused by the energy palm far exceeded their understanding, making them truly feel the huge gap between wizards and mortals.

The leading knight remained silent, observing the scene with a furrowed brow.

He could deduce the intensity of the battle from these traces; the mysterious man's ability to turn the tide against such an offensive meant his strength far surpassed that of a high-ranking knight.

No wonder His Majesty the King was so respectful to that mysterious man; such a powerful figure was indeed worthy of the entire kingdom's apprehension.

Meanwhile, in the noble territories surrounding Ashenvale that were ravaged by the massacre, the royal forces were methodically cleaning up the mess.

Squads of royal soldiers moved into the various vacant noble mansions to clear away corpses, comfort the surviving refugees, and take over the administration of the territories.

Among the nobles whose families were wiped out by Graxis were many prominent figures, including viscounts and even marquises.

Their families had managed these territories for generations, accumulating great wealth and power. Now that the main family was wiped out, large tracts of fertile land had instantly become unclaimed, which was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity to expand their strength.

The once-prosperous courtyard of the Wimbledon family mansion is now in a state of disarray.

Lange Wimbledon stood in the center of the courtyard, his once magnificent robes now replaced with simple cloth, his face bearing an undisguised weariness and fear.

A middle-aged man dressed in royal knight armor walked up to him; he was none other than Osa, the knight in charge of taking over the Wimbledon territory.

Lange rushed forward, his voice tinged with urgency and trepidation: "Lord Osa, is that wicked dwarf demon really dead?"

Osa nodded, and said with a relaxed expression, "Of course it's true. His head is still on display in the palace, under the personal care of His Majesty the King."

"It's a pity for the Earl of Wimbledon's family, and the people in his territory, because so many people died because of him."

Upon hearing this, Lange's tense body finally relaxed, a hint of relief at surviving a disaster flashing in his eyes, which was then enveloped by deep sorrow.

He was silent for a moment, then looked up at Osa and cautiously probed, "My lord, the Wimbledon family is now practically defunct, and the territory is leaderless. This is a troublesome matter."

"And petty people are incompetent and useless."

Upon hearing this, Osa smiled with satisfaction. This Lange was a sensible man; he knew when to back down. He pondered for a moment, then said:

"What you say is not wrong. You are still young and lack experience. It would be difficult for you to support the entire Wimbledon territory on your own."

Osa then continued, "His Majesty has decreed that you are granted special permission to study at the Bauhinia Knight Academy. Until you are capable enough to stand on your own, the Wimbledon Territory will be managed by the royal family. Once you have completed your studies, the territory will be returned to you."

"The Bauhinia Knight Academy?" Lange suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with disbelief. His joy instantly dispelled all his grief and anxiety.

He never dreamed that he would actually get the opportunity to enter the Bauhinia Knight Academy.

It should be noted that the Bauhinia Knight Academy is the most prestigious academy in the entire kingdom and even in this region, gathering talents from all over the country. Even noble children need to go through layers of screening to be admitted, making the places extremely precious.

The academy's curriculum is extremely rigorous. Students not only learn swordsmanship, horsemanship, and war strategy, but also undergo systematic knightly training.

Almost every graduate of the Bauhinia Knight Academy can become a formal knight. The academy also has close ties with the royal family and various noble families. Graduates can have excellent future prospects, either joining the royal guard or becoming a core advisor to a noble family. Their future is limitless.

Lange suppressed his excitement, bowed deeply to Osa, and said respectfully but firmly, "Thank you, Your Excellency! Thank you, Your Majesty! Lange understands and will certainly not let you down. I will study diligently at the academy!"

He never intended to guard this territory; that was unrealistic. Now, being able to enter the Bauhinia Knight Academy for further studies is undoubtedly a godsend opportunity for him.

Osa nodded in satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder: "Good, tomorrow someone will escort you to the Knight Academy in the capital. You must make the most of this opportunity and not disappoint His Majesty."

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At this moment, Luo Kunlun was in his residence in the capital, where nanomachines were rapidly analyzing the wizard manuscripts he had collected.

After days and nights of analysis, Luo Kunlun was able to understand some of the words on the black book.

Willpower Rune Meditation Method.

Yes, this is a meditation manual, a method of cultivation for wizards.

What Luo Kunlun translated was similar to a preface, systematically introducing the division of wizard apprentices.

Apprentices with wizarding talent must open their spiritual sea through meditation, then continuously meditate on will runes to absorb external magical energy particles to strengthen their spiritual power. At the same time, they can interfere with reality through specific combinations of runes to complete spellcasting.

By using will runes as structural units and combining them in a specific structure to form a sorcery model, one can interfere with reality and complete the casting of spells.

The apprentices are divided into three levels: beginner, intermediate, and advanced, which correspond to being able to meditate one to nine, ten to eighteen, and nineteen to thirty-six will runes at once, respectively.

This meditation manual is, to be precise, only half a manual, because it only records eighteen will runes and can only be practiced up to the intermediate wizard apprentice level.

The complete meditation method has thirty-six will runes and is the most basic circulating meditation method in the wizarding world.

The reason why meditation methods above that are considered advanced is not because they record more or better runes, but because practicing those meditation methods can cultivate certain talents.

For example, there is an advanced meditation technique called Star Track, which allows one to briefly foresee the future after becoming a formal wizard.

One factor in the transition from apprentice to full-fledged wizard is the solidification of a particular magical model.

Practicing advanced meditation techniques will eventually be equivalent to acquiring another solidified spell.