Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

"What specific information?"

Morez turned to look at his men.

"Sterling, a first-level wizard, is skilled in fire magic and potion-making. He is not included in the mid-level apprentices in the camp, but there are about ten advanced apprentices."

Although the number of opponents was about the same as theirs, the "Blood Bat" squad was composed of formidable individuals who did not take them seriously at all.

Their purpose this time was to obtain a batch of supplies that Shadowmoon Tower had just transported from the rear, which included a large number of various potions and magic stones.

Morez's lips curled into a cruel smile.

Magic stones and potions are exactly what they need most.

The Shadowmoon Tower has strengthened its defenses along the logistics transport routes. A direct attack on the transport convoy would be too deep, and even if successful, it would be difficult to evacuate, posing too great a risk.

These fixed border logistics camps, seemingly secure with official wizards in charge, appear to be extremely safe.

In reality, the defensive forces are scattered, and once one point is breached, they can be plundered.

"Those intermediate apprentices are nothing but lambs to the slaughter," Morez thought with a sneer.

He has been a senior apprentice for 30 years, stuck at the peak and unable to break through the threshold to become a formal wizard.

War was his best opportunity.

Plunder resources to acquire higher-level knowledge, and even... seize opportunities to make great contributions and receive rewards from the Crimson Royal Court.

As for the fate of those intermediate apprentices?

In the wizarding world, the weak are the nourishment for the strong!

"remember!"

Morez looked up, his dark red eyes sweeping over the team members.

"Our target is the warehouse. We need to break through the defensive barrier as soon as possible, rush in and seize all the supplies. If we encounter resistance, we'll kill them all. Once we've succeeded, we'll immediately retreat into the depths of the canyon."

"Yes, Captain." The eight team members responded in a low voice, their eyes filled with greed and violence.

They were all advanced apprentices who joined the "Blood Bat" squad and had killed countless people in their daily lives.

The group continued forward, getting closer and closer to the camp, and the runic veins on the watchtowers were now clearly visible.

Morez made a gesture, and the line stopped.

He took a palm-sized black crystal and infused it with magic.

Faint ripples appeared on the surface of the crystal, sweeping towards the camp ahead; this was a type of magical device used for interference and detection.

It can temporarily shield energy fluctuations within a certain range.

"Ready..." The words were cut short.

hum!

On the watchtower on the west side of the camp, a rune that was originally dim suddenly burst out with a strong and dazzling silver light.

A beam of light shot into the sky, accompanied by a sharp, piercing alarm sound.

"Damn it! We've been exposed." Morez's face turned ugly.

"Captain, they used dual-frequency detection runes," the skinny subordinate said in a trembling voice.

"Charge!" Morez decisively ordered, pointing his short staff forward.

"Rain of blood and decay."

In the sky, dark red clouds rapidly gathered, transforming into countless pungent, foul-smelling dark red raindrops that poured down towards the west side of the camp and the watchtower.

Almost simultaneously, alarms blared throughout the camp.

"Enemy attack! West wall, all personnel defend!"

A hoarse roar echoed through the camp; it was Hank's voice.

……

Inside the alchemy room, Ian was in a deep meditative state.

The "focus" brought about by the unrestricted version of "Awakening Potion" almost isolated him from the outside world.

Nine major runes of will in his mind slowly rotated, with only a few scattered runes around which smaller runes had not yet emerged.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded like a steel needle stabbing into my mind.

Ian suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly shifting from deep to sharp.

Without any hesitation, he rolled over and stood up, waving his left hand.

"Vigilantia!"

An invisible magical eye converged on the roof of the alchemy room, rapidly expanding its vision to the entire camp.

Through his eyes, he saw large, dark red raindrops falling from above the western wall, making a hissing, corrosive sound as they landed on it.

Nine figures in dark red robes were seen rushing towards the camp from different angles.

The leading man possessed the strongest aura, and his face was gloomy.

However, Sterling Wizard was nowhere to be seen in the camp.

"It's finally here..."

A strange sense of calm welled up inside Ian.

Wasn't the purpose of two months of arduous training to prepare for this situation?

He didn't rush out immediately; instead, he quickly checked his equipment.

A shield ring, several potions to restore mental energy, a skilled version of the "Rockbear Potion"...

He first activated the ring, and a pale red shield enveloped his entire body.

She then added another layer of "Crystal Energy Shield" to herself. The semi-transparent shield unfolded within the pale red shield, providing double protection.

After doing all this, the door to the alchemy room was kicked open.

"Ian, enemy attack! Proceed to the rendezvous point on the east side!"

The person who called him upon entering was a camp guard he had met a few times during the day.

"They're here!" Ian grabbed the wooden box and rushed out of the alchemy room with his apprentice.

The camp was now in complete chaos.

The dark red blood rain was still falling, and a section of the western wall had already developed a gap.

Inside the camp, the surviving apprentices, under Hank's command, managed to organize a defensive line.

Shields of various colors rose up, their magical radiance colliding and intertwining in the night.

"Don't panic! Senior apprentices, move to the front! Intermediate apprentices, provide ranged support!"

Hank stood on a rooftop, his voice still clear amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

He held a broad-bladed battle sword in his hand, the blade crackling with intense flames—a combination of his bloodline magic and fire magic.

However, the Crimson Court's forces were more experienced, and with the advantage of their high-ranking apprentices' combat strength, they launched attacks from all sides.

Morez did not personally charge into the breach, but directed from the rear, striking repeatedly with his short staff.

"weak!"

"Blood vines entwine!"

Suddenly, the ground cracked open, and countless dark red vines covered with barbs burst forth from the soil, twisting towards Hank and Big Guy.

"Flame Slash!" Hank roared.

The blade, wreathed in blazing flames, cleaved through a patch of vines.

But more vines continued to twine around it.

From the side, a crimson apprentice was forming hand seals and chanting incantations.

"Corruption Nova!"

A dark green light condensed in his palm, and with a sudden wave, the light flew over the wall and into the camp.

With a "poof," it exploded, turning into a cloud of poisonous mist that spread throughout the sky.

Wherever the poisonous fog passed, trees and rocks hissed.

Several intermediate apprentices who couldn't dodge in time screamed and fell to the ground. After convulsing for a while, they gradually fell silent.

As for the servants and knights, they couldn't even hold on for a moment, and fell silently in droves.

……

Ian arrived at the eastern rendezvous point, which is near the warehouse and is a key defensive area of ​​the camp.

There were a dozen or so intermediate apprentices at the meeting point, led by a red-robed female apprentice whom Ian had never seen before.

"A newcomer? A potion master?" The female apprentice glanced at Ian and spoke very quickly.

"Go to the back; you don't need to go to the front lines here."

Ian did not argue and quickly retreated behind cover.

He put down the wooden box and used "Vigilant Eye" again, this time raising his eyeballs higher to gain a wider field of vision.

Through his eyes, he clearly saw the entire battlefield situation, and his brows furrowed.

With the western gap open, Hank and Big Guy were held back and engaged in a fierce battle.

Near the watchtower, Lina was entangled by another Crimson Senior Apprentice, preventing her from using her archer skills to support her teammates.

Over at the old pipe, the restoration work was interrupted, and the guards around him were in grave danger.

Venomous Fang is engaged in a perilous chase and assassination attempt in the darkness with another cursed wizard.

Inside the camp, the thick fog continued to spread, and people kept screaming and collapsing to the ground.

……

"This can't go on..." Ian quickly analyzed.

His gaze was fixed on the Crimson Senior Apprentice who had released the "Corruption Nova".

This person was positioned at the rear of the battlefield, protected by others, and was continuously guiding the spread of the poisonous fog.

He cannot reveal his instant-cast sorcery yet, but he can demonstrate some of his other abilities.

"I also have considerable expertise in potions, and now it's time to put that to good use."

With a thought, Ian lifted the two glass bottles into the air and sent them flying at incredible speed into the thick fog.

He mixed silver leaf and hemostatic moss in a specific ratio and poured it into the two medicines.

It's not made using normal potion refining methods, resulting in significant losses, but it can create a powerful "purifying mist".

When the glass bottle flew thirty meters away, it seemed to be caught and thrown violently into the center of the poisonous fog.

Snapped!Snapped!

As the bottle shattered, the mixture of liquid and powder inside rapidly vaporized, forming two plumes of pale green and pale gold mist.

A hissing sound rang out, and the poisonous fog quickly dissipated, clearly neutralizing a large area.

"Worked!" The apprentice behind the bunker perked up.

The crimson apprentice who had released the poisonous mist suddenly looked up, his dark green eyes locking onto Ian's direction.

"court death!"

He was about to use witchcraft to kill Ian.

A deafening roar echoed from within the camp!