The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

Chapter 149 Threat

Thranduil pulled out another trump card to save his life and stuffed it directly into the wand beneath him.

In an instant, his wand expanded at a visible speed, spewing out a thick pillar of fire that carried him directly into the distance.

"Damn it, I wasted one of my most precious escape trump cards. Those guys in Rune Courtyard are really going to get me killed." Thranduil sat on his magic broom, his mana almost depleted.

The desert wind howled fiercely, whipping up sand that lashed Thranduil's face, making him wince in pain. He lay sprawled on his broom.

The desert beneath my feet stretched as far as the eye could see, the yellow sand merging with the horizon, with no end in sight.

Looking at the scenery rushing by, he shook his head and said, "What a terrible loss. But thankfully, I'm safe. And Aiden's danger level is too high. I need to tell Boss Mog right away, otherwise our Mountain Fury wizards might be in danger."

His lips were chapped and peeling, and his voice was terribly hoarse when he spoke.

But soon, Thranduil turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking.

He spotted a figure chasing after him at the edge of the desert.

The figure in the distance grew larger and larger, moving at an alarming speed.

Who else could it be but Aiden from Runeterra?

At this moment, Aiden said with a helpless expression, "This guy is pretty fast, and he even has a trump card. But no matter how many trump cards you have, they can't compare to my money."

He curled his lip and pulled out several magic stones from the storage bag at his waist.

He stuffed all the magic stones into the groove at the front of the broom, and the broom immediately started to vibrate with a buzzing sound. The entire broom was shaking, and the patterns on the wooden handle were shining.

It directly used the maximum power of the magic broom.

A blue-white stream of air shot out from the tail of the broom, its speed suddenly increasing. The airflow pressed a deep trench into the desert ground, and the sand churned to both sides.

Generally speaking, magic brooms have a normal mode and a high-power mode.

Normal mode is more energy-efficient, while high-power mode is faster but consumes a lot of power and causes significant wear and tear on the magic broom.

The burly man Thranduil had also forcibly activated the power of his magic broom, thus overdrawing its lifespan, in order to escape.

Aiden is now using the same method as him and has caught up.

Thranduil glanced back and his face turned green.

The distance between the two was rapidly shrinking, from hundreds of meters to tens of meters, and then to a dozen meters.

He could clearly hear the whistling sound of a broom cutting through the air behind him.

"Damn it, this thing is getting closer and closer to me." The burly Thranduil groaned as he looked at his magic broom, which was almost half-burnt.

Black smoke was already billowing from the end of his broom, in wisps.

The wooden strips on the broom are starting to warp outwards.

"I used the Burning Stone earlier, forcibly overdrawing the internal circuitry of the magic broom. Now, this magic broom is actually slower than a regular magic broom," the burly Thranduil said through gritted teeth.

His teeth were clenched so tightly that they were grinding together, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

He desperately tried to increase the speed of the broom, but it could no longer go up and instead became slower and slower, and the flame at the end of the broom was almost extinguished.

Nearly two minutes later, Aiden had completely caught up with the burly Thranduil.

He was already exhausted and his life was over.

His magic power was almost depleted, and more importantly, his remaining wand was teetering on the brink of collapse and could no longer fly.

Aiden approached from the side, the two brooms flying almost side by side, less than three meters apart.

He could clearly see Thranduil's dusty face and his eyes wide with fear.

Thranduil's broom was already falling, the sand was getting closer and closer, and the black smoke at the end of the broom was getting thicker and thicker.

"It's over, man." Aiden laughed, slashing a flaming dagger toward Thranduil's neck. With a flick of his right hand, a crimson flaming dagger appeared out of thin air in his palm.

With a flick of his wrist, the dagger, arcing red, slashed straight toward Thranduil's neck.

A wave of heat hit Thranduil, drying the sweat from his face.

The moment the dagger struck his neck, Thranduil's skin suddenly burst open, revealing a thick layer of dark brown bear fur that stood up like steel needles.

The flaming dagger struck the bear fur, sending sparks flying, several of which landed on Aiden's hand.

The dagger was deflected, leaving only a charred mark on the bear's fur, and a burnt smell filled the air.

The burly Thranduil pleaded, "Spare me! Can you spare my life?"

He was trembling all over, his voice was distorted and choked with sobs.

He took his hands off the broom handle, clasped them together, and kept bowing, his face full of ingratiating expressions.

Seeing his pleading look, Aiden shook his head and said, "You're actually quite cunning. I don't trust you at all, and no matter what you say, I won't let you off the hook."

Aiden's expression was calm, with the corners of his mouth turned up.

His hand holding the flaming dagger was steady, without the slightest hesitation.

Soon, in the desperate gaze of the strong man Thranduil...

Aiden swung the flaming dagger again, this time aiming for the gaps in the bear fur.

The dagger, still burning, sliced ​​straight in, charring and curling the bear's fur.

With one slash, blood gushed out, splattering all over Aiden.

Thranduil's head rolled off, tumbling several times in the air, blood still gushing from the severed neck.

The headless corpse sat on the broom for a few seconds before falling forward, crashing into the sand along with the broom.

The body was quickly half-covered by sand, with only the two legs still sticking out.

Aiden looked at his corpse and said calmly, "Finally one taken care of, but this guy was clearly more formidable than the ones we encountered before."

They've become much more cunning.

He flicked the blood off the dagger. After the flames died down, the dagger turned dark again, with a little warmth still remaining on its surface.

He glanced down at the corpse in the sand and frowned.

Then she quickly relaxed again, her face returning to that indifferent expression.

Soon, Aiden gestured to the spatial butterfly, Xiaodie, floating on his shoulder to collect the fallen resources.

Little Butterfly circled him once, then nodded at him and flew downwards.

They began to skillfully grope his body.

The butterfly landed on the corpse, its tiny tentacles reaching into the corpse's clothing pockets and pulling out items one by one.

The magic stone, the medicine bottle, and several scrolls were all collected into the space beneath its wings. The space distorted for a moment, and the items disappeared.

The movements were quick and efficient; the whole process was completed in less than half a minute.

Aiden, meanwhile, rode his magic broomstick, sat cross-legged in the air, and began to ponder.

"I've taken care of three people so far, but I haven't encountered a single leader among the wizarding apprentices of the three major wizarding organizations. This leader is definitely not a pushover," Aiden muttered to himself.

He squinted and looked into the distance.

"My biggest advantage right now is that they haven't noticed my presence. Anyone who has witnessed my strength has been killed by me," Aiden continued.

"The best way is to let the snipe and the clam fight and the fisherman benefits. I have to lie low and let them help me collect the crystal Ganoderma. I can collect some resources that I can use, just like I did in the small garden before. Finally, I can take the crystal Ganoderma from them and solve the problem once and for all."

Aiden quickly composed himself, glanced at the desert below, and flew forward on his magic broom.

The sand dunes stretched endlessly in the distance, and the air was filled with the dry, earthy smell.

Before long, the scene before Aiden's eyes began to change again.

The surrounding sand dunes seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, their edges constantly being stretched.

The once straight horizon has curved into an arc.

The sand beneath my feet began to tremble, and tiny grains of sand began to bounce.

"Is it time again?"

Aiden's heart leaped into his throat.

Aiden quickly hid to the side and began to descend on his magic broom.

He found a spot he felt was safe, placed his feet heavily on a protruding rock, squatted down, held the broom in one hand, and quietly waited for the scene to change.

Watching the desert slowly disappear before my eyes, the sand gradually turning into nothingness, as if it were being swallowed up from the edge by something.

The originally golden sand surface turned grayish-white and then disappeared completely, revealing the black, hard soil underneath.

Aiden muttered to himself, "This is truly amazing! This secret realm is indeed quite bizarre."

After a long pause, he continued, "However, many days have passed now, and it's obvious that one-fifth fewer people from the various organizations have entered. The remaining people will definitely be more difficult to deal with, so I need to be more cautious."

At this moment, in the desert not far from Aiden.

Virant, echoing through the forest, was confronting Mog, the Wrath of the Mountains, both leaders of the organization's wizard apprentices.

The wind had carved shallow grooves into the sand beneath their feet, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

"Vylant, I never expected to run into you here."

At that moment, Mog, the burly man of the Mountain's Wrath, said with a smile. His rugged face was full of laughter, and the muscles on his shoulders trembled with his laughter, causing even the magical broom beneath him to shake twice.

Opposite him, the slender Vilant looked unwell, his lips pursed downwards.

"Damn, this guy's really tough," Virant thought to himself. He swallowed hard.

However, on the surface, he merely nodded indifferently and said calmly, "Mog, are you no longer planning to search for the Crystal Ganoderma? Do you want to start a war with me here?"

Beside Vilant, whose voice echoed through the forest, several high-ranking wizard apprentices were nervously watching Mog across from them.

One apprentice's hand was already on his wand at his waist, while another apprentice unconsciously took a half step back and swayed on his magic broom.

After all, Mog had several wizard apprentices by his side.

They were all burly and fierce-looking, each holding a wand, and none of them looked easy to deal with.

Their wizard robes billowed in the wind, as if they were about to take action.

"Let me think about starting a war. But I'm more interested in knowing how many crystal Ganoderma lucidum you've obtained." With that, Mog reached into his pocket, his rough fingers rummaging through it, and pulled out two crystal Ganoderma lucidum.

As soon as the crystal Ganoderma was taken out, a faint white mist swirled around the surface of the two Ganoderma mushrooms, making the nearby sand reflect a cold light.

The moment he finished speaking, Virant's expression changed drastically; his pupils contracted sharply, and his face froze instantly.

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"You've already gotten two crystal Ganoderma lucidum? So fast?"

"With my strength, what's wrong with getting two?" Mog, the Wrath of the Mountain, replied disdainfully, tossing the Crystal Ganoderma in his hand.

"I got one." Vilant also reached into his pocket, a beat slower, his fingers a little stiff, and pulled out a crystal Ganoderma lucidum, saying.

The Ganoderma lucidum was two sizes smaller than Moge's, its luster was also dimmer, and the mist on its surface was much thinner, making it look much worse.

"So, in other words, we got three Crystal Ganoderma lucidum in total, and the whereabouts of two others are unknown, is that what you mean?" Mog of the Wrath of the Mountains said with great interest.

"Sarah of the Green Leaf Storm also has one." Vilant, echoing through the forest, thought for a moment and replied, "I encountered her once before. We both had our eyes on a crystal mushroom, but I didn't want to fight with a witch, as that would be beneath my gentlemanly conduct, so I gave the crystal mushroom to her."

"What nonsense about gentlemanly manners? You clearly can't beat her." Mog, the Wrath of the Mountain, sat on his wand, playing with it, and said with a smile.

The wand twirled between his fingers, creating wisps of air that whipped up fine sand from the ground, sending it swirling and flying away.

"You really go too far with your words," Virant shook his head.

This is indeed the case.

He couldn't defeat Sarah of the Green Leaf Storm, so naturally the Crystal Lingzhi fell into Sarah's hands.

However, he was currently leading several high-ranking wizard apprentices who echoed through the forest, and it was still somewhat embarrassing for him to be exposed by this rude Mog.

His ears turned red, but he quickly regained his composure, his face returning to its usual calm expression, though the curve of his lips seemed a little stiff.

"So now, of the five crystal Ganoderma lucidum, four are already owned, and the whereabouts of the other one are unknown." Mog rested his chin on his hand, his thick arms trembling as he pondered.

"That's true. Otherwise, we'd better part ways here. Everyone will have gotten their hands on the Crystal Ganoderma, so we can report back to the organization," Vilant said with a smile.

His fingers trembled inside his sleeve, though it wasn't outwardly apparent.

"Do you think that's possible? If you're lucky and you get the real Crystal Ganoderma, while I'm unlucky and get a fake one, then when I go back to the organization, won't I have to face the scolding of the official wizards in the organization?" Mog, the Wrath of the Mountain, said with a smile.

His smile carried a hint of threat, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

"So what do you want? If you want to fight me here, even though I'm no match for you, your wizard apprentices behind you will probably suffer heavy losses." Vilant said through gritted teeth, his neck veins bulging, echoing through the forest.

He knew perfectly well that by doing this, he might not even get the real crystal Ganoderma lucidum; even if he got one, the probability of winning was only 1 in 5.