Wizard Earl

An hour later, the group, having crossed the border between the Odin Empire and the Kaman Empire, finally arrived at the Kuit Canyon under the guidance of the blue-robed wizard. At that moment, a wooden village built within the canyon came into clear view of them.

This wooden village is quite large, roughly the size of five standard football fields on Earth. It's brand new, indicating it was built no more than a week ago. Wizards dressed in traditional Odin attire patrol and converse in Odin's language; these appear to be the Golovin tribe wizards the blue-robed wizards had mentioned.

This may be because the relationship between the Kaman Empire and the Odin Empire has been extremely bad for the past decade. There have been constant border frictions between the two sides, and although there are frequent trade exchanges between the people of both sides, the relationship is still one of hostility and vigilance.

This directly led to the fact that, although the blue-robed wizard had previously stated that this Blue Stone Auction was jointly organized by the William Psionic Society and the Golovin Tribe, the wizard Kaman immediately became nervous upon seeing so many Odin wizards. One of the less shrewd intermediate wizard apprentices even reached for his spatial ring, looking ready to pull out his enchanted items and start fighting at any moment.

"Everyone, don't worry. Our William Psionic Society has a very close relationship with the Golovin tribe. The safety of this Blue Stone Auction is absolutely guaranteed. Please rest assured!" Seemingly sensing the tension among the group behind him regarding the appearance of the Odin, the blue-robed wizard turned and reassured them:

The tense atmosphere among the group eased somewhat after the blue-robed wizard's reassurance, but their gazes toward the Odin people in the wooden village remained wary.

Knowing that his words could not completely dispel the group's innate hostility towards the Odins, the blue-robed wizard could only shake his head helplessly. He then took out a specially modified revolver from his spatial ring and pulled the trigger into the sky.

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot rang out, and a dark red firework shot into the sky from the muzzle of the revolver. Upon seeing the dark red firework, the gate of the wooden village slowly opened.

While everyone's attention was focused on the fireworks and the opening of the wooden village gate, Connor casually took out several pottery jars that he had prepared beforehand from his spatial ring and quietly threw them into the dense grass in the canyon.

After arranging the pottery jars, Connor's expression relaxed slightly. Although he had a very bad feeling about this trip to the Blue Stone Auction, since he was already here, he had no reason to give up halfway. No matter what happened, he had already made an effort to observe and see if there was any opportunity in the wooden stockade. Now that these pottery jars were laid in ambush here, no matter what happened in the wooden stockade next, Connor was confident that he could get out unscathed!

The gates of the wooden village opened wide, and the blue-robed wizard took the lead, driving his carriage into the village. Behind him, the others followed closely in their carriages, heading towards the village. Connor, who lagged behind the caravan, also kept a low profile, concealing his true cultivation level and only revealing the cultivation of a mid-level wizard apprentice, thus attracting no attention.

After entering the wooden village gate, the Odin wizards patrolling inside seemed to know that they were not well received by the group of Kaman wizards, so they did not come over, but just watched the group of Kaman wizards from a distance.

The blue-robed wizard seemed quite familiar with the wooden village. He led his group to a corner of the village, where about thirty carriages were already parked. It seemed that more than thirty Kaman wizards had arrived there before their group.

After scanning the thirty-odd carriages before him, the blue-robed wizard smiled and said to the crowd, "Please leave your carriages here. We are the last group; the auction is waiting for us to officially begin!"

Upon hearing the blue-robed wizard's words, the group seemed to have already thought of the good items at the auction, and their emotions instantly soared. They left their carriages there and followed the blue-robed wizard towards a huge wooden building in the center of the wooden village.

Leaving the carriage in the corner, Connor seemed to have figured something out. He patted the rather handsome horse with pity, knowing that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, his steed would soon be blown to bits along with its companions in the corner…

The group followed the blue-robed wizard into the wooden building. In the main hall, more than fifty wizards were seated on the left and right sides, with the auction stage as the dividing line. Whether it was a rule or an unspoken agreement between the parties, more than twenty Kaman wizards sat on the left side of the hall, and more than thirty Odin wizards sat on the right side.

Seeing this, the five people who had followed the blue-robed wizard in did not hesitate and immediately sat down on the left side of the hall. With their seats taken, the number of Kaman wizards and Odin wizards in the hall was now roughly evenly matched.

Sitting on the left edge of the Kaman wizard camp, Connor quietly observed the fifty-odd wizards in the hall. Although he did not use his mental power for fear of alerting them, he could see through the cultivation levels of all fifty-odd wizards in the hall without exception.

"Five advanced wizarding apprentices, thirteen intermediate wizarding apprentices, and thirty-four novice wizarding apprentices are in the hall. Add to that the guards from the William Psionic Society and the Golovin tribe outside, and this wooden stockade has nearly eighty wizards gathered here. How interesting! I wonder if that fellow named Zivkovic is even here..." Connor thought to himself after surveying the area.

So far, Connor has not found any trace of any other first-level wizards in the wooden village besides himself, which is undoubtedly good news for Connor. However, after recognizing the current situation, Connor decided that he should change his pre-prepared plan to launch a full-scale attack.

With Connor Ferguson's abilities, while the wizards in this hall might not be a match for him one-on-one, one-on-ten, or even one-on-twenty, they would still be like ants that can kill an elephant. Moreover, there were eighty wizards here. If they all rushed at Connor, all he could do was flee in a sorry state. If he was too late, he would probably lose his life here!

Therefore, in Connor's eyes, if he wants to gain anything from this Blue Stone auction, he can only use strategy, not brute force. He should grab a quick buck and run away, and never linger in the fight!