Wizard Earl

"Who are you?"

After a tense standoff between Connor and Zivkovic for over ten seconds, Zivkovic finally broke the silence, asking in a deep voice to the red-haired, one-eyed man Connor was disguised as:

Although they didn't know who the other party was, at the feet of this red-haired one-eyed dragon lay the corpses of three wizards from their Golovin tribe, including the second elder, Kastovelli. There was no doubt that they were all killed by this red-haired one-eyed dragon. If it weren't for the fact that he was wary of the other party's first-level wizard cultivation, Zivkovich would have stopped wasting time here and directly picked up his cold iron cane to start fighting!

"Who I am is unimportant. I have no interest in what your Golovin tribe is trying to do. I'm leaving now, Mr. Zhivkovic. Will you stop me?" Under Zhivkovic's cold gaze, Connor didn't answer his question but instead posed his own, asking him in return:

Hearing Connor's words, Zivkovic laughed in fury, pointing to the corpses of Kastevili and the others on the ground, and said, "You've killed so many people from our Golovin tribe, and you think you can just walk away with a 'I'm not interested'? What do you take us for?"

Connor gave Zhivkovic a deep look, shook his head, and said, "Letting me leave is the best option for you, Mr. Zhivkovic. You'll have time to clean up this mess. Mr. Zhivkovic, please believe me, you can't stop me from leaving!"

As the leader of the Golovin tribe, Zivkovich, though somewhat old, was by no means a mild-mannered man who would easily swallow his anger. Seeing the red-haired, one-eyed man in front of him acting as if he had him cornered, and then looking at the corpse of the Golovin family wizard lying on the ground, he could no longer suppress his anger. With a cold snort, he slammed his cold iron cane heavily onto the ground without saying a word.

"Bang!"

The cane slammed into the ground with a dull thud, and at the same time, Connor, disguised as a red-haired one-eyed man, felt a shockwave rushing towards him from the ground!

Seeing that Zivkovic had finally decided to make a move, Connor wasn't surprised. His black magic robe flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already four or five meters away. Then, a brilliant silver light burst forth from Connor's hand. With the blessing of the silver crown pendant, Connor focused his mind and unleashed a mental storm, aiming it at Zivkovic!

Perhaps because the Odin Empire has few mental wizards, Zivkovic seemed slightly at a loss when faced with Connor's powerful mental attack. However, being a first-level wizard who had been immersed in the field for decades, Zivkovic remained calm and composed. He instantly mobilized all his mental power to form a miniature mental barrier to protect himself.

"Click!"

Although Zivkovic reacted quickly, how terrifying was the power of Connor's mental storm, enhanced by the Silver Crown Pendant, a second-tier mental item, as a mental wizard?

The mental barrier that Zivkovic had created was so fragile that it crumbled at the slightest touch. The mental storm struck him directly, causing the tall, thin Zivkovic to sway. His aged face was contorted with pain, and a trickle of blood could be seen seeping from his nostrils…

Despite his pitiful appearance, the old man Zivkovic possessed an astonishing willpower. He endured the pain brought on by the mental storm, gripped his cold iron cane tightly, and coldly looked at Connor, asking, "Mental wizard?"

Without answering Zivkovic's question, Connor did not pursue him further, but simply gave Zivkovic a warning look before walking out of the wooden stockade.

Watching Connor's departing figure, Zivkovic, who had already suffered a loss at Connor's hands, did not make any irrational moves like clinging to Connor. However, looking at the corpse of the Golovin tribe wizard on the ground, a look of unwillingness appeared in Zivkovic's eyes. After hesitating for a few seconds, the old man finally made up his mind, took out a bronze whistle engraved with Odin runes from his spatial ring, put the whistle to his lips, and blew it loudly.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!..."

Connor, who had just driven his carriage out of the wooden village, heard a sharp, piercing copper whistle coming from where Zhivkovich was in the village. He immediately turned his head to look into the village, his eyes filled with anger. Sure enough, that old fellow Zhivkovich was still playing tricks on him, refusing to listen to reason.

Although he didn't know much about the wizarding world of Odin, Connor did know a little about this whistle and knew that it was Zivkovic calling for help.

Suppressing the urge to kill Zivkovic, Connor cracked his whip and drove the carriage toward the border between the Kaman Empire and the Odin Empire.

He is currently carrying a huge fortune, and his immediate priority is to bring it back to Frosinone to help Varga break through to become a first-level wizard. As for that old fellow Zivkovic, although he had never encountered a mental wizard like himself before, he suffered a considerable loss after encountering his mental storm.

However, Zivkovic still possesses considerable strength and is not a pushover. If Connor truly wants to kill him, even if he can actually succeed, it will certainly waste a lot of time. By the time Zivkovic's reinforcements arrive with the bronze whistle, Connor's situation will be dangerous. After all, even a mighty tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves.

Therefore, for Varga's sake, Connor made the most rational choice: to take a step back and leave in his carriage.

When Connor first entered the wooden village, his mental power detected a problem in a corner of the village where the wizards' carriages from the Kaman Empire were being placed. There was a lye bomb planted there, which could detonate at any moment.

However, it seems that Connor's "sneak attack" played a role, eliminating Kastevili and disrupting the Golovin tribe's original plan, which directly resulted in the dozens of wagons not being blown up by the alchemical bombs buried underground.

So when he found his carriage was still there, Connor did not hesitate and immediately found it and drove away. From his current location to Vlady, a border city of Carman, it was nearly a hundred miles away. Although Connor, as a first-level wizard, could fly back, doing so would not only exhaust him but also deplete his magical power. It was far more comfortable and convenient than driving the carriage!