Wizard Earl

Connor was thrilled with his idea. To be honest, luring Zivkovic out of the hut wasn't a difficult task. After all, Zivkovic's mission in the hut was to protect the Golovin tribe and prevent any accidents. Connor only needed to create some trouble to easily lure him out.

Execution has always been Connor's forte. Having formulated a plan, Connor immediately took action, quietly piling up flammable oil around the wooden stockade. After doing this, seeing that Zhivkovic was still deep in thought and hadn't found anything in the hut, a faint smile appeared on Connor's face. The next second, with a thought, all the oil he had placed around the stockade instantly burst into flames, turning the massive wooden stockade into a sea of ​​fire.

"Where did the fire come from?"

"Quickly use water magic to put out the fire!"

"No! This fire is very strange; my Ice Rain spell is completely useless against it!"

"Go find the Grand Elder immediately!"

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Faced with the raging fire, the Golovin tribe was thrown into chaos. Some shamans tried to extinguish the fire with magic but failed. They then tried to find Zhivkovich, their leader, but unfortunately, all the roads leading to Zhivkovich's cabin had been blocked by Connor with oil. Now, those roads were all engulfed in flames, and no one could pass through them.

Perhaps he was too engrossed in thinking in the hut to notice the fire, or perhaps he assumed his tribesmen could handle the situation; in any case, Zhivkovic, instead of immediately emerging from the hut to check on the fire as Connor had expected, waited a full minute before realizing the fire had broken out in the village.

With a furrowed brow, he leaned on his cold iron cane and walked out of the wooden house.

Hiding behind a wooden stake outside the cabin, Connor held his breath and watched as Zivkovic walked out of the cabin step by step. Even though Connor was used to big scenes, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous at this moment.

"Click! Click!"

As Zivkovic stepped out of the wooden hut, Connor was instantly invigorated. In his excitement, a trace of his aura leaked out, which Zivkovic, who had just emerged from the hut, sensed. The old man immediately became alert and roared towards the wooden stake where Connor was standing: "Who's there? Get out here!"

Although his momentary excitement led to his location being discovered by Zivkovic, Connor Ferguson, who was holding the silver crown pendant, was no longer concerned about it. A cruel smile appeared on his lips, and a mental storm amplified by the mental power of the silver pendant was released towards Zivkovic.

Although he had been tricked by Connor's mental storm just a few hours ago, Zivkovic, who had only just discovered Connor's location a few hours later, still had no good way to resist the mental storm and was once again caught off guard and hit by it.

"what!"

Zivkovic, who had suffered a severe blow, let out a painful groan. His aged face was contorted with pain, and he had to lean on his cold iron cane to keep from falling to the ground.

This powerful mental storm, while severely damaging the old man Zivkovic, also placed a considerable burden on Connor. Connor's own mind was also aching, and he would be unable to launch mental attacks on others for some time.

Taking a deep breath, Connor quickly recovered, then chanted a spell, conjuring the Pluton Spear, which shot towards Zivkovic's heart. As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot, and now is the perfect opportunity for Connor Ferguson to beat Zivkovic, this drowning dog, to a pulp!

Although the spear of Hades was fierce and fast, at this moment, the old man Zivkovic had recovered somewhat from the pain of the mental storm. Facing the spear of Hades that was rushing towards his heart, he propped himself up and used the cold iron cane in his hand to block his vitals.

"Bang!"

It's unclear what kind of demonized artifact that cold iron crutch was, but it actually managed to block that Hades attack for Zivkovic.

The spear protected the old man's heart. Although his life was temporarily safe, the powerful impact of the spear still made Zivkovic, who had not yet recovered from the mental storm, sway unsteadily, and he looked like he might fall to the ground at any moment.

"You one-eyed bastard, you've actually come back again?"

The release of the spells Psychic Storm and Pluton's Spear immediately exposed Connor to Zivkovic's view. Looking at the red-haired, one-eyed psychic wizard he had just fought a few hours earlier, Zivkovic was utterly shocked. He clearly remembered summoning the Golden-Headed Giant Eagle, a level four magical beast worshipped by the Golovin tribe for generations, to hunt down this guy…

That level-four magical beast, the golden-headed giant eagle, is something their Golovin tribe offers a huge amount of blood sacrifices to in order to be able to worship. Although the cost of the sacrifices is enormous, the power of this golden-headed giant eagle is also extraordinary. In the past, any level-one wizard who was targeted by it was lucky to be seriously injured and bedridden. How could it possibly be like this red-haired one-eyed dragon in front of them, who came back to ambush them!

Seeing Zivkovic's incredulous expression, Connor, still disguised as the red-haired, one-eyed dragon, couldn't help but recall the miserable situation he had been in just a few hours earlier, chased relentlessly by that damned beast, the golden-headed giant eagle, with nowhere to run. His gaze towards Zivkovic softened, and he coldly said:

"Zivkovic, you old bastard, you didn't expect this, did you? If you had known better than to admit defeat back then, I would have let you go. But you dog, you had to send that damned beast to hunt me down. Now you've brought all this upon yourself. Now you can die!" As soon as he finished speaking, Connor made a move to continue his attack, looking like he wanted to kill Zivkovic.

Seeing Connor's posture, whether he was feigning injury to buy time or genuinely afraid of being killed, Zivkovic, seeing Connor about to attack again, decisively begged for mercy, saying, "I surrender! If you spare my life, I'll give you a reward you can't even imagine!"