Wizard: I'm leveling up by AFK in another world

The drooping, lush branches trembled, and Claire's figure emerged from them.

He turned around and looked at the Silver Moon Tree that had just sheltered him with a complicated expression.

He put his hand back on the tree trunk.

The Wood element's affinity told him that these embodiments of nature were in a good mood at the moment.

But the reason why these Silvermoon Trees, and even the entire forest, saved him remains unknown.

Is it that sapling?

Claire looked into the depths of the bushes.

The seedling seemed more vigorous than before, with a faint silver sheen shimmering on its two remaining leaves.

Although it is essentially a clone of itself, these Silvermoon Trees probably cannot detect it.

So in their view, they saved the dying seedling?

Claire is unable to establish genuine communication with the Silvermoon Trees, and this problem will remain unresolved for the time being.

The more pressing matter now is to find the location of the starship crash or other wizards, and to understand the Legion's current predicament.

Claire waved goodbye to the Silvermoon Trees, the sound of the wind and the leaves in the forest accompanying her.

"West side..."

Claire, recalling the old elf captain's words, began to discern directions.

He tidied up his tattered equipment, injected himself with a healing potion, and then cautiously made his way towards the edge of the forest.

He hadn't walked far when the trees ahead began to thin out.

The air temperature began to rise gradually, and there was a strange smell of sulfur in the air.

This is certainly not the smell that the Silvermoon Tree Forest should have. Could there have been a battle ahead?

Claire, puzzled, quickened her pace.

Soon, a rushing stream blocked their path.

The river water was a murky yellow, with withered branches and leaves floating on the surface.

Claire stopped in her tracks, her pupils shrinking sharply.

On the other side of the river was a Gobi desert filled with rocks and cracks.

Further away, there were several active volcanoes spewing black smoke!

"Wait, this is... the volcanic zone of the Ironblood Continent?"

Claire looked back in shock at the Silvermoon Tree Forest behind her, and then at the volcanic desert on the other side of the river.

These two completely different landforms are separated only by a small river less than ten meters wide?

It felt like someone had forcibly pieced together two different puzzle pieces, leaving a disjointed and awkward feel at the edges.

"Spatial misalignment? Or dimensional overlap?"

Claire recalled the deep blue beam that had risen from the Silver Tree Ring and the subsequent explosion that had taken place throughout the outer void.

Was that the ultimate weapon of the gods of the Silver Tree Ring? It seems that the High Wizard of Thalos couldn't stop them...

He crossed the river and felt that the connection between himself and the sapling of the Silver Moon Tree had been severed deep within his spiritual sea.

really.

Although the underlying principles are unknown, the timelines of Silver Tree Island and Iron Blood Continent do overlap, and they remain two separate worlds.

As soon as Claire leaves Silvertree Island, the Silvermoon Sapling clone planted there will begin to grow.

He turned around, his back to the billowing black smoke of the Ironblood Continent, and looked with a touch of melancholy at the Silvermoon Tree Forest on the opposite bank of the river.

This forest saved him, and he will come back.

……

……

"Huff... huff..."

Claire ran wildly across the crimson wasteland, sending pebbles flying under her feet.

He dared not turn around, for the ground behind him was shaking violently, and the thunderous sound of hooves was approaching at an alarming speed.

Awooo—

The mournful howls of wolves seemed to explode right next to my ears, and the stench of blood splattered on my face.

Those were orc wolf riders.

And it was a full squad!

"Damn it, how could my luck be so bad!"

Claire gritted her teeth and forced out the last bit of magic power in her body to cast a lightness spell on herself.

My tired body felt a little lighter, but it was only a drop in the bucket.

Just now.

As he was identifying and following the footprints on the wasteland, he happened to encounter a patrol of orc wolf riders.

When he spotted the other, the other's keen-witted dire wolf also caught his scent.

There was no nonsense, only the sound of javelins piercing the air and a frantic chase.

boom!

A thick, black iron javelin grazed Claire's shoulder and embedded itself heavily in the rock in front of her.

Shards flew everywhere, leaving a bloody gash on his cheek.

Besides physical exhaustion, his magic was also nearly depleted.

"There's no escape."

Claire glanced ahead in despair.

It was a vast expanse of Gobi Desert, with no shelter whatsoever.

If you keep running, you'll just become a sitting duck.

We have no choice but to give it our all!

He took a deep breath, pulled out the last dose of psychotropic drug, and injected it into his body.

At this moment, the pursuers had closed to within a hundred meters, and the overwhelming murderous aura made Claire take a step back.

The leading orc captain rode on the back of a black iron dire wolf that was over two meters tall at the shoulders.

Its bare upper body was covered with black totems, and it wore a white bone necklace around its neck.

Seeing Claire stop, the orc captain grinned with excitement.

"Surround him! Don't let him escape! I want him alive!"

A dozen or so wolf riders howled excitedly, skillfully spreading out their formation and enveloping the area like a large net.

Death is so close.

Claire took a deep breath, and her remaining magic gathered at her fingertips.

Just as the three fastest dire wolves pounced, he suddenly flung out the three blue seeds he was holding tightly in his hand.

puff!

The seeds grew wildly the moment they came into contact with flesh and blood, transforming into thorny vines that tightly bound the dire wolf's limbs.

The three-headed wolf howled and fell to the ground, throwing the orc off its back.

"It's witchcraft! Be careful!"

The orc captain reacted extremely quickly.

He roared and leaped high off the wolf's back.

The curved blade in his hand glowed with a dark red aura of battle energy, and slashed down at Claire like a mountain crashing down.

when!

At the last possible moment, Claire activated the last bit of energy in her exoskeleton armor, managing to block the attack.

However, the enormous impact caused his feet to sink into the mud, and his arm armor made a cracking sound as it could not withstand the pressure.

"I can't take it anymore..." Claire felt her internal organs trembling.

"snort!"

The orc captain changed tactics very quickly, kicking Claire in the chest.

Claire was sent flying backward without resistance, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Before he could even struggle to his feet, the remaining dozen or so wolf riders swarmed him.

Several barbed spears were placed against his neck, and a combat boot pressed his head down, shoving his face hard into the red mud.

"Is this what they call a wizard?"

The orc captain walked over and looked at Claire, who was being trampled in the mud, with disdain.

"Weak, fragile, and easily defeated."

"Pooh!"

"Tie him up! Drag him behind the dire wolf!" the orc captain ordered with a laugh. "Take him back to the tribe and present him to the priest!"

The surrounding wolf riders burst into unpleasant laughter.

Claire's face was chafed by the gravel, and blood mixed with dirt.

His hands were bound behind his back with rough animal sinew ropes, which dug deep into his flesh.

However, in his tightly clenched palm, a cyan seed was condensing.

The orc captain tied the other end of the rope to the dire wolf's tail, ready to begin its favorite game of dragging.

Just as it was about to climb onto the wolf, it looked up at the sky in confusion.

Suddenly, crystal-clear snowflakes began to fall from the gray sky above.

snowflake?

Its eyes widened suddenly: "No, an enemy attack—"

Before the last syllable was uttered, a blood-soaked flower bloomed on its chest, sucking away all its life force.

The orc captain's head lolled to the side, and he collapsed to the ground, powerless.

A terrifying scene was reflected in its wide, yellow pupils:

Pale blue icicles shot out from the crimson soil, instantly piercing through the dozen or so wolf riders surrounding Claire.

Before the blood could even spray, it was frozen into a red ice sculpture.

Even the dire wolves beneath them retained their howling expressions, transformed into lifelike ice sculptures.

In the blink of an eye, the orc wolf rider squad that had just trampled a wizard apprentice underfoot was completely wiped out.

Claire looked up and saw three figures in white robes emerge from the swirling snow.

The leader was a woman.

She had long, cascading, ice-blue hair, skin so white it was almost translucent, and features so delicate they resembled a porcelain doll, yet her eyes held an indifferent gaze.

With a wave of her hand, the wind and snow stopped, and the orcs and dire wolves frozen into ice sculptures melted into water, which seeped into the crimson soil.

"This magical energy fluctuation...is it from a high-level apprentice?"

Claire lay on the ground, looking at the figure surrounded by ice and snow, feeling a profound sense of awe.

This level of control over magic is truly insurmountable compared to that of a mid-level apprentice!

"Captain, there's a survivor over here."

A guy with brown curly hair walked up to Claire and glanced at the blood-red flower on the orc captain's chest with slight surprise.

"Dude, your witchcraft looks pretty good!"

He casually sliced ​​through the ropes binding Claire with a gust of wind.

"Oh, a trainee potion master?"