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

He saw the boy huddled in the corner.

"Luke! Don't be afraid!"

Garrett's face lit up with joy. He raised his wand, ready to smash open the iron gate of the prison wagon.

thump.

A muffled sound, seemingly emanating from the depths of the earth, suddenly resounded across the chaotic and noisy battlefield.

The sound wasn't loud, but it penetrated the eardrums of everyone present and reached their minds.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure, as large as a mountain peak, swept out from the depths of the mine shafts that were densely packed on the cliff.

Several mediocre apprentices, whose strength was insufficient, were unable to react at all under this sudden and unexpected pressure and were directly pressed to the ground.

Fortunately, the earthen-yellow halos around them blocked the orcs' fatal blow when they seized the opportunity.

Garrett, who was about to open the prison van, turned his head stiffly.

Amidst the sky filled with volcanic ash and dust.

A hunched orc emerged from a mine.

There were nearly a hundred mine shafts of varying sizes scattered along the cliff, but everyone's gaze was immediately "magnetically" drawn to the old orc.

It wore a cloak covered with intricate patterns and held a scepter made of white bone in its hand.

A crimson crystal was inlaid at the top of the scepter, shimmering faintly, and everyone who looked at it felt their heart skip a beat.

"High Priest!"

"The Eye of the Great Ancestors!"

The orc warriors, who had been thrown into disarray by the wizard apprentices' surprise attack, suddenly felt their morale soar and their eyes turn fervent upon seeing the old orc.

That was a Saint-level expert.

A being whose life level has undergone a qualitative change, corresponding to a first-level wizard!

"It really was a trap..."

Claire reacted quickly, and soon after the pressure was released, she pulled Rhodes behind a relatively safe cover.

A fierce battle is sure to follow.

"Rhodes, drink one bottle of these, and pack the rest away." He took out several bottles of emerald green potions from his spatial ring. "The situation is about to become dangerous. You must ensure that there is no fire poison or blood inflammation accumulating in your body."

"If there are too many of those things, you won't even be able to cast spells normally."

Rhodes accepted the potion, but his expression was grim: "Claire, this time is different from last time... As a Level 1 creature, do we really have a chance to escape?"

"Let's see how things go first."

The new focal point of the battlefield.

The old orc priest stopped in his tracks.

Its cloudy eyes swept across the faces of all the wizard apprentices, yet none of them could perceive its emotions.

"Wizards," the orc priest spoke slowly, "you can no longer escape from me."

"Drop your wands, kneel down, I will not slaughter prisoners..."

"snort."

The blue-haired witch took a step forward.

A layer of extremely cold air, visible to the naked eye, was rapidly condensing around her.

The chilling aura actually managed to create an absolute zero zone belonging to Isabella within the oppressive aura of this Saint-level expert!

"So close to level one..." The orc priest's eyes narrowed slightly. "But the consequence for anyone daring to trespass into the sacred ground is the same!"

At the same time, Simon's voice resounded in everyone's minds.

"It's just a bluff!"

"If they were truly from a Holy Land, why would they waste their breath talking to us!"

"Look closely at its chest; there are obvious signs of witchcraft corruption there."

"It's injured and seems to have some fear of our witchcraft. Don't be afraid, everyone, let's attack together! We have a good chance of breaking through!"

A few short words brought an abrupt end to the panic that was spreading in everyone's hearts.

Many people regained their composure.

Simon is right. If they were proper wizards, why would they waste their breath talking to a bunch of wizarding apprentices?

"Get ready for battle," Claire patted Rhodes on the shoulder. "Let's escape together."

Simon used mental communication, which was difficult to detect through magic. However, the orc priest could easily see the change in the atmosphere.

These wizards had demonstrated this strange method of communication in previous battles.

Despite having no sound or magic, they quickly exchanged information, causing the unsuspecting orc army to suffer heavy losses.

The orc priest could roughly guess that his physical condition had been guessed.

Its face turned completely gloomy, and the spreading pressure carried an intense, tangible killing intent.

"Perhaps you think you're clever, but in the end you've all walked into a trap," the orc priest sneered.

Without another word, it slammed its bone staff into the ground.

Rumble.

The earthquake trembled.

Dark red magma gushed out from underground fissures, converging in mid-air to form a terrifying lava serpent tens of meters long.

The giant python let out a silent roar, carrying a suffocating heat, and opened its blood-red maw, rushing straight at Isabella, who was in the first place to be hit!

The witch with the indiscriminate hair stood proudly, not yielding an inch.

"roar!"

Barton, who had been silently guarding her side, had bulging muscles that tore his wide robes apart.

His exposed skin glowed with a golden light, making him appear even stronger than the warriors of the Golden Beast Clan.

He spread his arms wide, and a golden tower shield slammed down in front of him.

The next second, the lava python slammed into the tower shield.

The raging heatwave ignited the surrounding air, and the fierce flames engulfed Barton and Isabella.

Patton let out a muffled groan as his feet dug two deep furrows into the hard basalt ground.

The runes on the surface of the tower shield flickered dozens of times in an instant, showing faint signs of melting.

But he blocked it!

Thanks to the astonishing physique created by his bloodline, he withstood an attack from a Saint-level expert!

As the lava serpent and the tower shield were locked in a stalemate, a figure glided along the ground like a ghost to the side of the orc priest.

It was Simon.

As he took his place, the ground beneath the orc priest's feet collapsed without warning.

Dozens of stone spikes, as hard as refined steel, burst from the ground and pierced the priest's lower body at extremely tricky angles.

The orc priest frowned, waved his bone staff, and a layer of blood-red light shield enveloped him.

The stone spikes shattered upon impact with the light shield, but the force of the impact caused the orc priest to sway slightly.

This brief opening was clearly seen by Isabella, who was in the sea of ​​fire not far away.

A deep blue spear instantly materialized, tearing through space and trailing a long trail of watery light as it pierced the weak point of the orc priest's light shield.

Click.

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

Despite Simon's interference, the level 1 spell shield was actually pierced by a crack when faced with Isabella's full-force attack.

The illusory image of the spear, having completed its mission, dissipated, transforming into extremely cold air that surged wildly into the crack, quickly covering half of the orc priest's body with a layer of white frost.

"Damn it!" the orc priest finally roared in anger.

A powerful Saint Realm expert was forced to this point by a few ants whose life force had not yet undergone a qualitative change.

Worse still, it could clearly feel its old wounds starting to ache under the stimulation of the extreme cold, and the curse that it had forcibly suppressed seemed to be showing signs of recurring.

The orc priest roared, his blood energy surging into the sky, shattering the frost on his body.

"Silva, Garrett! What are you doing!" Simon roared.

next second.

A massive meteorite materialized out of thin air and crashed down on the orc priest with tremendous force.

"Aging! Weakness! Amplified pain!" The strange bird on Sylva's shoulder let out a piercing scream, and streaks of gray-black cursed light swept forward.

Isabella and the other two also made their move at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, the light of various witchcrafts engulfed the orc priest.

Rhodes, hiding in the back, was dumbfounded: "This is too strong! Is this the strength of a high-level apprentice? They actually suppressed a level one life form?"

Claire didn't reply, nervously watching the battlefield.

Is it really possible?

The energy storm on the battlefield gradually subsided.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The orc priest remained standing in the same spot.

Its cloak was completely tattered, revealing its shriveled body.

On its chest was a terrifying sword wound that almost cleaved it in two, surrounded by black death energy.

"Wizard, your bizarre methods have indeed exceeded my expectations." The orc priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"But that's where it ends."

It raised its white bone staff high, and the blood-red crystal at its tip burst forth with a dazzling red light, like a miniature sun.

"Oh no! Retreat immediately!"

Isabella's expression changed drastically; as the strongest among them, she was the first to sense a change in the surrounding space.

This is no ordinary level one spell!

"Trying to leave? Too late!"

With the orc priest's roar, the black basalt ground suddenly and without warning transformed into a dark red magic circle.

The patterns on the magic circle resembled countless intertwined venomous snakes, sending chills down one's spine.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Garrett was horrified to discover that his legs seemed to be glued to the ground, and no matter how much magic he used, he could not break free.

"It's a sealing spell..." Isabella frantically tapped the ground with her ice crystal wand, trying to freeze the array nodes beneath her feet.

"quack……"

Within a black vortex, a gray raven frantically flapped its wings, trying to carry its master into the portal.

But the next second.

hum!

A brilliant red light shone brightly.

The towering crimson pillar of light engulfed all the wizard apprentices.

When the blinding light faded, the once bustling battlefield instantly fell into dead silence.

All the wizarding apprentices, including those imprisoned in the prison cart, vanished without a trace.

At the bottom of the pit, all that remained were wreckage and bewildered orc warriors.

"Cough cough cough..."

The silence was shattered by a violent cough.

The orc priest's hunched body swayed, barely managing to stay upright by bracing his staff against the ground.

The deathly aura around its chest became even more pronounced, clearly indicating that the spell it had just cast had cost it an extremely heavy price.

"High Priest!"

An orc centurion rushed forward and carefully helped the swaying priest.

"High Priest, are you alright? Were those evil sorcerers all destroyed by your magic?" The centurion looked around at the empty ground with awe.

"No." The orc priest gasped for breath and slowly shook his head.

"They were much more troublesome than I had imagined... I used all my strength, with the help of the Holy Mountain, to seal them within it."

"The Holy Mountain? Then they can forget about ever coming out again!"

"No, no, no, you're oversimplifying things." The orc priest coughed violently again.

Once it had calmed down, it looked solemnly at the orc centurion: "You must immediately reorganize the army and enter the Holy Mountain."

"Capture all those wizards before they recover!"

"They were completely scattered, and their bodies were suppressed by the blood flames. You could have done it..."

"Hurry... whatever you do, don't let... the ones inside the holy mountain..."

Before he could finish speaking, the orc priest could no longer hold on and, under the panicked gaze of the orc centurion, his head lolled to the side and his eyes closed.