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

Claire climbed up the ladder made of thick vines from the bottom of the huge pit, eventually leaping into a complex network of mine tunnels.

During the climb, the [Living Cyst] completely neutralized the effects of the Blood Flame, so Claire no longer needed the Calming and Soul-Soothing Potion.

"After being promoted to advanced apprentice, both the amount of magic power stored up and the range of mental perception have undergone a qualitative change."

Claire navigated the intricate mine tunnels while sensing the changes within her body.

His spiritual sea has expanded several times over compared to before. What was originally just a lake of magical energy reserves has now truly taken the shape of a vast ocean.

More importantly, his mental strength has undergone a qualitative change. He can now clearly perceive even the faintest movement of an insect crawling by within a hundred meters.

Compared to intermediate apprentices, advanced apprentices already exhibit a certain degree of life level suppression effect.

How powerful must a formal wizard be?

Claire, lost in thought, sped along the mine tunnel a hundred years later.

After walking for about half an hour, Claire stopped.

A strong surge of magical energy emanated from not far ahead.

There is a fight.

Claire crept over silently.

After passing a few corners, the mine tunnel ahead suddenly opened up, revealing an underground cavity about half the size of a football field.

In the center of the hollow was a pool of churning lava, and on the narrow clearing at the edge of the lava pool, four disheveled wizard apprentices were leaning against the rock wall, supporting an energy shield together.

Directly in front of them, more than a dozen orc warriors with dark gold skin were closing in step by step in a semi-encircling formation.

"Damn it! My magic is almost gone!"

"Hold on! If the shield breaks, we'll have no chance left!"

A particularly tall orc launched the first attack. It leaped high into the air, its massive axes whistling through the air as it slammed into the energy shield.

boom!

The orcs were bounced back, but then more orcs raised their battleaxes and slashed at the shield.

The attacks came wave after wave, and visible cracks appeared on the shield.

Click—

Finally, with a cracking sound, the shield shattered.

The powerful shockwave sent the four wizard apprentices flying, crashing into the rock wall behind them, all spitting out blood.

"Capture them alive! The High Priest needs their flesh and blood to appease the Holy Mountain's wrath!"

The orc warriors pounced on them like wolves and tigers.

The four apprentices closed their eyes in despair; they no longer even had the strength to cast a suicide spell.

puff!puff!puff!

The hard basalt ground suddenly exploded without warning, and dark black vines burst out of the ground like venomous snakes, binding the orc warriors at the forefront.

"What is that?!" the orc warrior roared, swinging his battle axe at the vines.

However, when the sharp battle axe struck the vines, it produced a crisp metallic clang, leaving not even a mark.

Claire slowly emerged from the shadows of the mine tunnel and made a grasping motion towards the orc warriors.

The wire vines suddenly tightened.

The golden beastmen's proud, hard muscles and bones deformed instantly under the terrifying strangulation force of the vines.

Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs squeezed out from the gaps in the vines, spilling onto the scorching ground and emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

"Enemy attack! It's a high-ranking wizard!"

"For the Empire!"

The remaining orc warriors reacted quickly, forming a battle formation and connecting their battle auras into one, like an unstoppable blood-red chariot, charging towards Claire.

Claire stood still, facing the impact without flinching or dodging.

He also wanted to try the [Withered Poisonous Mist].

The gray mist spread out from him, quickly filling the relatively enclosed underground mine and obscuring the soaring battle aura of the orcish battle formation.

The orcs, trapped in the poisonous fog, were horrified to discover that their fighting spirit was melting away at an alarming rate, as if it had encountered snow caught in a raging fire.

Their skin, exposed to the air, began to ulcerate rapidly, and the intense nerve paralysis made them lose even the strength to grip their weapons.

"What...what kind of poison is this...?"

The orcs clutched their necks with both hands, their eyes bulging outwards, filled with terror.

Claire walked slowly, and the gray mist seemed to consciously make way for him.

He passed by the orc warriors convulsing on the ground, his fingers twitching slightly.

Several cyan wind blades silently swept past.

Dozens of orc heads rolled neatly to the ground, the blood from their severed necks swallowed by the poisonous miasma before it could even spurt out.

After collecting the blood, Claire waved her hand, dispersing the poisonous fog in the air.

He turned his head and looked at the four wizard apprentices in the corner of the rock wall who were completely dumbfounded.

The four men trembled, their eyes filled with a deeper awe and fear than when facing the charging orcs.

Wizards are more aware of their own terror than any other race.

The person in front of me slaughtered so many golden beast warriors in less than a minute; he was definitely not a kind soul.

However, they soon recognized the person in front of them.

"...Claire?"

The group was quite incredulous.

A few days ago on the highlands, they witnessed Claire's amazing potion-making skills, which left a deep impression on them.

But back then, Claire was only a mid-level apprentice, right?

How could he possess the power that only a high-level apprentice could have in less than a day?

"He's been hiding his true strength! He's already a high-level apprentice!" This was the only reasonable thought that simultaneously came to mind for all four of them.

In the wizarding world, hiding one's strength and playing dumb to outsmart others is a common practice.

However, when it happened to them, they still felt a lingering fear.

"Are you in Garrett's team or Sylva's team?" Claire asked.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, we are Garrett's men..." an apprentice quickly replied, his tone full of respect.

"After the teleportation, did you see anyone else?" Claire cut to the chase. "Or rather, did you see a red-haired mid-level apprentice? The one who was with me the whole time."

The four people looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I'm sorry, the four of us were teleported together. After waking up, we wandered around for a long time, but only saw you..."

"All right."

Claire was somewhat disappointed, but it was also expected.

With such a large volcano and so many mine tunnels, finding Rhodesbon would be very difficult.

We can only hope that this lucky guy can hold on a little longer.

"Um... Your Excellency Claire," an apprentice asked cautiously, "do you still have that, you know, that..."

The other three also looked at Claire expectantly.

Claire glanced at everyone, then took out a row of potions from her ring.

"Take it. I don't have much left, so use it sparingly."

The four accepted the gift as if it were a priceless treasure, and thanked the giver repeatedly.

They didn't question Claire's statement, which is already quite good.

After all, Claire has now been promoted to advanced apprentice, and these people have lost all their magic and are of no value.

Claire saved their lives, but without his help, the four of them would still be dreaming of getting out of the volcano.

"You all wait here and don't move," Claire said. "I'll take you all out once I find Rhodes."

This treats them as a burden.

The four could only express their gratitude.

Claire nodded in satisfaction, said no more nonsense, turned and walked into another mine tunnel, and soon disappeared from the four people's sight.

After shaking off the apprentices, Claire wandered through the mine tunnels for a long time, making many twists and turns.

Along the way, he rescued several lone wizard apprentices.

After giving him several doses of calming and soul-soothing potions, he obtained a valuable piece of information:

Rod and Simon were together.

Unfortunately, the wizard apprentices who were with the two were soon separated from each other by the attack of the orc army they had found. They were unaware of what happened next or where the two went.

But the name "Simon" undoubtedly reassured Claire considerably. With Rhodes by his side, he should be safe and sound.

Since we can't find anyone right now, we might as well create a clone first.

He has collected the blood of the Golden Beastmen, the totem pole, and the remains of the ancient Behemoth, and is filled with anticipation for what should be the largest clone in history.

After walking for a while, Claire realized with dismay that although the mine tunnels were intricate and complex, the only truly safe place was probably the deep pit where the ancient Behemoth was suppressed.

He rushed back following his memory and summoned the three materials.

Consciousness sank into the sea of ​​spirit, where the blueprint of the ancient Behemoth avatar was shimmering with a faint golden light.

With a thought, Claire conjured up countless shimmering runes from between his brows, which then fell into the materials before him.

hum-

Several pieces of material began to tremble.

The bottle of dark golden beast blood exploded first, turning into a cloud of mist that hovered in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient runes on the surface of the totem pole seemed to come alive, transforming into black chains that surged into the blood mist.

The totem pole itself quickly decayed, turning into ashes.

Roar!

A roar that seemed to transcend millennia echoed in Claire's mind.

Blood mist, iron chains, white bones.

Under the influence of some great force, the three materials began to slowly merge in mid-air.

Claire maintained her mental focus while simultaneously observing the situation in mid-air.

The blood mist gradually dissipated.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A powerful, heartbeat, like a war drum, echoed clearly throughout the mine.

Before Claire, a Behemoth cub covered in long golden fur slowly opened its eyes, which were burning with blood-red flames.

Although it is still in its infancy, the oppressive aura of an ancient overlord has already begun to emerge.

The cub walked to Claire's side, obediently lowered its enormous head, and knelt down.

Claire reached out and gently stroked the stiff, golden hair on the Behemoth clone's head.

"Stay here and don't let anyone see you."