Level-1 Warlock Bonnie

After a one-hour forced march along the main road, the mechanical legion commanded by Yang Feng appeared directly before the Black City.

At this moment, the Black City had already entered a state of emergency; the city gates were sealed, and soldiers patrolled the ramparts at all times.

The moment Yang Feng's mechanical officer appeared beneath the Black City, squads of soldiers quickly moved to their respective posts, watching Yang Feng's party from afar with extreme vigilance.

A strange glint flashed in Yang Feng's eyes. "Such a fast reaction! I didn't have any scouts or reconnaissance troops along the way, yet they managed to react so quickly. The methods of a warlock are truly formidable."

Yang Feng had dispatched micro-satellites to monitor the Black City. Not long after he had left with his mechanical legion, the Black City had already responded, with countless soldiers moving methodically to their posts, fully prepared for battle.

The wizard tower in the center of the Black City suddenly radiated a faint glow.

A white cloud was drawn down from the sky by a mysterious force, condensing above the Black City to form the figure of Bonnie, who wore a black robe with a silver thread embroidered on the cuffs.

Bonnie stared at Yang Feng amidst the mechanical legion and said in a deep voice, "I am Bonnie, master of the Black Hut. Master of this alchemy puppet legion, may I ask what you call yourself?"

"I am Steel Lord Yang Ye!" Yang Feng, having transformed into the appearance of another person, stepped out from the crowd and looked up at Bonnie in the sky, speaking slowly.

In the World of Warlocks, there were countless secret arts! Some of the most bizarre curses could even target a person simply by using their name. Such name-based curses were not very powerful, and a strong Level-1 Warlock like Bonnie could easily resist them. However, Yang Feng's true body possessed the attributes of a trash earthling with zero curse resistance; if he were cursed, he would be dead for sure, so he dared not reveal his real name casually.

Bonnie said coldly, "Steel Lord Yang Ye, our Black Hut has no grudge against you, so why do you attack us? Our Black Hut has been on friendly terms with the Fein Deluo Family for generations. The Fein Deluo Family not only has a Level-2 Warlock presiding over it, but also maintains close ties with the Antalya Warlock Academy. Attacking our Black Hut is to make an enemy of the Fein Deluo Family and the Antalya Warlock Academy!"

"Antalya Warlock Academy?" Yang Feng frowned slightly, beginning to recall the memories he had extracted from the minds of those few wizard apprentices.

In the Durando Subcontinent, warlocks controlled everything. Most of the royal families of all empires and principalities were controlled by warlock families. The Fein Deluo Principality was controlled by the Fein Deluo Family from behind the scenes. It was said that the Fein Deluo Family possessed a powerful Level-2 Warlock.

No. 3796's voice suddenly echoed in Yang Feng's mind: "The Antalya Warlock Academy, White Elephant's Fang, Eye of Justice, Rose Garden, Wild Claw, and Black Dragon Tower are the six strongest warlock groups in the Durando Subcontinent. Legend has it that all six of these forces have Great Warlocks presiding over them."

Yang Feng had only taken a rough look at the memories of those wizard apprentices and could not use them flexibly. Only a super-intelligence like No. 3796 could easily retrieve the various data he needed.

"Why attack your Black Hut?" A cold light flashed in Yang Feng's eyes as he smiled contemptuously. "If you want a reason, there are plenty! The biggest reason is that your Black Hut is blocking my path!"

With a chilling, murderous intent in his eyes, Yang Feng said coldly, "To go further on the path of the warlock, one needs more resources! I have set my sights on the resources of the Fein Deluo Principality! Bonnie, if you are sensible and submit to me now, I can give you a good position. Otherwise, you will die here today! You shall be the first stepping stone on my path to becoming a warlock!"

Warlocks were the top-tier supernatural beings in the Durando Subcontinent, and every warlock possessed extraordinary power. Moreover, what attracted Yang Feng the most was that once one became an official Level-1 Warlock, their lifespan could be extended to two hundred years. A Level-2 Warlock could extend their life to three hundred years, and a Level-3 Warlock to four hundred. Once they advanced to become a Great Warlock, their lifespan could even reach one thousand years.

Becoming a warlock was extremely difficult. First, one had to possess the aptitude for cultivation. Generally speaking, the probability of a warlock's offspring being born with warlock aptitude was much higher than that of ordinary people. In other words, the probability of someone with warlock aptitude being born among the nobility was higher. Beyond that, warlock cultivation required learning all kinds of knowledge, and every piece of knowledge was worth a fortune. Unless an ordinary commoner had heaven-defying aptitude and was lucky enough to be discovered, it was nearly impossible for them to step onto the path of the warlock.

As Yang Feng possessed the attributes of a trash earthling, he held no hope for his own cultivation aptitude. However, what was lacking innately could be made up for later; if his aptitude was insufficient, he could only fill the gap with massive amounts of resources. Only with the support of the resources of the entire Fein Deluo Principality could he possibly advance to become an official Level-1 Warlock.

Bonnie said coldly, "You will pay the price for your arrogance and stupidity!"

Yang Feng gave a cold smile and issued the order: "Attack!"

The 400 mechanical swordsmen suddenly moved, swiftly flying toward the Black City.

"Swamp Mud!"

In the wizard tower at the center of the Black City, Bonnie pointed toward them and cast a Level-1 spell.

Light flashed atop the sixty-meter-tall wizard tower, and a powerful, mysterious wave of energy suddenly enveloped the area in front of the Black City.

A massive swamp, three kilometers long and one hundred meters wide, suddenly appeared before the Black City.

The Level-1 spell Swamp Mud did not originally have such terrifying effects; it would normally be impossible to instantly condense a swamp of that size. However, it was only through the amplification of the wizard tower's power that such a miracle could be formed.

There was a recognized truth in the Durando Subcontinent: unless one possessed absolute power that spanned more than two major ranks, one should never challenge a warlock inside their wizard tower, as it would be nothing more than a futile death.

Facing the swamp that had suddenly appeared beneath their feet, the 400 mechanical swordsmen could not stop in time and fell into the massive mire, where they were entangled by the mud and began to sink slowly and steadily.

The more the 400 mechanical swordsmen struggled, the faster they sank. Before long, they were completely submerged and trapped within the swamp.

Watching the 400 mechanical swordsmen sink into the swamp, cheers erupted from all the soldiers on the city walls.

A look of excitement also flashed in Yang Feng's eyes as he muttered, "Amazing! Truly amazing! This is the power of a warlock! It is so powerful!!"

For Yang Feng, who was determined to step onto the path of the warlock, the more powerful the warlocks were, the more interested he became.