White Stone Territory.
Wilderness.
Faced with Storm Spear's combat Airship and personnel deployment, the destruction of the Gray Bone Group had been almost inevitable.
They had even tried to flee.
But how could their Airship possibly compare to the Academy's Airship?
Just one hour later.
The battle was over.
"My lord, this Late Second Ring Wizard is called Harry. He is an air pirate from the Gray Bone Group and has been roaming White Stone Territory for years. Several Academies have placed bounties on him, totaling perhaps around one million Magic Stones."
A Wizard hurried forward to report.
Renard looked at the unconscious Harry before him and had not expected him to truly be such a big catch.
In fact.
In the present-day Wizard World, becoming an air pirate was rather difficult, because a Wizard needed far too many resources to grow.
Strength alone was not enough.
Unless driven into a corner, a Wizard would never make such a choice.
And without a complete logistical system, they simply could not stand against a true Academy force.
The only problem was that these people were usually extremely cunning, and their tracks were difficult to find.
"Ian, tell me, how come every time I run into you, something good happens?"
He turned to look at Ian.
Gray Bone Group.
Ian was somewhat stunned as well, though he inwardly drew a sharp breath.
If they had faced this air pirate group alone, the outcome truly would have been uncertain. Fortunately, they had invited Renard.
Yet this also left him puzzled.
How had they been targeted?
"Can I take a look at the bandits' records?" Ian asked.
"You suspect someone is targeting you?"
Renard instantly understood what he meant and asked in return.
Ian nodded.
"Fine."
Renard nodded as well. He knew there were