How Many Mishas Are There in Spirit Lake? Then That's Right, You're the One I'm Looking For!

This feeling of having one's injuries examined by others was unpleasant; Ulyian felt a strong sense of shame, as if he were being stripped naked and stared at in public.

But this is one of the rules, and those who are qualified to step into the fog must abide by it.

Unless one day he becomes the rule-maker, replacing the one who sits alone on the throne.

"These traces of magic"

A voice came from one side of the mist, drawing the attention of many people, including Ulyian himself.

The voice came from a tall figure at the edge of the white mist, who seemed to be wearing a tall, round top hat.

The man in the top hat hesitated slightly, then quickly gave Ulyian some descriptive words.

Ulyian's eyes flickered throughout the other person's story, and after the other person finished speaking, he nodded. "Yes, that's him."

"Qi Ge, do you know this Spirit Lake Wizard who defeated Ulyian?"

The imposing figure on the throne inquired at the exit.

The man named Qi Ge removed his hat and bowed. "I encountered him once before when I entered the Silent Corridor, and it left me with a somewhat unpleasant memory."

The man in the top hat paused, looked in Ulyian's direction, and said, "He seems to be only level four."

Ulyian sensed the sarcasm in the other person's words, pursed his lips, lowered his gaze, and did not respond.

The person who cut off his arm was only a level four wizard, forcing him to flee, along with two other Level Five Wizard and six Level Four Wizard under his command.

But he won't say it.

I'm too shy to speak up, and I don't know how to start.

As a genius and one of the core members of the fifth level of the Wizard Heart Hall, leading a group of followers, how could he be beaten into a homeless dog by a Level Four Wizard from the Spirit Lake?

That person has already entered the oasis and will inevitably encounter the people present sooner or later. At that time, these guys will know just how monstrous he is and how he got his wounds.

"Misha Tirions"

The imposing figure on the throne slowly spoke, "I have heard of this name before; rumors say he's just an incompetent fool."

His bland words provoked mocking glances from some people in the white mist, which landed on Ulyian's face like scalding hot irons.

Ulyian kept his head down and remained silent until the voice finished speaking, "Alright, everyone remember this name."

Besides Casimodo and Carniel, there is now another person at Spirit Lake who deserves our attention.

Thanks to Ulyian for sharing the intelligence.

A piercing clapping sound came from within the white mist. The imposing figure on the throne slowly receded, the mist churned, and the figures of the others gradually disappeared.

Ulyian had been under immense physical and mental pressure throughout the event, breathed a sigh of relief and was about to exit the mist when suddenly something flew out of the mist beside him and landed at Ulyian feet with a "thud," rolling around a few times.

Ulyian was taken aback, and upon closer inspection, he realized it was a Tier 1 healing potion.

"Take this and heal your wounds properly, Ulyian."

Ulyian's eyes turned bloodshot, and he abruptly looked up in the direction from which the potion had come, growling, "Diaz!"

Behind the area gradually being obscured by the white mist, a tall and imposing figure was emitting bursts of sneer. Then, under Ulyian's fiery gaze, the figure disappeared with a loud laugh.

"Ulyian, that idiot piece of trash! Hahaha."

Within the Aqueduct Ruins, surrounded by a group of Black Robe Wizard from the Wizard Heart Hall, a burly man with a pale face covered in sharp spikes put away the crystal ball in his hand and let out a hearty laugh.

The laughter carried far and wide, attracting some wandering monsters, but before they could get close, they were blasted into dust by spells quickly summoned by the wizards of the Wizard Heart Hall around them.

The man, whose face was covered in nails and whose appearance was both strange and fierce, continued to laugh, laughing until tears were almost streaming down his face.

The laughter only stopped when a large swarm of Black Bat flapped their wings and flew back quickly from afar, landing in the hands of a Level Five Wizard from the Wizard Heart Hall. The wizard quickly walked to the man with the nails and whispered a few words.

"Spirit Lake Wizard? And from the Deep Sea School at that?"

After hearing the report from his wizard subordinate, the bald-headed Diaz with his nail-studded face immediately showed a strange expression.

"What a coincidence!"

His eyes gleamed, and he reached out and rubbed his chin hard. After a moment, he said with a sinister grin, "Let's go take a look."

Let's see if it's the same group of people.

"Yes."

"Tick-tock—tick-tock—"

Water dripping from the damp rock crevices gently falls into the murky puddles, splashing out tiny droplets.

The sound of a group of footsteps approached from afar, and the light emanating from the staffs or magical implements held by each person dispelled the corruption and darkness in the waterway.

"This so-called Lost Land, the Ancient Waterway ruins, doesn't look as terrifying as the rumors say."

In the group, a handsome young wizard in Dark Blue Magic Robe let out a forced, relaxed laugh, trying to break the slightly somber atmosphere.

People around them echoed the sentiment, and some even deliberately sang loudly to show that they were not afraid or nervous at all.

This group of people all looked quite young, and each of them was at least at the late stage of level four, so they certainly had reason to be proud.

Only the two older blue-robed wizards, whose strength was at level five, couldn't help but frown at the group's deliberate joking and banter. However, when their eyes fell on the handsome young man with short, blue-gold gradient hair who was firmly surrounded by everyone in the center of the group, and the smile on his lips, the words of advice that were about to come out of their mouths turned into helpless words and were covered up by shaking their heads.

"Alright."

Perhaps noticing the expressions of the two Level Five Wizards, the handsome young man with short, blue-gold gradient hair became slightly serious and said solemnly, "Stop fooling around. This is not Spirit Lake after all. Everyone, be on your guard and stay alert."

The noise in the group gradually subsided.

But soon, someone started muttering to themselves.

"That damned Damien, he hasn't replied to any of our messages. Does he know we're planning to use the guise of providing aid to disqualify him from participating in the Stone of Destiny Trial?"

"It's also possible he's already dead in this waterway, after all, he came in alone and only has level four strength."

"That would be terrible. Damien, a nobody, can die anywhere, but if our Misha loses the Crown of Deep Knowledge because of him, his soul should be imprisoned in the Deep Sea forever."

Upon hearing this, Misha frowned slightly, clearly also worried about this possibility.

Thinking of this, Misha couldn't help but take out a blue pebble, crush it quickly in her hand, and then it transformed into a light blue dove that darted away and disappeared in an instant.

Prior to this, he had tried to contact Damien had already entered the waterway, no less than three times using this method.

Just as Misha sent out the communication device, a deep voice inquired in her ear.

"Speaking of which, Misha."

A mature-looking Level Five Wizard squinted and slowly said, "I'm really curious, how exactly did you lose to Ronan Damien in the final selection of the Son of the Deep Sea?"

As far as I know, he and you seem to have signed Soul Contract of absolute loyalty and obedience, right?

As the question was asked, pairs of equally curious eyes turned to look.

Misha's eye twitched slightly. He couldn't very well explain to others that he had asked Ronan Damien to launch his strongest attack on him, and that the other party just happened to be terrifyingly powerful, possessing the combat strength to crush an ordinary level five being head-on, could he?

"Shut up, Ma Long."

Misha said coldly, "I invited you to join the team because I value your experience and strength, not your useless and damned curiosity."

When the Level Five Wizard named Ma Long heard Misha's answer, he wasn't angry. He just smiled and then obediently shut his mouth.

Just as the atmosphere in the team became slightly awkward, a series of violent whooshing sounds suddenly rang out from all directions of the waterway, accompanied by a series of cold and powerful spiritual forces.

In an instant, everyone in the group's expression changed drastically. When a bald man with black nails all over his face and a ferocious look appeared, accompanied by a group of ghostly figures in black robes, someone exclaimed in a distorted voice, "The Wizard Heart Hall?!"

In an instant, the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere in the group was completely swept away, leaving only a heavy and oppressive feeling that was crushed and covered by the rolling, gloomy and eerie aura.

Misha's eyes showed panic, but remembering that he was the leader of the team, he quickly regained his composure, stepped forward, and questioned, "What are you trying to do?"

I heard how they addressed you.

Diaz touched his bald head and slowly said, "You are Misha?"

"So what if it is?"

"How many Misha are there in your Spirit Lake Deep Sea?"

Misha was taken aback, then chuckled and said, "Nonsense, of course there's only one."

That's me.

Misha stepped forward, as if she were a protagonist born with some kind of aura, and proudly declared, "Misha Tirions!"

"Then that's it."

A slow smile spread across Diaz's face. "You're the one I've been looking for."

Misha was stunned. Before he could react, his pupils contracted sharply, and a dense, surging blackness rapidly magnified in his eyes. "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sounds of clashing spells and explosions were deafening, energy surged, and screams echoed continuously.

The entire battle lasted for less than the time it takes to use an hourglass.

When everything calmed down, the wizards dressed in Dark Blue Magic Robe from the Deep Sea Spirit Lake were lying sprawled on the ground, their faces filled with immense terror and pain, like a group of small animals caught in a hunter's trap, filled with fear and unease.

"Giggle giggle—"

A thin, wiry young man was being tightly gripped by a strong, large hand, his body suspended in mid-air. His handsome face turned purplish-red from suffocation, and strange squeezing sounds kept coming from the bottom of his throat.

Too weak.

Diaz gripped Misha's neck with one hand, his tongue, as thin as a snake's, licking his lips as he slowly shook his head. "You're practically trash. You call yourself level five? I really don't know how that idiot Ulyian managed to have his arm cut off by a piece of trash like you."

Misha stared wide-eyed, struggling as if trying to explain something.

Diaz quickly figured it all out himself. He tilted his head and muttered to himself, "Looks like Ulyian was completely played... That idiot, even with his arm broken, he didn't even know the other party's true identity. Next time we meet, we'll have something to laugh at him for."

Diaz revealed a chilling smile, then casually tossed Misha aside as if she were a piece of useless trash.

Without even glancing at the person at his feet, he gave a curt greeting and, leading a group of wizards from the Wizard Heart Hall, disappeared into the surrounding shadows.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Misha knelt on the ground, supporting herself with one hand while panting heavily with the other.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

Humiliation, shame, confusion, and a deep sense of fear.

It was like a poisonous vine, tightly binding his heart at that moment.

When has he ever experienced anything like this in his life?!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all!"

Misha let out a low, beast-like growl, venting his emotions on the ground.

After a long while, he calmed down a little and slowly got up from the ground.

At this moment, Misha's face was terribly gloomy. When he looked around at his many injured subordinates on the field, his face became even more gloomy.

"Where are Ma Long and the others?"

"As soon as the battle began, they... they ran away!"

"Hiss--"

Misha took a deep breath, her hands clenched into fists as she hung down.

He closed his eyes, silently reciting the prophetic words that had sustained him all the way—"I am Misha, and my name is destined to resound across the land beyond the Spirit Lake!" Finally, his anger subsided.

Misha calmed down, organized her thoughts, and quickly issued various instructions, managing to barely get the team back together.

Both Level Five Wizard had been invited to help had fled because of a group of wizards from the Wizard Heart Hall who appeared out of nowhere and for unknown reasons, leaving behind a group of demoralized and useless "useless" subordinates. Misha was extremely annoyed and was considering his next move.

Finally, good news has arrived.

"Misha!"

The wizard in charge of reconnaissance in the team ran up with a look of surprise and reported the situation, "I encountered wizards from the Netherlight Society! They were led by a level 5 wizard."

I gave them your name and explained the situation, and they very readily offered to come and see if they could help in any way.

"Real?!"

Misha's eyes lit up, her expression brightened, and she suddenly stood up from the rock where she was resting.

"The Netherlight Society... I think I've heard of this organization before."

Misha perked up and asked, "Where are they now? Take me there."

"No need, we're already here."

Misha had barely finished speaking when she heard a gloomy voice respond.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, one could see wizards, their robes adorned with crystals on their shoulders, emerging from the darkness like smoke and mist.

The leader was a middle-aged man who looked very shrewd and exuded a deep and obscure level-five aura.

As soon as he appeared, his gaze fell on Misha's face, his eyes filled with some indescribable meaning.

"You are Misha?"

The man spoke.

Misha nodded. "Yes."

How many Misha are there in total at Spirit Lake?

Misha was taken aback, feeling as if she had heard this question somewhere before.

"Of course there's only one."

Misha suppressed her discomfort at being questioned and answered with a frown.

"Then that's it."

The middle-aged man nodded, then casually made a gesture. Immediately afterward, a group of wizards from the Netherlight Society behind him, their eyes flashing with ferocity, quickly surrounded him, assuming fighting stances.

At the same time, he raised his hand and summoned a spell, which he hurled directly at Misha's face.

"Boom!"

Caught off guard, Misha barely managed to block the opponent's spell, both shocked and furious. "What are you doing?!"

"Do what?"

The Level Five Wizard of the Netherlight Society sneered as he cast a spell, "I'm beating up a bastard like you who's been swindling people out of the Tirions Family name!"

"Bang!"

Misha's low growl, filled with shock and anger, was instantly drowned out by the surging tide of magical energy. It's the end of the month, aren't you going to clear the tickets?

Just toss a few unwanted monthly passes to poor Dog Egg, boohoo (kowtows! bang bang bang!)