Oren's Senior

"This is truly a good thing!

Zabir Magic Gold has superior performance and a wide range of uses; it can be considered a specialized category in itself.

Gaining its knowledge and abilities out of thin air would save so much effort in learning and research!

But where did it come from?"

Roy, surprised, felt a surge of doubt and couldn't help but cast his gaze back to the item in his hand.

"Could this be the culprit?"

"I don't know if this thing grew from radiation pollution or is a Demonized Organ from Chalk Country, be very careful."

The others, watching him stare blankly, quickly reminded him.

The eye clearly wasn't something a normal creature could produce; just the aura it emitted was a bit creepy.

Roy waved his hand, "I'm fine."

He had learned about things like Demonized Organs in his general knowledge class.

Whether refined into Enchanted Items or used for other purposes, they had considerable value.

After looking at it for a while, he wrapped it with the hemostatic paste he carried with him. This would temporarily preserve it and prevent it from decaying too quickly.

Pity, it would be much more convenient if I had a storage Arcane Artifact...

A thought flashed through Roy's mind, and he commanded, "This place is not suitable for lingering. We'll study it slowly after we get back."

Before leaving, Roy briefly investigated the Merman Lord and the Merman corpses around them.

Most of them were injured.

"Even the Lord had several ribs broken; it must have been the work of a Giant.

It seems we really struck gold, taking advantage of their mutual destruction to take them down in one fell swoop."

As he spoke, his hair extended like iron thorns, piercing the heart wounds and inhaling deeply.

After being infused with life energy, his hair seemed to become much tougher again.

Not long after, everyone emerged from the mountain hollow, leaving the dangerous situation where they could be attacked from both sides.

Then, after a few more hours, they gradually reached the edge of the Great Wind Land Hills, preparing to find a place to spend the night.

It was getting late, and everyone was tired; they needed to find a place to rest.

"Sailen, check if there's any danger above," Roy said, looking at the surrounding terrain and pointing to a small peak ahead.

The terrain here was quite steep, making it difficult for many Magical Beasts or monsters to climb, but it was no problem for their team of Intermediate Knights.

He planned to find a place for the team to spend the night.

Sailen nodded, released a bird puppet to scout for a while, and concluded, "No problem."

"Good," Roy said. "Everyone hide the Necromancer Warhorses and climb up there."

Soon after, everyone successfully reached the small peak Roy had mentioned.

From here, they could attack or retreat, giving them a clear view of the surrounding area while also being a good place to shelter from the wind, rain, and monsters for the night.

"We really hit the jackpot this time, getting several Fish Pearls just like this!"

"Scavenging is so satisfying!"

They briefly calculated the benefits they could exchange and couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Including the Merman Lord's share, that's a total of four Fish Pearls, not to mention other miscellaneous items.

However, things like this don't happen all the time. If we encountered a few more Lord-level monsters like that just now, we would have been defeated and wiped out."

Roy remained calm and reminded everyone.

"This is not a safe place either, so don't let your guard down."

Hearing this, everyone's expression turned serious.

They all agreed to listen to him, be more vigilant, and pay attention to their surroundings.

As soon as they finished speaking, Sailen noticed several dark figures moving in the distance and quickly called out a warning.

Roy quickly took out his binoculars and looked. Soon, his expression became grave. "That person is chasing the people ahead?

Wait, is that Olinda?

She and her companions are being chased..."

He hadn't expected to run into an acquaintance here.

Roy saw that Olinda had teamed up with a few Intermediate Apprentices she'd found somewhere nearby to investigate. They all looked quite experienced.

But under the pursuit of the person behind them, they were completely defenseless.

In the blink of an eye, two of them fell.

Olinda turned back, her face anxious, seemingly saying something in plea.

But that person showed no mercy at all. With a wave of his arm, what appeared to be the apprentice-level witchcraft "Acid Splash" erupted.

Even from a considerable distance, Roy felt as if he could hear Olinda's scream.

Her body trembled violently, multiple areas rapidly corroding and dissolving, her skin festering.

Roy hissed, gasping for air.

"This guy is ruthless!"

Recalling his observations and experiences over the past year, he suddenly remembered who that person was.

"Is that Oren? The one rumored to be one of the few elite students remaining in the towers, like Sophia!"

"What, Senior Oren?"

"He specializes in the creation of corrosive and highly toxic substances, and could even be called a Poison Wizard!"

"That senior is not someone to be trifled with!"

The others heard this and their faces also showed surprise.

Elite Apprentice.

In essence, they were still Advanced Apprentices.

But they were the cream of the crop among the advanced.

Their cultivation stage and combat ability far surpassed ordinary Advanced Apprentices by a large margin.

They could be considered to shake the lower three floors of the Wizard Tower. How could Olinda dare to provoke him?

Just as everyone was wondering, Oren approached Olinda with a cruel smile, as if toying with prey, unhurriedly.

Olinda cried out and scratched her face a few times.

As a result, her flesh became bloody and mangled, her eyeballs seemingly unable to stay in their sockets, scattering like the parts of a puppet.

In a short while, blood flowed profusely, and she slumped down.

But just as Roy and Oren thought she was dead.

With a bang, her body exploded, and smoke billowed out.

A figure shot out from within, accelerating towards them.

"Damn it! Why did this guy have to run this way..."

The others also noticed this and felt greatly annoyed.

But sometimes, the thing you feared most was precisely what happened.

Olinda did not notice Roy and the others hiding nearby. As she passed, she went straight through without looking back, fleeing far away.

Oren, however, paused his steps, sensing something. "Who's there, come out!"

"Senior, please don't misunderstand, we just happened to be here!" Roy cursed his luck inwardly and had no choice but to stand up and respond.

"Happened to be here?" Oren sneered, his lips suddenly moving.

"Run!" Roy realized something was wrong and rushed out of their hiding place.

He trampled on rocks and vegetation, slid down a steep slope, and with only a few meters left, he jumped down directly.

The others followed closely, desperately fleeing downwards.

Shortly after, a figure suddenly appeared above.

It was a humanoid puppet formed from damp earth and scattered stones, but its lower body was an abstract form of smoke, exuding the aura of witchcraft energy.

It pursued at an astonishing speed, soon appearing completely within their line of sight.