The magic carriage drove straight away from the area.
When the First-Class Wizard Apprentices saw that the magic carriage carrying Locke ignored them and left directly, they grew anxious. Their pupils suddenly contracted. Having been struck by a severe curse, they knew that their only chance of survival lay with Locke inside that magic carriage.
They were all Wizard Apprentices. In this remote mortal country, they could not come into contact with any processed magic resources, and as First-Class Wizard Apprentices, they naturally did not have much ability to process magic resources that were still raw materials.
Or rather, their processing efficiency was painfully low.
Their only chance was to ask the Formal Wizard in the carriage who had happened to pass through this mortal country.
Although they did not know what rank or identity the Formal Wizard inside the magic carriage had.
The five First-Class Wizard Apprentices chased after the magic carriage carrying Locke in terror.
"Sir, please save us. We are students of Arnos Academy, a high-level academy under Little Rest Mountain. We were attacked by a Black Wizard and cursed by him. We..."
In the next moment, all five suddenly froze. Their shadows fell on the ground, and five skeleton undead crawled out of them.
The skeleton undead exhaled a stream of undead aura. The five First-Class Wizard Apprentices immediately stood motionless, as if their bodies had become rigid. The vitality in their pupils rapidly faded, and the five skeletons walked toward them.
A moment later, the skeleton undead seemed to have put on clothes, transforming into five low-level liches dressed in Wizard Robes. The white Wizard Robes on their bodies quickly turned black.
The five liches wandered around for a while before floating toward the nearest major city in this mortal country.
Not far away, inside