Gnome Wizards

"Hmmhmhmhm..."

Just as Reilo was deep in thought, a long, wild laugh rang out from the mountains. A gnome had been watching them in secret for a long time.

The low bushes along the way snapped one after another.

Amid rumbling footsteps, a green giant seven or eight meters tall approached the gates of the Garu Tribe, a giant rattlesnake coiled around his body and letting out a chilling "squeak, squeak, squeak" with every step.

"It's the Troll King!"

A barbarian warrior with years of hunting experience recognized the green giant.

Even the Barbarians, renowned for their size and strength, seemed pitifully small before him.

A short human, barely over a meter tall, stood on the green giant's shoulder. Looking down at the fearful Barbarians, he wore a smug smile.

He was naturally short and enjoyed the feeling of being looked up to.

Reilo held the Mithril Dust Seal in his left hand out of habit and looked at the unwelcome visitor. Unlike before, he could now keenly sense the "otherworldly" aura of a Witcher within him.

When Superhumans descended, neither native creatures of the Star Curtain World nor otherworldly beings with an alien nature like Witchers could serve as vessels. Only ordinary humans who had begun adapting to this world's natural laws, and scholars whose aura had been tempered by them, were the perfect vessels the Superhumans craved.

The Barbarians of the Garu Tribe, who had just fought a battle, were on high alert.

After gloating, the gnome wizard looked down at the hidden scholar.

"Hmmhmhmhm, you..."

An unremarkable figure, with the bizarre Sun and Moon Eyes!

The gnome wizard's arrogant, mocking expression stiffened. In an instant, he seemed to be standing in a brutal world of fire and spirits. Everything around him blazed, and countless vengeful spirits wailed.