Disaster, Held Back

"Alright, Linley, put away your Coiling Dragon Ring."

"Okay, big brother!"

Linley left excitedly.

Even his brother Moke thought the ring was pretty good, which made little Linley quite happy.

Dinner.

Besides rice and vegetables, there was also some venison left over from yesterday.

Little Wharton, Linley, and Moke all ate until their mouths glistened with grease.

Moke was now a Fifth-Level Warrior, and his appetite was greater than that of an average adult.

This secretly shocked Hogg, who attributed it to Moke's exceptional talent.

"Father, can I become a mage?" Linley suddenly asked at the dinner table.

"A mage?"

Hogg smiled. "Linley, you must understand that mages are very rare. Usually, only one person out of ten thousand meets the requirements."

"Huh? Mages are that rare?"

Linley was somewhat surprised, but he still said, "But mages are amazing!"

His eyes shone as he described yesterday's scene. "That mage could tame such a powerful Velociraptor, and the magic he cast easily killed those powerful mercenaries!"

"If I become a mage, I should have hope of recovering the heirloom treasure of my Baruch Clan!"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing Linley say this, Hogg was very pleased.

Though Moke and Linley were still young, they were both very sensible.

He had only mentioned it once, yet both sons had firmly remembered it.

Linley's words also stirred Hogg's heart.

Linley and Moke's bloodline concentrations were both insufficient, so they could not become Dragonblood Warriors.

But if they became mages...

"Alright, Linley. Since you want to give it a try, go to the royal capital, Fenlai City, in late autumn this year."

After thinking for a moment, Hogg nodded with a smile. "Every late autumn, all the major magic academies hold entrance tests in Fenlai City. If you pass, you'll have a chance to become mages."

"Oh, great!"

Seeing that Hogg had agreed, Linley immediately cheered in delight.

"Yeah, yeah! Go, big brother!" Little Wharton clenched his fist toward Linley as well.

Wharton was already five and a half years old this year.

"Moke, what about you? Do you want to give it a try?" Hogg turned to look at his eldest son.

Moke nodded. "Father, I also want to go with my little brother and try!"

"That's right, Father. Big brother is so amazing—he'll definitely have a chance to become a mage!"

Linley hurriedly nodded along.

In Linley's mind, his brother was far more formidable than he was now!

If anyone had a better chance of becoming a mage, it was his brother Moke!

"Haha, good. Then in late autumn, I'll have your Uncle Hillman take you to Fenlai City." Hogg laughed happily. "I also want to see whether my sons have a chance to become noble mages."

Seeing how happy Hogg was, Moke felt very glad as well.

Father, if you knew that I'm already a Fifth-Level Mage, and that Linley will become a Second-Level Mage when he enrolls, would you be so happy you couldn't sleep?

Moke muttered to himself inwardly, then suddenly asked, "By the way, Father, how is the matter of having the residents build bunkers in their homes going?"

Hogg smiled. "That? I've already given the orders."

"It isn't the busy farming season right now, so the residents all have time. Besides, almost every adult man is a First-Level Warrior. It should be finished in less than two days."

"Whew!"

Moke secretly let out a sigh of relief, then smiled and nodded. "Then if the residents of Wushan Town encounter experts fighting again, they'll be much safer."

"Yes."

Hogg smiled as well.

But he did not think Wushan Town would be unlucky enough to encounter two battles between Advanced Warriors in such a short span of time. This was merely a precautionary measure.

"The higher the level, the harder it is to break through." Moke sat cross-legged on his bed as Holy Dragon Battle Qi surged endlessly through his body, producing sounds like muffled thunder.

After some time, everything fell silent, and Moke opened his eyes.

It had taken him only a year and a half to raise his Holy Dragon Battle Qi from the level of a Second-Level Warrior to that of a Fifth-Level Warrior. His progress was certainly not slow.

But Moke estimated that breaking through from a Fifth-Level Warrior to a Sixth-Level Warrior would take at least another year and a half, perhaps even longer.

"Too slow, too slow!" Moke shook his head slightly.

"According to the original plot, after Father sends us into the Ernst Institute, he'll begin investigating the truth behind Mother's death."

Moke pondered. "At that time, Father will come into contact with Duke Patterson. But behind Duke Patterson stand the King of Fenlai and the Radiant Church, one of the most powerful forces on the entire Yulan Continent!"

"Those people are all the culprits!" A fierce light appeared in Moke's eyes.

"And with my current strength, let alone the Radiant Church, it would be difficult even to kill the King of Fenlai!"

Moke had always felt a sense of urgency and wanted to raise his strength as quickly as possible.

Rumble!

As he was thinking, an earth-shaking boom suddenly came from outside.

And judging by the sound, it had come from the sky.

"They're here!"

Moke darted out of the room, knowing that the two Saint Realm experts were battling high in the air.

"Big brother, big brother!" The booming sounds in the sky frightened little Wharton awake. He ran out crying, his bare feet exposed.

"Wharton, it's alright. Big brother is here."

Moke picked Wharton up and comforted him softly.

At that moment, old Steward Hiri arrived as well.

"Grandpa Hiri, leave this to me. Go protect my little brother."

"Yes, Young Master."

Hiri, with his stubbly nose, nodded. "Young Master Moke, you should enter the bunker first."

"Alright, Grandpa Hiri. Don't worry." Moke nodded.

Hiri looked up at the sky and saw a massive Black Dragon circling overhead. Its wingspan stretched nearly a hundred meters, radiating terrifying pressure.

A black-robed man stood atop the Black Dragon's head. He was likely a mage.

Opposite the man and dragon stood a middle-aged man in green robes.

Wushan Town is encountering experts fighting again? The steward sighed inwardly.

They were far too unlucky.

As he pondered, he quickly left Baruch Mansion and headed east.

Linley was training over there.

At that moment, the two Saint Realm experts in the sky clashed once more.

Rudy, the Saint Realm earth-element mage, directly cast a forbidden spell!

Earth-element forbidden spell—Meteor Fall!

In an instant, countless meteors the size of houses appeared above the green-robed middle-aged man, then came crashing down toward him.

The sight turned the residents of Wushan Town below pale with terror!

If those meteors fell...

What they feared most came to pass!

The meteors hurtling toward the green-robed man were shattered by his sword, transforming into countless basketball-sized rocks that rained down in dense waves.

And a considerable portion of them was falling directly toward Wushan Town!

From such a height, if they struck someone, an ordinary person would certainly be killed!

Even houses would find it hard to withstand them and would be smashed straight through!

"Get into the bunkers!"

Countless people shouted and screamed!

Fortunately, a few days ago, Lord Hogg, the lord of Wushan Town, had ordered every resident to build bunkers!

At this moment, countless people rushed madly toward the bunkers, using them to resist the meteors falling from the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless meteors fell, house after house collapsed, and Wushan Town instantly became a field of ruins!

But fortunately, more than ninety percent of the people had entered the bunkers built in advance!

The disaster had been held back by the bunkers.