Disaster Averted

"All right, Linley. Put away that Coiling Dragon Ring."

"Okay, big brother!"

Linley left excitedly.

Even his brother Moke thought the ring was quite nice. That made little Linley secretly happy.

Dinner.

Besides rice and vegetables, there was also leftover venison from yesterday.

Little Wharton, Linley, and Moke all ate until their mouths were greasy.

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

This secretly startled 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 need to understand that mages are extremely 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 so powerful!"

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!"

Hogg was very pleased to hear Linley say that.

Although Moke and Linley were still young, they were very sensible.

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

Linley's words also stirred Hogg's heart.

Neither Linley nor Moke had bloodlines pure enough to become Dragonblood Warriors.

But if they became mages...

"All right, Linley. Since you want to 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, the major magic academies conduct admissions tests in Fenlai City. If you pass, you'll have a chance to become mages."

"Oh, wonderful!"

Seeing Hogg agree, Linley immediately cheered happily.

"Yeah, yeah! Go for it, 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 his eldest son.

Moke nodded. "Father, I want to try with my little brother too!"

"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 eyes, his brother was far more formidable than he was now!

If either of them had a better chance of becoming a mage, it had to be 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 was happy too.

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

Moke muttered inwardly, then suddenly asked, "By the way, Father, how is the matter of having the residents build bunkers at home going?"

Hogg smiled. "I've already given the order."

"It isn't the busy farming season, so the residents all have time. And almost every adult man is a First-Level Warrior. I estimate they'll be finished within two days."

"Phew!"

Moke sighed in relief and nodded with a smile. "Then the residents of Wushan Town will be much safer if they encounter experts fighting again."

"Yes."

Hogg smiled as well.

But he did not believe Wushan Town would be so unlucky as to encounter two battles between Advanced Warriors within such a short time. It was merely a precaution.

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

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

It had taken him 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, once we enter the Ernst Institute, Father will 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 top powers across the entire Yulan Continent!"

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

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

Moke had always felt a sense of urgency and wanted to increase his strength quickly.

Boom!

As he pondered, a heaven-shaking roar suddenly came from outside.

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

"It's here!"

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

"Big brother, big brother!" The thunderous sound in the sky frightened little Wharton out of his sleep. He ran out crying, barefoot.

"Wharton, it's all right. Big brother is here."

Moke picked Wharton up and comforted him softly.

At this moment, Old Hiri, the steward, also rushed over.

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

"All right, Young Master."

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

"All right, Grandpa Hiri. Don't worry." Moke nodded.

Hiri looked up at the sky and saw a gigantic Black Dragon circling overhead. Its wingspan was a full hundred meters, and it radiated terrifying pressure.

A man in black robes stood atop the Black Dragon's head. He should have been a mage.

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

Wushan Town encountered powerful experts fighting again? The steward sighed inwardly.

They were simply too unlucky.

As he thought, 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-style mage, directly unleashed a forbidden spell!

Earth-style forbidden spell—Meteor Fall!

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

The sight directly frightened the residents of Wushan Town below until their faces turned pale!

If those meteors fell...

What they feared came to pass!

The meteors hurtling toward the green-robed man were blasted apart by his sword, turning into countless basketball-sized rocks that fell densely from the sky.

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 have difficulty withstanding them and would be smashed straight through!

"Get into the bunkers!"

Countless people shouted and screamed!

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

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

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless meteors crashed down. 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 stopped by the bunkers.