When Calia woke from her grievous injuries and unconsciousness, the first person she saw was her teacher, Ye Ting.
Behind Ye Ting, she saw row upon row of ice sculptures.
The enemies from earlier—the undead, every last one of them—had been completely sealed in ice by Ye Ting, unable to move.
"This is to preserve evidence of the nobles colluding with the undead," Ye Ting explained, seemingly noticing the girl's confusion. "Otherwise, I would've just burned them all to ashes."
Ye Ting was telling the truth.
Compared to fire magic, whether death knights, necromancers, or liches, the Scourge were all more proficient in frost magic. Naturally, their resistance to frost was far greater as well. Compared to sealing them in ice, destroying them with fire spells was the more economical method for a mage.
Calia nodded and gave Ye Ting an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry, Brother Sandor. I disappointed you just now."
"What's wrong?"
"I was too careless. I underestimated a death knight's spells. I clearly could have avoided being so humiliated..."
Seeing the ashamed expression on the girl's face, Ye Ting smiled.
"What are you thinking? Don't always try to take all the blame on yourself." He tapped the girl on the forehead and comforted her. "Didn't I say so from the start? You didn't need to defeat him. You only needed to hold him off. I never expected you to defeat a fully developed death knight already. At your current level, lasting for a while counts as a victory. From that perspective, you already won."
"But..." Even after hearing Ye Ting's words, Calia was still somewhat unwilling to accept it. "But I clearly had a chance to win."
"No, you didn't." Ye Ting shook his head solemnly.
"Why?" the girl asked in confusion. "The gap between us in