Charles's gaze swept lightly over the others, assessing the first-class wizard apprentices here by their appearance.
Every first-class wizard apprentice seemed thoroughly prepared.
They all had various wizard tools and equipment. Whatever their quality, at least they had complete sets.
Everyone stood scattered about, with virtually no one forming teams.
Charles had learned some information about the Trial Plane from Loran.
The Trial Plane was a plane jointly owned by Isata and several other wizard academies.
The plane's energy level was not high, but its area was vast.
Each first-class wizard apprentice participating in the trial would be randomly teleported to different locations throughout the plane.
The Trial Plane had all kinds of terrain: deserts, forests, oceans, mountain ranges, swamps, and more.
Any alliance formed before entering the Trial Plane was meaningless.
After entering, however, they could look for opportunities to form alliances.
The missions in each Trial Plane trial varied. Sometimes, Mind-Focusing Potions were awarded based on the number of people killed.
Some required them to search the Trial Plane for certain tokens.
Others simply involved opening treasure chests, which contained Mind-Focusing Potions.
The trial content varied, but its core was always the same.
It was for slaughter, like raising venomous insects in a jar.
Charles could not quite understand why they did this. Did the academy think there were too many wizards?
Or was it because, just like raising venomous insects in a jar, the deaths of others would become nourishment for those advancing into Rank 1 Wizards?
Charles's mind was running wild with thoughts.
The front suddenly fell silent, like a teacher abruptly entering a noisy classroom.
Charles raised his head and looked ahead. A group of warriors in heavy armor had entered.
One glance was enough to make it feel as though a bloody battlefield were