The Storm Was Merely My Disguise

Outside the city, a five-man Wizard squad looked up at the man above them, a trace of gravity flashing through their eyes.

"No, we can't get close at all."

"There's a Mutated Creature waiting below."

"Damn it, why didn't Formal Wizard Jindeli tell us that they had a way to turn into Mutated Creatures?"

"How could we possibly stand against a Mutated Creature!"

They were merely a group of Third-Level Wizard Apprentices.

Facing a Mutated Creature was like an ant trying to shake a tree. They were no match at all.

The Wizard squad immediately began to think of retreating.

Above them, the burly noble saw their intention to flee and coldly mocked, "Wizards, where is your courage? Where is your pride? You're running away already?"

"Keep fighting! Come fight us!"

Seeing the Mutated Creature looking their way, the five Wizards fled in panic.

The burly noble burst into laughter at the sight. "Trash! Before me, even Wizards are trash! Hahaha!"

In a forest.

A Wizard squad lay hidden within.

They concealed their auras.

The leading Wizard said, "Our target is up ahead. That lord hasn't hidden himself."

"However, there are many Wizards around him carrying inferior-quality potions."

"It seems someone got here before us and alerted the lord of this place."

"Fight or retreat—it's your call."

"Fight." One Wizard in the squad said, "Since we've already come this far, we can't return empty-handed. If we slink away with our tails between our legs, we'll become everyone's laughingstock."

"I don't want the disgraceful record of fleeing in terror from a pack of mortals."

"Still, though I suggest fighting, I agree that we need to proceed cautiously."

"Right."

The group quickly came to an agreement.

Then, they charged toward the nobles in the center from every direction.

One of the Wizards