Whoosh!
Accompanied by a piercing whistle, an arrow skimmed over the two wizards' heads and struck heavily before the Ogre Tribe's bonfire, splashing up a spray of black soil.
Dull hoofbeats came from every direction, and Gan Ning felt as though the entire forest were trembling.
Centaur Knights in leather armor emerged one after another from the night. They seemed not to see the two wizards standing so close by, silently howling as they swept past them and closed in on the small Ogre camp in a disciplined yet seemingly loose formation. The twang of bowstrings rang out without pause, yet not a single Ogre was struck.
This was an expulsion, not a war.
This realization suddenly surfaced in the young wizard's mind—perhaps this wandering Ogre Tribe had trespassed upon the Centaurs' territory and brought this disaster upon themselves. At the same time, arrows fell from the sky one after another, landing precisely around the Ogre priest. The Ogre warriors roared, brandishing enormous clubs as they bravely formed a circle around the priest.
But compared with nearly a hundred Centaur Knights, the Ogre Tribe, with barely more than a dozen warriors, appeared exceptionally weak.
"...But even Wotrey, steadfast as he was, after becoming a top-tier Archwizard and gaining immense Magic Power, was still unable to resist the distortion buried deep within the Demon Flesh. Driven by the instinct to pursue power, he lost himself."
Professor Monteria seemed not to notice the impending tribal conflict. He clasped his hands together, his arms disappearing once more into his broad sleeves, his voice as calm and unruffled as ever. "With him as a comparison, can you now understand how precious our young second-year teaching assistant is?"
Gan Ning remained silent.
When Wotrey had battled the school's wizards, he had been high