Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree

The number of undead is increasing, from hundreds to thousands, from thousands to tens of thousands, they surge like a tide toward the frontline of the Molten Spirit, shredding any living thing into pieces.

Vera’s thorn vines crazily pour out from the space rift, covering the sky, enveloping half the battle line.

On the dark green vines, pale golden flowers bloom, with liquid light flowing from the stamens, ensnaring, trapping, and devouring large swathes of Molten Spirits.

Where the vines pass, the frontline of the Molten Spirits’ army is like a field inundated by a flood, completely unresisting.

The Molten Spirits’ army on this line begins to retreat, the frontline Magma Giants are already dead, the rear line of Flame Warriors suffers heavy casualties under the combined assault of Sand Blade and undead, the wings of Magma Hunters are completely devoured by the thorn vines, and the Flame Priests in the rear exert all efforts to cast fire rain trying to stop the rout, but the effect of the fire rain is almost ineffective as an obstacle to Duke and the others.

The Molten Spirits’ army begins to fall into chaos, trampling, crowding, with dark red blood mixed with magma merging on the ash-gray volcanic ash earth into dark red rivers.

Rex’s voice comes from beside the ear.

"Duke, you guys did well. This line has broken through, reducing the pressure on other battle zones." Duke says nothing, Leon under the tower takes deep breaths, yet couldn’t help but slightly raise the corner of his mouth.

"But," Rex continues, "don’t pursue, never chase desperate foes. Though the Molten Spirits on your frontline are defeated, their Level 4 Flame Lord is still watching on the high platform. Pursuing further would entail great risk, stop, hold on, and regroup. Let the Slave Creatures rush in through your breakthrough point."

Duke and the others also understand, this line is just a corner of the entire war.

It looks like a breakthrough point has formed here, the enemy troops are retreating.

But if they continue to pursue deep, they could easily be surrounded by enemy troops, risking being attacked from all sides then.

For the Wizards, their lives are the most important, so Duke and the others cannot continue chasing, they must stay prudent.

But those Slave Creatures need not be so careful with their lives, since this line has created a breakthrough, naturally they must maximize the advantage.

A large number of Slave Creatures chase forward from here, directly penetrating the enemy’s formation, creating chaos, providing opportunities and reducing pressure on other parts of the battlefield.

Of course, those Slave Creatures rushing in would naturally suffer heavy casualties, facing sieges by large forces of Molten Spirits, it’s hard for them to return alive.

But in the eyes of commanders like Ares and Rex, these Slave Creatures are meant to die, fulfilling their strategic objective just by dying, merely cannon fodder.

This war lasted for two days, the Molten Spirits’ forces could no longer hold on, retreating to beyond the Red Ridge Mountains.

As for the fortress cities at the foot of the Red Ridge Mountains, they naturally were abandoned.

Duke had already spotted this sign early, having long since explored the frontlines’ edge with Vera and the others.

Once the order from Rex came down, he immediately led his Slave Creature Legion towards those fortress cities at the mountain’s foot.

At moments like these, speed is everything, quick hands have, slow hands miss.

Through two days and two nights of fierce battle, his sight never left the direction of the Red Ridge Mountains.

The retreat of the Molten Spirits was not a sudden rout but an orderly withdrawal, hence there had been signs all along.

When Rex’s order arrived through the emblem, the rear troops of the Molten Spirits had already withdrawn to the foot of the Red Ridge Mountains.

Upon receiving the message, Duke’s figure disintegrated mid-air, transforming into countless earth-yellow light spots, dissipating in the dark red twilight.

After Earth Element Transformation, he completely turned himself into Earth Elemental Particles, merging into this ash-gray volcanic ash earth, traversing towards the Red Ridge Mountains at speeds far surpassing ordinary Wizards.

The fortress cities at the foot of the mountains were the last footholds of the Molten Spirits east of the Red Ridge Mountains.

The city’s scale was larger than the furnace clusters they had seen before, obsidian city walls still stood tens of meters high, with dense rune patterns engraved on the surface.

The city gates were wide open, the Molten Spirits’ army was rushing out of the city, the formations sparse, steps hurried.

Duke condensed his form from the sand mist, landing in the central plaza of the city.

The plaza’s scale was much larger than he had anticipated, the ground paved with whole slabs of obsidian, each slab carved with the Molten Spirits’ totems.

Surrounding the plaza were tall buildings, some resembling palaces, others like warehouses and altars.

Both sides of the street piled with cargo boxes and special metal barrels, some already opened, their contents scattered on the ground, obviously unreachable or deliberately abandoned during the retreat.

Duke quickly headed towards the nearest tall stone hall, the hall doors half ajar, emblazoned with the crest of the Molten Spirits.

He pushed open the door, the hall dark, with only the faintly glowing runes on the walls.

Inside, it was actually a warehouse, with wooden boxes and shelves stacked from the ground to the dome casting huge shadows in the dim light.

Duke went to the nearest magic metal box, pried open the special lock with his spiritual power, and the contents inside presented themselves.

Fist-sized, dark red, with intricate golden patterns on the surface, Level 3 Elemental Crystals, a full box, at least ten pieces.

He quickened his pace, storing all the Elemental Crystals from the box into his space ring, then began searching other areas.

Soon he found a batch of Level 2 Elemental Crystals, along with various exotic materials.

Deep in the warehouse, Duke discovered a row of huge metal boxes, the boxes made of sturdy material, engraved with sealing runes on the surface.

After some efforts, Duke opened the box and found it filled with ores.

Magic metal ores, extremely high purity, almost usable directly without refining.

The quantity of ores measured in tons.

Duke stored the ores in his space ring and continued exploring the depths of the warehouse.

Stacks of magic metal ores filled the warehouse, this place seemed dedicated to storage.

This kind of magic metal was a specialty of the Molten Spirits of the Red Ridge Mountains, Flame Pattern Gold, a high-purity magic metal that can only condense at the depths of volcanic craters, significantly amplifying fire attribute magic, and extremely valuable.

Just those Level 3 Elemental Crystals alone could fetch astronomical prices at the auctions in the Central Islands.

As for those Flame Pattern Gold, they were precisely the high-quality offerings urgently needed by Duke’s Giant Divine Soldier, also the materials necessary for enhancing Yellow Sand Crystal.

Duke roughly counted, the entire warehouse held over six thousand tons of Flame Pattern Gold.

If it were an ordinary Wizard, they might not have a good way to store these Flame Pattern Gold.

Because magic metal ores can typically be directly stored in space-type Witchcraft Artifacts, but refined magic metal blocks usually cannot be stored with ordinary space rings, due to properties that repel ordinary space equipment, requiring special space equipment.

The Molten Spirits naturally did not lack ordinary space-type storage equipment, it’s definitely because they did not have a good way to take away this Flame Pattern Gold that they were forced to leave it here.

If not, they would surely be reluctant to abandon this Flame Pattern Gold, as these are strategic resources.

As for destroying this Flame Pattern Gold, it’s clearly not something achievable in short time, after all, this is magic metal, not easily destroyed by ordinary methods.

Duke is quite familiar with this situation, it’s not his first time encountering it, he directly stored all the refined over six thousand tons of Flame Pattern Gold into the Light God Court.

After exiting the warehouse, he saw Vera on the other side of the plaza, the thorns pouring from the space rift breaking open the doors of a building, vines extending inside, sweeping away the materials within.

In the rear, many Wizards arrive belatedly, this war loot division feast has only just begun.

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