Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 1450: Three heads and six arms sweep thousands of tr

After learning this intelligence, Levi contacted the Mind Flayers, who said he would investigate further.

A few days later,

An exciting piece of news ca from the Mind Flayers.

First, the Blood Banquet Dharma King had indeed defected.

Second, seven days later, the Green Demon King, the Fla Demon King, the Deer Head Sage, and several other level six experts who had defected to the demon race, would be holding a banquet in the neighboring Mo’er Province.

According to the Mind Flayers’ knowledge, the Blood Banquet Dharma King might attend the banquet.

If the Blood Banquet Dharma King’s appearance at the banquet is confird, Levi would be able to act.

Levi asked the Mind Flayers to discreetly inquire from the Green Demon King whether the Blood Banquet Dharma King had any duplicative tricks, such as duplication.

If the Dharma King had left a level six duplication inside the Blood Temple, his plan would fail.

In any case, below level six is manageable, but above that, he really couldn’t provoke them.

While waiting for news from the Mind Flayers, Levi started heading toward the Blood-colored Mountain Range.

The Blood-colored Mountain Range stretches for thousands of miles and is very vast;

he temporarily hid there, facilitating his forthcoming actions.

Before acting, he also needed to clear up the surrounding environnt to see if there were any other variables, to facilitate his escape after achieving his goal.

In any case, the riskiness of this operation surpassed that in Ron City.

Three days later,

Levi reached the edge of the Blood-colored Mountain Range.

He was now thousands of miles away from the Blood Temple, yet that feeling of imnse danger lingered.

This made it evident that the Blood Banquet Dharma King was indeed inside the temple.

He didn’t dare get closer, although the perceptual range of a sixth-level wizard wouldn’t reach that far. Nonetheless, it was still better to be cautious.

He burrowed underground, set up a concealnt array, and, using Hermit Rune, hid there waiting for news from the Mind Flayers.

...

The Holy Fire Plateau.

Inside the Sky Fire Fortress.

Roman was engaged in secluded cultivation.

His subordinate’s urgent communication went off.

He left his retreat, and a figure hurriedly approached, bowing, then spoke with a panicked expression:

"Lord Roman, we have discovered nurous tracks of the Athyst Race in the Million Mountains. My subordinates suspect that the Athyst Race has mobilized en masse and has started to target the wizards."

Roman furrowed his brows and said,

"Being part of the Nine Cities Alliance, flustered and exasperated is unbefitting. Have you confird, are these folks from the Athyst Race here to attack us or the White Robe Wizard Association?"

The subordinate said,

"Judging by their direction, it should be us..."

Roman asked,

"Are there any level six Athysts?"

The subordinate shook his head:

"None observed so far, all are level five Athyst Race mbers."

Roman waved his hand, signaling the subordinate to leave.

"The Athyst Race dares to attack our Nine Cities Alliance, they must have the backing of a level six. It seems Beske Taylor was right, there wasn’t a level six existence in the Athyst Race before, they must have recently advanced... In that case, use this opportunity to annihilate the Athyst Race in one fell swoop."

Over sixty years of developnt, the Nine Cities Alliance has also birthed many Fifth-Circle Wizards. rely with the number of Fifth-Circle Wizards, they could crush the Athyst Race.

Moreover, they have nearly a thousand Fourth-Circle Wizards, and almost all possess senior Fourth-Circle strength or higher.

In addition, equipped with war treasures like the Sky Fire Fortress, the actions of the Athyst Race this ti are like moths to a fla.

No matter how strong individual power is, it’s useless against absolute nurical superiority.

This is the reason the Athyst civilization never dares to provoke wizard civilization outside of the ancient towers.

"However, although the Athyst Race is nothing to worry about, the developnt of the White Robe Wizard Association over such a long period must not be underestimated;

we need to be cautious of those nomadic wizards that might seize the opportunity to strike while the iron is hot and kick us while we’re down."

Roman called Beske Taylor and other leaders together and started a full-scale city defense.

Everyone learned about the Athyst Race’s attack not with much panic but with eagerness to engage.

The Sky Fire Fortress had withstood a sea beast tide of thousands previously;

could a few dozen Athyst Race mbers possibly turn the tide?

Contrarily, everyone was very interested in the "athysts" left behind by the deceased of the Athyst Race.

Beyond this, the insides of the Athysts often stored a lot of undigested ores along with their spoils of war.

After their defeat, these could all be looted, representing a hefty harvest.

...

In the blink of an eye,

Several days passed.

Mo’er Province.

Inside a city enveloped in gunpowder smoke.

The Green Demon King, the Fla Demon King, the Deer Head Sage, and a total of six level six experts were waiting and chatting casually.

Suddenly, a cloud of blood that covered miles of sky appeared in the distance and leisurely floated over. noveℓ

The blood cloud dimly ford into the terrifying shape of a skull, looking quite dreadful.

The Green Demon King laughed and said,

"Our friend is here, let’s all stand and welco him. The renowned Blood Banquet Dharma King, I presu you all know him."

The blood cloud descended from the sky and landed within the city, transforming into a middle-aged Dharma King donned in a black robe, with a ruddy complexion and unusually Crimson lips.

He was the Blood Banquet Dharma King, a legitimate level six expert.

The Blood Banquet Dharma King chuckled and said,

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. I was delayed because I went to invite another ally."

After finishing, he clapped his hands and said aloud,

"Let us welco Thunderbolt Supre Mage Nurezz, the Left Hand of the Magic God..."

The faces of the Green Demon King and others slightly changed.

Purple lightning tore through the skies, illuminating the demonically obscured sky do.

Then, a figure with an imposing presence and flashing lightning landed next to the Blood Banquet Dharma King.

He was dressed in a purple lightning robe, with an arrogant deanor. Among the level six experts present, his aura was second to none.