This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 155 - 135: Siege

Chapter 155: Chapter 135: Siege

Crack—

A swift bolt of blue Thunder tore through the layers of whirlwind barrier and fiercely struck the figure who was rapidly fleeing within the whirlwind.

Crash— A severed arm was thrown into the air, but was instantly sliced into unusable powder by the Wind Blade in the next moment.

This was a deliberate act by Wizard Resa. After all, reaching the status of a Formal Wizard, he had become even more cautious about dangers. He would rather bear the hefty cost for his limb to regenerate later than let the severed half of his arm fall into enemy hands, becoming an anchor for some sinister witchcraft attacks aimed at him later.

However, at this moment, Resa, with his limb severed, felt an imminent threat of death looming over him. Under this soul-shaking stimulus, Wizard Resa even felt that his long-dormant spiritual power seemed to have changed, apparently improved in quality compared to before.

Using the slight enhancement of his spiritual power and driven by the instinct to survive at this life-or-death moment, Wizard Resa began to further tap into the source of his spiritual power, thus his speed increased once more.

Whoosh—

He darted away, simultaneously widening the distance from the "Heart of the Tower," the Second-level Wizard chasing him.

However, due to the excessive depletion of his spiritual power source, Wizard Resa’s mind felt dizzy and fuzzy, and his spiritual core even started showing faint cracks.

Fortunately, he spotted the distinctly recognizable figure of Helen Wizard, which sparked a glimmer of hope for survival in Wizard Resa’s eyes.

Although he would definitely face retaliation from Helen Wizard afterwards, with the presence of the Greybone Academy’s Contract Book, he would be mostly injured, but his life would be spared!

He opened his mouth, ready to cry for help.

But at that moment, he saw Helen Wizard turn towards him, silently raising a doll in her hand, and the doll, which looked like a rabbit, gave him a sinister smile.

...

"Healing potions have been cleared out?" Lucien frowned, finding this matter somewhat unreasonable. After all, low-tier Magic Potions like Recovery Potions actually have a "shelf life." If one wished to store them long-term, it would come at an additional cost.

But those costs might as well suffice to purchase a recovery potion themselves, so mass purchasing for hoarding was essentially a losing deal.

Unless they are used... extensively used... but even for a Formal Wizard, the consumption of magic potions couldn’t possibly be that exaggerated, right?

Lucien squinted his eyes, he had already surmised an answer in his heart.

"Woo—"

Suddenly, a sharp, urgent sound emerged. However, this sound wave deliberately avoided creatures below the Formal Wizard level, leaving them completely unaware of this alarm-filled noise.

The meaning of this sound was: enemy attack.

Lucien’s expression slightly changed, he quickly packed up his things and looked towards Carly, "Don’t stray more than 100 meters from me. We might face attacks from a large number of Formal Wizards soon."

Carly’s expression changed, she understood something, then looked towards another direction of the academy, "Instructor Lucien, should we first go find..."

"It’s too late." Lucien’s face was grim. Using his identity as an academy committee member, he had partial access to the wizard formations of Greybone Academy. At this moment, using some large-scale detection witchcraft, he had already noticed some wizards and Wizard Apprentices around the perimeter of the academy. Roughly counting, there were at least thirty Formal Wizards surrounding the academy!

If you count the combat power of the Formal Wizards within Greybone Academy as well, the number of Formal Wizards gathered around Greybone Academy was close to fifty. This was no longer a matter of personal grudges but seemed to be a battle or conflict between wizard organizations!

What was even more fatal was that, during Lucien’s investigation, the aura of three of these invading wizards was exceptionally strong, overpowering the other Formal Wizards. Even peeping through the wizard formation gave Lucien an instinctive feeling of oppression, making him unwilling to confront these enemies.

Second-level Wizards!

Lucien immediately thought of this possibility, and his heart couldn’t help but panic. These three were comparable to the strength of the headmaster of Greybone Academy. Why were they here?

This is madness!

Lucien quickly moved towards the core of the academy while rapidly thinking of a solution.

This level of wizard was simply beyond his current ability to handle, and even more lethal was the fact that there were three of them, clearly intent on wiping them out completely.

Was it an enemy provoked by the headmaster?

Lucien’s gaze flickered as he looked at the wizard formation defense barrier that had now risen. He felt slightly reassured.

The defensive measures in place were large wizard formations that had been repeatedly reinforced and augmented by generations of wizards within Greybone Academy. These were the foundational elements of internal defense at Greybone Academy, making it very difficult for the Formal Wizards outside to break through.

"Lord Lucien!" Gagarin’s somewhat excited voice came from beside him, followed by the now rather robust Edison and two other Wizard Apprentices.

Lucien nodded slightly and quietly advised, "Stay close to me, don’t wander off."

Gagarin looked outside and he couldn’t help but feel apprehensive.

"Lucien!" Ahead, Wizard Dawson briskly walked towards Lucien, and his first words caused Lucien’s heart to sink a little, "Lucien, I’m afraid our troubles have just gotten a lot bigger."

"What happened?" Lucien kept his expression controlled, but his mind was racing for a way out.

"Just now on the Contract Book, Wizard Rysa and Helen Wizard’s Spiritual Imprints have vanished," Wizard Dawson spoke softly, but the implications were enough to make Lucien’s hair stand on end.

The sudden disappearance of Spiritual Imprints? The most likely possibility was their demise!

Whooosh—

Just then, several more figures appeared, their faces more or less marked with urgency, even despair showing on the faces of two Formal Wizards.

"What happened?!!" Wizard Dawson felt the anomaly and couldn’t help but look towards those two wizards, "What about the leaders of the guardian beasts?"

"They’re dead. Something happened today with the guardian beast herd; they began dying off in large numbers. We’ve tried everything we could, but only managed to save less than one tenth of the guardian beasts, and both leaders couldn’t be revived," the two Formal Wizards said, their faces pale.

The guardian beast herd was one of the trump cards Greybone Academy relied on to protect itself. The leaders of the beasts, with the support of their herd, could unleash power akin to the peak of a Formal Wizard. But now, both leaders had perished within a single day, and even the guardian beasts under their command had suffered extensive losses!