This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 203 - 182: Group Combat Tactics

Chapter 203: Chapter 182: Group Combat Tactics

"Attack! Attack!" The Wizard Apprentices of the Bone Alliance, who had previously been aboard the White Bone Hovercraft, were now expelled as the hovercraft turned into a "model."

They landed on the ground with some embarrassment, rolling slightly, then drew their weapons and started shouting loudly.

But it didn’t take long for these Wizard Apprentices to sense that something was wrong, for to their horror, they realized they were facing four Formal Wizards who had fully unleashed their magical fields!

Many of the Bone Alliance’s Wizard Apprentices already had fear in their eyes, and they instinctively looked back at Captain Bartus, signaling death, while also quietly retreating; but some Apprentices, whose eyes had turned grey-white, charged fearlessly towards Lucien and his companions.

"Stop them!" Bartus turned and ran. He had no qualms about sacrificing his own Wizard Apprentices, and under his command, those with grey-white eyes became even more ferocious and crazed.

"Kill!"

"For the captain!"

These sailors, at most Third-level Wizard Apprentices and some even merely Second-level Wizard Apprentices, roared and rushed towards Lucien and his companions. Meanwhile, some smart Apprentices quickly scattered in all directions, trying to take the opportunity to escape this place that felt both horrifying and unfamiliar to them.

Bang—

A Wizard Apprentice was split in two by a Wind Blade conjured with witchcraft, but his bisected corpse quickly swelled and turned the same gray-white as his eyes.

The next moment, the corpse exploded, and even some unattacked Apprentices began to explode. The power of these self-detonations was comparable to a Third-level Wizard Apprentice’s desperate attack, but it was just a minor nuisance for the Formal Wizards.

"Damn it, I haven’t had any conflicts with Greybone Academy recently; in fact, I’ve even had some good collaborations with a few of your former committee members. Why are you coming after me?" Bartus yelled desperately as he fled.

Under the suppression of the Greybone Scepter, Bartus’s strength now barely matched the threshold of a Formal Wizard, and without the cooperation of the White Bone Hovercraft, the many tactics he was best at and most accustomed to were difficult to execute. Bartus felt incredibly frustrated.

He couldn’t even understand why the Grey Bone Wizards would pay such a high price to attack him, even using the pivotal Witch Tool, the Greybone Scepter.

One must know that using a Witch Tool like the Greybone Scepter is very precious because of the energy it consumes during spellcasting. If it were to slowly recharge by absorbing the scattered Magic Essence from the environment, it would probably take units of ten years.

In Bartus’s view, using such a high-level Witch Tool against him seemed quite wasteful, and indeed overkill.

The resources he possessed might not even be enough to compensate for the energy the Greybone Scepter lost during recharging! From a profit perspective, this was unequivocally a losing deal.

Unless... they knew the secret of the White Bone Hovercraft.

But he had never exposed it, and no one on the White Bone Hovercraft except himself could truly leave... It was impossible for anyone to know this secret.

Bartus, feeling the majority of his spiritual power sealed by the Shadow power, could not help but feel a hint of despair.

"Sleep." Sharon, enveloped in a grey robe, waved his hand gently, and an invisible ripple of spiritual power enveloped Bartus, continuously affecting his mind and trying to drag him into his own dreamscape.

The other two Formal Wizards also cast their disturbance and control spells, working together to subdue Bartus completely.

The three Formal Wizards Lucien led this time were all adept at control and binding, seasoned professionals. Three against one, they easily handled Bartus, whose strength was suppressed.

If they hadn’t needed to capture him alive, Bartus would probably already be a corpse by now.

And Lucien, who kept the Greybone Scepter active, sustaining its suppression, now found it so effortless that he didn’t need to take action himself. He shifted his attention to the Apprentice teams clearing the gathering grounds of Wizards inside Black Horn Mountain.

Soon, Lucien took notice of a group of Wizard Apprentices whose clever teamwork among the new blood caught his eye.

"Attack!"

"Long-range witchcraft attack!"

Donn sprinted around the team, acting as a guard and commanding these novices, who were no more than second-level wizard apprentices, to launch a collective attack.

Under Donn’s command, the wizard apprentices formed a wizard phalanx, breaking into groups of three to rotate the casting of attack witchcraft.

Just like a moment ago under Donn’s command, these wizard apprentices launched an attack on a building within the wizard stronghold. Although their witchcraft was not very accurate, to Lucien, it seemed to have a flavor of "covering fire".

This made Lucien think of scenes from ancient war movies he had seen before his transmigration. If such a wizard phalanx were scaled up, for example, hundreds of second-level wizard apprentices launching long-range witchcraft simultaneously, or even under the lead of formal wizards or higher-order wizards casting some powerful combined witchcraft...

"Unity is strength..." Lucien murmured softly. Then his gaze turned to some veteran wizard apprentices who had dispersed across the wizard camp. Some were stealthily lying in wait to strike a fatal blow, while others controlled illusions to charge directly into the enemy’s ranks, creating chaos before striking amidst the turmoil.

Most of these apprentices acted alone, and any coordination was temporary, splitting up after disposing of their enemies to continue hunting for their own prey.

"Like... special forces and regular troops?" Lucien narrowed his eyes slightly. The difference between the two groups of wizard apprentices became even more pronounced during the battle.

Lucien had to admit that the wizard apprentices who had grown up under the old educational system were more balanced in personal quality. They could wield their strength effectively on such a chaotic battlefield. If these two types of wizard apprentices were to duke it out, those emerging from the original, blood-soaked system would likely have the upper hand in wild skirmishes.

However, in large-scale group combat, the individualistic combat skills honed through the traditional loner fighting style became less effective.

For instance, if a hundred second-level wizard apprentices banded together and coordinated well—with some specializing in defense, others in attack, combined with a portion skilled in healing or scouting—then in the face of such a structured team, perhaps even a hundred or two hundred of the traditional loner wizard apprentices would be no match for them.

Even among "hunters" with exceptional individual strength in the Blood Duel Mystic Realm, capable of killing dozens of peers alone, they would probably have to flee haphazardly when facing hundreds or thousands of long-range witchcraft attacks carpet bombing them.

This was akin to martial arts masters not daring to provoke a formal military.

In the educational system, cultivating students to be all-rounders might pose some challenges, yet focusing a wizard apprentice on developing one or two areas of strength could allow even those with mediocre talent to shine brightly.

Besides, the original educational system could also be partially learned from and emulated. Select a group of truly talented wizard apprentices and subject them to stricter, bloodier training, albeit with a higher resource investment.

However, this selection was a two-way choice.

Desire comfort? Fine, then accept the normal educational system. Afterwards, whether in battle or on missions, operate in small groups to deepen their sense of unity and community, offering them a more robust platform for mutual trust and benefit.

Ambitious? Want to gamble your life for a brighter future?

Sure! But remember, the choice you make is your own, so if you die, you can’t blame the academy’s brutal training. Want better resources? Then go fight, go grab them! The academy provides a fair chance to compete. If you give up or fail, the outcome is yours to bear!

The path of a wizard is fraught with difficulties. Academy resources are limited. To obtain them, one must pay a price!

Lucien mused, his face revealing a faint smile.

"Principal, Captain Bartus has been captured, and here are some of his belongings." During the time Lucien observed and contemplated, three formal wizards had already completed their task. While bringing the sleeping Bartus back, they also respectfully handed over a storage bracelet to Lucien.

"The rest are your spoils of war. Just discuss and divide them among yourselves." Lucien stowed away the Grey Bone Scepter and grasped the sealed White Bone Hovercraft in his hand, which he then stuffed into his storage ring.

Though he hadn’t directly participated in the battle, holding the Grey Bone Scepter made him the top contributor to the victory. Lucien didn’t bother being polite with the other formal wizards, taking Bartus’s most precious witch tool for himself.

The other three formal wizards were prepared for this, but whether they inwardly cursed a few words, Lucien didn’t care. At the moment, he was more interested in the instructor who had just organized the novices in group combat. After a moment’s thought, Lucien quickly approached where Donn was.