This was a small campsite near the trade route.
Trees, shrubs, brambles, and other miscellaneous items were all cleared out. Not far away, there was even a small stream flowing by. It was the best place for traveling merchants and travelers to rest for the night.
The sky had just turned dark, and this place was already packed with people.
Large merchant groups would occupy a corner of the campsite, using large carriages and wagons to mark out a small area as their resting place. On the other hand, ordinary merchants and pedestrians would gather in groups of twos and threes, lighting bonfires and attentively preparing for tonight's dinner.
The fragrance of the vegetable soup and the rumbling of the jerky in the soup pot were enough to make every hungry traveler's throat move, and they could not help but lick their lips.
Some of the women who had come with the caravan would meet up and walk towards the stream nearby, wanting to freshen up and solve some problems that were bothering them before dinner. After being restrained in the carriage for an entire day, it was rare for them to have a moment of leisure. Their bell-like laughter could be heard from the forest far away, causing some men to tiptoe and look around.
The entire campsite was filled with a relaxed atmosphere!
* Clop clop clop … *
The crisp sound of horse hooves could be heard along the trade route.
In the darkness, a black-clothed man in a cloth robe slowly rode his horse into the bustling temporary campsite.
Perhaps intimidated by the other party's cold aura, the sounds in the campsite gradually quietened down.
All the men could not help but put down what they were doing and straightened their backs, silently sizing up this newcomer.
This was a demonized white horse from the Salovia region. Not only was it majestic, its temperament and ferocity were not inferior to low-ranked magical beasts. Hence, unless one was a powerful Knight, it would be impossible for them to ride such a magical horse.
The person riding on the magical horse was dressed in a black robe, and not an inch of his skin was exposed. The hood completely covered his face in the deep shadows, giving off a cold and gloomy feeling from afar.
On the chest of this black-robed man, everyone saw a strange emblem of a burning iron fist.
"It's someone from the Crimson Family …"
"Is it a Magus or an acolyte?"
"I don't know …"
Those who could appear in the camp were all experienced and knowledgeable fellows who had traveled extensively. They immediately recognized the identity of the newcomer. Just a moment ago, there was some confusion and vigilance in his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, it was covered with a thick layer of fear.
Everyone who was stared at hurriedly bowed, their faces filled with flattering smiles.
"Who are the people from Du Luo's caravan?" The black robe sitting high on the demon horse shouted in a deep voice.
Hearing Black Robe call out a name, the hundreds of people in the camp instantly focused their attention on the team in the corner of the camp. There were seven or eight light carriages and thirteen or fourteen people dressed like adventurers and mercenaries. Among them was a man who was also wearing a cloth robe. He had short golden hair and looked very young.
Noticing that the others were looking at him, the golden-haired man tore off his cloak, revealing a short gray apprentice robe underneath.
"Since these dregs of the Crimson Family have caught up, comrades, let's fight it out with them …"
Following the golden-haired man's low roar, half of the thirteen teammates actually removed their robes, revealing the various types of armor and defensive equipment inside.
"It's an acolyte …"
"The Camara Family …"
There was no lack of people in the camp who were familiar with the local situation and immediately recognized the identity of this group of people.
Damn it, it was rumored that the Camara Family and the Crimson Family were at war. If they were to fight here …
The previously peaceful and tranquil camp instantly became chaotic. Regardless of whether they were male or female, old or young, everyone fled to the distance. And in this chaotic camp, Black Robe, who had jumped off the demon horse, started fighting with ten or so acolytes from the Camara Family.
Black Robe was not a Magus, but only a quasi-Magus.
The Camara Family that was opposing him was a small team consisting of four high-grade acolytes, three mid-grade acolytes, and seven warriors from the family.
Just as the two sides gathered together, the Camara Family's seven acolyte-level spells were launched at them.
Unfortunately, they were all blocked by a wall of wind that rose from the ground.
* Bang bang bang … *
The successive explosions of spells shook the wall of wind, causing it to tremble and surge as it disappeared along with the first wave of attacks.
"It's a wind element quasi-Magus … Cole, you go up … Ariel, you, Anna, and Tony are in charge of long-range attacks … Brother Lie, Gray Ear, you guys go up with me …"
Under the command of the golden-haired man, the seven acolytes from the Camara Family quickly surrounded the Crimson acolyte and launched fierce attacks from all directions. As for the family warriors that were protecting them, they all shouted and raised their weapons and defensive equipment, bravely charging towards their only enemy.
In an instant, scarlet fireballs the size of a human head, dazzling lightning bolts that blinded the eyes, chilly ice blades and snow blades, green and sticky acid arrows, and earth spears that rose from the ground … Numerous spells engulfed the entire battlefield like beautiful fireworks, engulfing all the acolytes and warriors.
Although the physique of a sorcerer-apprentice was not necessarily much better than that of a family's warrior, the witchcraft protection that lingered around their bodies truly protected their frail bodies. Amidst the rapid witchcraft attacks, the seven family warriors had undoubtedly become the first batch of sacrifices in this war between apprentices.
Whether it was the spells that exploded on the Crimson Quasi Sorcerer's defensive shields or the rotating wind blades that were casually released by the opponent, they were all fatal to this group of warriors who did not have any defensive spells.
Amidst the rumbling of witchcraft, several warriors of the family fell one after another.
Their bodies, which were wearing leather or chain-mail armor, were full of elemental scars and bloody holes of all sizes. Not to mention the ice blades and snow blades, even a normal cold air could directly freeze a powerful warrior to death.
Compared to the power of elemental spells, the swords and shields in the hands of the family warriors were almost harmless!
Perhaps their only purpose on the battlefield was to attract the opponent's attention and firepower, and when necessary, they could also act as human shields.
The battle only lasted for a quarter of an hour before it quickly ended!
The victor was, of course, the stronger Quasi Sorcerer.
When there was no one in the opponent's team who could contend against him, a one-sided massacre was the most common scene!
One by one, the Sorcerer-Apprentices were cut into pieces by the terrifying whirlwind tornadoes, lying in pools of blood on the verge of death. Even that body-refining apprentice was severed at the waist by a transparent wind blade, the internal organs and debris scattered on the ground in his abdomen and chest cavity.
Among the seven Sorcerer-Apprentices, only the golden-haired man was left kneeling in the bloody battlefield, panting heavily. His body, hands, and face were covered in fine and dense scratches. Even the slightest movement would cause deep black lines of blood to flow out of the wounds like earthworms.
He panted heavily, completely ignoring the fine bloody wounds on his face. He stared fiercely at the Quasi Sorcerer who was still healing himself at the side of the battlefield.
Having just experienced a bloody battle, the opponent could not escape unscathed under the desperate counterattack of the seven fierce Sorcerers.
The black robe on the opponent's body was burned to a mess by the flames. There was a fist-sized bloody hole on the left side of his waist, and his right shoulder was pierced by an acid arrow. Traces of ice and lightning could be seen on the other parts of his body.
This Quasi Sorcerer was also a young man with a sinister face. At this moment, he took out a bubbling purplish red potion and used his finger to open the cork. After hesitating for a moment, he clenched his teeth and fell on the wound that was pierced by the acid arrow.
With a light sizzling sound, white smoke billowed from the wound. The young Quasi Sorcerer let out a short scream towards the sky. Green veins popped out on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down.
After using the Purifying Potion to clean up the remaining corrosive liquid in the wound, the bone-piercing pain slowly subsided. He took out some hemostatic ointment and healing potions and quickly cleaned the remaining wounds on his body. Only then did the young Quasi Sorcerer feel completely at ease.
Even though he was now riddled with wounds and on the verge of collapse, the ferociousness and might that were embedded in his bones still deeply shocked the people who were hiding in the distance. Although he was not a Magus, the powerful aura of brutally killing his enemies and controlling their life and death in his hands made him a conqueror that was above everyone else.
Looking down on everyone, he felt a strong sense of satisfaction and pride, as if he was a lion on top of a cliff, slowly scanning his territory and subjects!
If the merchants, guards, and laborers in the camp were all pigs, horses, cows, and sheep, then at this moment, he was a majestic wolf that looked down on the entire field! Moreover, he was a lone wolf that was even more ferocious and ruthless, bathed in blood!
No matter how heavily injured he was, as long as he was still standing, not a single livestock would dare to approach him!
After quickly dealing with the wounds on his body and waiting until they were no longer a hindrance, the young Quasi Sorcerer took large strides towards the corpse of his enemy that was in a pitiful state, and began to carefully search for the special item.
Unfortunately, even after completely searching through the corpse, he still could not find the target of the mission, even if he did not let go of the pieces of flesh that had been sliced by the tornado.
The young Quasi Sorcerer's expression immediately darkened, and he quickly set his sights on the high-ranked Apprentice that was still alive.
"Tell me, where is the storage ring that you secretly brought out? If you hand it over, I can let you live. Otherwise … "
The young Quasi Sorcerer took two steps forward and casually waved his hand. A green wind blade quickly gathered in his palm.
"Pfft …" The golden-haired man knew that he was going to die, so he was unusually stubborn, "You dogs of the Crimson Family, even if you kill me, I will not tell you anything …"
Before he finished speaking, a green light brushed past the golden-haired man's side. His right arm that was supporting him from the ground was cut off at the elbow, and the surging blood instantly drenched the ground below him.
"Ah …"
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