An hour later, the group that had crossed the border between the Odin Empire and the Kaman Empire finally arrived at Kuit Canyon under the guidance of the blue-robed Wizard. At this time, a village made of wood was clearly visible to everyone.
This village made of wood occupied a large area, about the size of five standard football fields on Earth. The village was full of brand new traces, and it was certain that this village had been built less than a week ago. At this time, there were Wizards wearing traditional Odin clothing patrolling and chatting in the Odin language from time to time. It seemed that these people were the Wizards of the Golovin Tribe that the blue-robed Wizard had mentioned.
Perhaps it was because the relationship between the Kaman Empire and the Odin Empire had been very bad for the past ten years. There had always been friction between the two sides, and although there was frequent trade between the two sides, their relationship was also hostile.
Therefore, even though the blue-robed Wizard had said before that the Bluestone Auction this time was jointly organized by the William Psionic Society and the Golovin Tribe, the group of Kaman Wizards immediately became nervous when they saw so many Odin Wizards. One of the less shrewd intermediate Apprentice Wizards even reached for his space ring, as if he was ready to take out his magic artifact and fight at any moment.
"Everyone, don't worry. Our William Spirit Association and the Golovin Tribe have a very close relationship. The safety of this Bluestone Auction is absolutely foolproof, please rest assured!" Apparently feeling the tense atmosphere of the group behind him, the blue-robed Wizard turned around and comforted the middle-aged man.
Although the tense atmosphere somewhat eased under the blue-robed Wizard's comforting words, they still looked at the Odin people in the village with vigilance.
Seeing this, the blue-robed Wizard knew that his words couldn't completely dispel these people's innate hostility towards the Odins, so he could only helplessly shake his head. He then took out a specially modified revolver from his spatial ring and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A muffled gunshot echoed, and a dark red firework shot out of the revolver's muzzle towards the sky. Seeing the dark red firework, the door of the village slowly opened.
Taking advantage of the gap when everyone's attention was on the firework and the opening of the village's door, Connor casually took out several earthen jars from his spatial ring and silently threw them into the dense bushes in the canyon.
After setting up these pots, Connor's expression relaxed slightly. Although this trip to the Bluestone Auction had given him a very bad feeling, since he was already here, there was no reason for him to give up halfway. No matter what, he had already entered to observe and see if there were any opportunities in the wooden stockade that he could take advantage of. Now that he had these pots lying in ambush here, no matter what happened in the wooden stockade, Connor was confident that he could escape unscathed!
The gates of the wooden stronghold were wide open, and the blue-robed Magus took the lead, driving the carriage towards the wooden stronghold. Behind him, the others also drove the carriages and followed closely behind him, driving towards the wooden stronghold. Connor, who was at the back of the convoy, also quietly hid his true cultivation. He only revealed the cultivation of an intermediate Apprentice Magus, so as not to attract attention.
After entering the main gate of the wooden fort, Wizard Odin, who was patrolling the fort, seemed to know that they were not welcomed by the Kaman Wizards, so he did not approach them. Instead, he just looked at them from afar.
The blue-robed Magus seemed to be very familiar with this wooden stronghold. He led the group of people behind him to a corner of the wooden stronghold. At this moment, there were about thirty carriages parked in this corner. It seemed like more than thirty Carmen Magi had already arrived before them.
Sweeping his gaze over the thirty carriages in front of him, the blue-robed Wizard smiled and said to the group, "Everyone, please leave your carriages here. We are already the last group, and the auction is waiting for us to officially start!"
Hearing the blue-robed Magus say this, this group of people seemed to have already thought of the good stuff at the auction. Their spirits instantly rose, and they all left their carriages here. Then, they followed the blue-robed Magus to the center of the wooden stronghold, where there was a large wooden building.
After leaving their carriages in the corner, Connor seemed to have noticed something and tenderly patted this rather beautiful steed. If there were no accidents, his steed and its companions in this corner would be blasted into the sky in a short moment.
The group followed the blue-robed Wizard into the wooden building. They saw that there were fifty Magi in the hall of the wooden building. They were sitting on the left and right sides of the auction stage. It wasn't clear if it was a rule or if it was a tacit agreement, but twenty Kaman Magi sat on the left side of the hall, and thirty Odin Magi sat on the right side of the hall.
Seeing this situation, the five people who followed the blue-robed Wizard in didn't hesitate and directly sat on the left side of the hall. As they sat down, the number of Kaman Magi and Odin Magi in the hall was almost equal.
Sitting on the left side of Kaman Magi's camp, Connor quietly sized up the fifty Magi in the hall. Although he didn't want to alert the enemy, Connor didn't use his power of the Will, but at this moment, the cultivation level of these fifty Magi in the hall was seen through by him without exception.
"In the hall, there are five advanced Apprentice Magi, thirteen intermediate Apprentice Magi, and thirty-four beginner Apprentice Magi. In addition to the guards of the William Psionic Association and the Golovin Tribe outside, there are actually close to eighty Magi gathered in this wooden village. How interesting. I wonder if that guy named Živkovychi is here …" After looking around, Connor secretly thought to himself.
Up until now, Connor hadn't found any traces of a rank 1 Magus other than himself in this wooden village. To Connor, this was no doubt good news. However, after understanding the situation in front of him, Connor decided that he should change his plan of attack.
With Connor Ferguson's ability, although the Magi in the hall were no match for him one on one, ten on one, or even twenty on one, they were like ants that could kill an elephant. Moreover, there were eighty Magi here. If they all swarmed up and attacked him, the only thing Connor could do was to run away pathetically. If he ran too late, he would probably lose his life here!
Therefore, in Connor's eyes, if he wanted to gain something from this Bluestone Auction, he could only use his wits and not force his way in. Once he got a ticket, he would run.
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