172: The decisive moment (IX)

"Lester!"

"That peak combatant who fought you at close range, was he wearing their Plant Heart Academy's unique Bio-armor?"

"Did he first engage you in a knightly duel with a Magic Gold Greatsword, and then, when he got very close to you, suddenly cast Wizardry, making both you and him endure the damage of an Advanced Wizardry?"

The Blood Cat Wizard Wizard Moshat asked anxiously; he urgently needed confirmation. When he heard the term 'close-range,' a shadow had already fallen over his heart.

"It's almost certainly him, that's exactly how it was."

"Wizard Moshat, were you just watching from the sidelines then, enjoying my misfortune, weren't you?"

"You're overthinking it."

"I just associated it with one person's tactics."

The Blood Cat Wizard Wizard Moshat murmured to himself, somewhat lost in thought:

"He's here, he actually came..."

"No wonder, no wonder..."

..."Wizard Moshat..."

"Did he think of something?"

Mentor Dalton thought to himself, stopping the little giant Lester's next move and signaling him to be silent. The two quietly waited for Wizard Wizard Moshat to regain his composure.

They didn't have to wait long.

The dazed and confused Blood Cat Wizard awoke.

And proactively apologized to them:

"Sorry, I lost my composure."

"It's just that I couldn't control myself for a moment. I'll explain later."

"Mentor Dalton, I also led a team to probe from various angles, but all returned without success. The only thing we discovered is that their defenses are very tight, and they call for reinforcements very quickly. Additionally, they have a full 18 peak combatants wearing Bio-armor."

"As for us, not counting Blood Rong, our peak combatants are only 6, a huge disparity. It will be very difficult to escape."

"Hmm, your mission was also well executed. Can you tell us what you discovered that made you lose your composure so much?"

"It's a person, someone who shouldn't be here."

...The Blood Cat Wizard Wizard Moshat stated with certainty:

"The 'Close-Range Wizard'—Green Anglet, the most talented individual of Plant Heart in the last 50 years, a 38-year-old Advanced Wizard Apprentice, the number one person on our academy's genius kill list. I was defeated by him last time."

"It's him?!"

"He's so young and has such a promising future, why would he come to such a dangerous place as the Ancient Secret Realm? If we had been matched with a Dark Swamp terrain card, hmph, this strongest genius would have fallen."

"Yes, this secret realm is so dangerous, I also didn't expect him to come. Since he is here, then all the difficulties we are currently facing have a logical explanation."

"It is said that the smoke tactics in the underground cavern last time were proposed by him. This person is the inventor of smoke tactics, with extremely far-sighted strategic thinking, and a meticulous grasp of the entire battle situation, with layers upon layers of contingencies."

"However, his tactical thinking is very imaginative and flexible, often proposing unexpected tactics that can achieve miraculous effects."

"The Black Wizards in the underground cavern last time fell into his hands, not a single one escaped."

"We, I'm afraid, are facing a disaster."

..."Hmph..."

"Wizard Moshat, all I hear is you boasting about this so-called Green. Is he really that powerful?"

"Don't just boost his prestige and become fearful after being defeated by him once, not daring to fight him again."

The little giant Lester was very disdainful, his dark green face coupled with his reddish-red eyes, making him look like a demon from hell.

Mentor Dalton and Wizard Wizard Moshat looked at each other and found that their faces weren't pale, but their eyes also had an abnormal redness.

They couldn't help but be startled.

The calm and steady Mentor Dalton softened his tone and asked:

"Lester, you're poisoned now. What potions have you taken?"

"Do you feel anything different?"

"Oh..."

"It might be that when I was injured, the toxins in the smoke entered my body. After all, there was no time to bandage the wound on the battlefield. I only bandaged it after returning to the hill, but the delay wasn't long."

The green-faced, red-eyed little giant Lester said nonchalantly:

"I drank a tube of Advanced Life Recovery Potion and a tube of Advanced Detoxification Potion. My condition is now recovering, and I feel incredibly good."

"It's just that my body feels a bit hot, I don't know why. I keep thinking about the attendant female knights in the academy bar. Is it because I've been lonely for too long and miss women? It's fine, these are all normal physiological reactions."

"I shouldn't be too poisoned. With my physique, I can get through it."

..."Ah, what are you doing?!!!"

"Let go of me!"

"Go to hell!"

"Hand of Wizardry!"

"Slap—"

A commotion came, and the three of them stopped their discussion.

They rushed to the scene of the incident, arriving in a few leaps. This small hill was a bit small.

"What's going on?"

Mentor Dalton arrived at the chaotic scene.

A troublemaker on the left had already been restrained, and a cursing female Wizard on the right still hadn't withdrawn her Hand of Wizardry, ready to deliver another slap, only dispersing the Wizardry when she saw Mentor Dalton arrive.

The disheveled female Wizard was the first to complain:

"Mentor Dalton, I was resting here peacefully when this bastard came over and said something about the long night, being incredibly lonely, and wanting to have some fun with me."

"Of course, I refused. What time is it now? We're in a den of vipers, and he still has such thoughts. But when he saw I wouldn't agree, he tried to force me, so I slapped him to make him sober up."

Wizard Wizard Moshat carefully examined the troublemaking Wizard's body, noticing his bloodshot eyes and the wound covering half of his back.

"He should be poisoned. The concentration of the mind-confusing potion in the smoke is very high. He was injured and exposed to the toxins when he went down the mountain with me earlier to perform the probing mission, making him a bit disoriented."

"Bloodshot eyes might be a specific symptom of the poisoning."

Mentor Dalton made a decisive decision and immediately ordered:

"Everyone, immediately check yourselves. Report any abnormal physical conditions immediately."

"And immediately request potion assistance, especially those who have been injured."

...After a busy period.

The core three gathered again, all looking grim.

The Blood Cat Wizard reported to everyone:

"Mentor Dalton, emergency treatment has been given to all Wizards with abnormal conditions, helping 32 Wizards remove toxins, mostly paralyzing and itching toxins. The current situation is stable."

"However, the red-eye condition of 23 other Wizards, including Wizard Lester, is not optimistic. More than a dozen Wizards have already lost control of their desires. We can only temporarily isolate these Wizards to prevent them from contacting female Wizards."

"These red-eyed Wizards are initially estimated to be poisoned by some kind of aphrodisiac potion. This kind of poison is new to us, and we don't have targeted solutions among the resources we prepared."

"Therefore, we cannot cure this poison."

"The last straw that breaks the camel's back has appeared!"