Chapter 320: News of an Old Friend's Death
After Locke confirmed that his pharmacy was fine, he chose to temporarily return to his residence at Lilith's Cottage to organize his current mana.
He had just advanced to formal wizard and encountered consecutive major battles, gaining quite a bit from the combat.
Secondly, his mana was currently fluctuating non-stop due to continuous fierce battles. He had to perform certain adjustments to avoid leaving any future troubles.
Under normal circumstances, a formal wizard who had just advanced and broken through would even need to repair their soul for a period of time.
The act of engraving spell models at the soul level would more or less cause some damage to the soul, requiring a period of time to recover but because Locke used the spell knife, he didn't have this problem.
Secondly, he had to quickly organize his current resources and immediately replenish his First Circle spell pool, otherwise he would be at too great a disadvantage in combat.
The reason he had been able to kill Brittany before was completely because she had fallen into a special venue, a closed barrier, and couldn't escape.
Otherwise, relying solely on his Large Green Owl Banana, he absolutely couldn't catch up to her.
Locke glanced at the Large Green Owl Banana behind him. In the continuous battles, the roots of the Large Green Owl Banana had already become charred black, having reached some kind of limit.
Locke suddenly sensed that someone seemed to be observing him. Frowning slightly, he looked around but didn't discover anyone nearby. ...
On a mountain peak connected to part of the Forbidden Forest area next to Lilith's Cottage, the King of the Forbidden Forest and the Silent Bee Fairy appeared among the forest foliage.
The Silent Bee Fairy said, "It's finally over. The war between human wizards is truly terrifying. They summoned very terrifying, very terrifying things. But fortunately, that Type I Nature Guardian performed well, didn't he?"
"He used that city's forest to suppress that bizarre creature. But in my view, the forest's seal on it will last at most about ten years. It will soon find a new way to reach cooperation with a wizard who's easily used by it, and then try to break free from that forest's suppression."
"I didn't expect the wizards would let such a troublesome thing re-enter this world. I thought the disc creatures would completely leave this world. However, this matter doesn't need to concern us. Those wizards are even more powerful than we imagined. Perhaps those wizards becoming more powerful will also greatly benefit us?"
"King of the Forbidden Forest, you don't seem to care much about this."
The King of the Forbidden Forest looked toward Lilith's Cottage's direction, was silent for a long while, then said, "The affairs of humans and wizards have nothing to do with us."
"Man-made forests are not forests either."
"I came here only as a spectator."
The King of the Forbidden Forest turned and left, leaving a series of beast-like footprints on the ground. "Let's go, Silent Bee."
The Silent Bee Fairy was stunned for a while, then said, "Saying the opposite of what you mean."
...
After Locke returned to Lilith's Cottage, three days passed.
Within these three days, Locke learned that many wizard apprentices had died in this upheaval.
This incident was defined as a sudden attack on Lilith's Cottage by black wizards.
The inside story and truth were not disclosed to the apprentices.
In this upheaval, both Lorne and Pierre managed to survive.
His friends Andrew and Axi also did, except that Andrew lost an arm. He temporarily didn't have money for treatment, so he could only make do with one arm for now. However, one wizard seed he knew had died, which was Incinerator Andy.
At this time, Locke, along with Albert and others, as well as Andy's friends during his lifetime, participated in the small funeral held for Andy.
At the funeral, Albert presented a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and placed them on Andy's tombstone.
This cemetery was prepared by Lilith's Cottage for students of second-class wizard apprentice level and above. Only starting from second-class wizard apprentice could one have the right to be buried here. Of course, the burial plot needed to be purchased while alive.
Albert looked at Andy's tombstone and sighed. "Andy's best friends during his lifetime were me, Witch Sophia, and Storm Master Mitchell Peric."
"Now you've all come. It's a pity Witch Sophia left the southeastern quadrant, otherwise Witch Sophia should also have come to mourn him."
Mitchell Peric was a combat squad captain whose right eye was a magic eye. At this moment, he too had a face full of sighs.
A flash of anger passed through Mitchell's eyes. "I, Peric, am irreconcilable with those black wizards. From now on, whenever I see a black wizard, I will kill a black wizard."
Locke looked at the tombstone. Who could have thought that a wizard seed as powerful and skilled in combat as Andy would actually die in this war.
And all of this was simply because Dean Thompson and the White Wizard Association's upper echelons had made a deal.
The wizard apprentices participating in the gathering before him, even those wizard seeds, didn't know the internal truth. Even if some people sensed something was wrong, it was just simple speculation.
Locke had even less reason to explain.
Locke walked over. The surrounding seniors, juniors, and Andy's mortal family members at Lilith's Cottage all saluted Locke respectfully, grateful that a formal wizard would actually condescend to participate in Andy's funeral.
Albert looked at Locke and said in a low voice, "Locke, you've become a formal wizard. Congratulations."
"Like Witch Sophia, you both became formal wizards very quickly. It happened in the blink of an eye, making us feel as if we're not in the same world as you."
Albert saluted Locke. Now Locke was a formal wizard while he was still a first-class wizard apprentice with 900 mana.
Moreover, there were already some wrinkles on his face, showing signs of aging.
Half a year ago, Albert had attempted to break through to formal wizard and even taken a Sacrifice Potion once, but the result was disappointing. His breakthrough failed.
Of course, although he burned about fifty years of lifespan, Albert still retreated with his whole body intact, taking the termination potion he had purchased in advance before burning up all his lifespan.
So his current mental power was 900. Although this breakthrough failed, as long as he repaired his soul and recuperated for a few years, he could attempt to break through again.
Moreover, the success rate would be relatively high.
This was also a fairly common state for apprentices breaking through to formal wizard within the academy.
Very few people could break through on the first try.
The reason Locke could was because he had taken a large amount of magical resources in advance, then used sacrifice magic to fully utilize these magical resources all at once, with the result being that he directly surged upward.
Add to that the fact that the ancient creature bloodline in his body produced some kind of resonance with the natural force plane, forming a natural force backflow.
Albert looked at Locke with a trace of envy and jealousy he himself couldn't suppress, then under Locke's vast magical pressure, these emotions all turned into respect. "Lord Augustine..."
Locke shook his head. "Senior Albert, just like you said before, we'll call each other as we did, without being influenced by external people. So you can still call me Locke."
Albert looked at Locke. Sensing that the sincerity in Locke's eyes hadn't changed at all, he said, "Locke. After that last operation, Andy's mental state never recovered. At that time, he almost single-handedly bore that senior curser's permanent defensive field Fear Blood Curse. After that, not only did he not recover from that injury, he even went downhill."
"It was also because of this that Andy died in this war. Otherwise, with his abilities, how could he have died at the hands of an ordinary first-class black wizard apprentice?"
Locke nodded slightly. At that time, he alone had killed five wizard seeds from the Blood Curse Court. Including Sephilin, he alone had killed ten wizard seeds from the Blood Curse Court, leaving only four. One of them, Hussein, was beaten to near death by him, but he deliberately held back and let him escape.
In other words, he alone had dealt with seven wizard seeds from the Blood Curse Court, and one more wizard seed died at Albert's hands.
When attacking Lilith's Cottage this time, the Blood Curse Court didn't have many wizard seeds left. Therefore, Andy died in a siege by ordinary black wizard apprentices.
Albert said, "However, this time you personally killed five wizard seeds from the black wizard side and avenged Andy. As Andy's close friend during his lifetime, I want to thank you."
Albert bowed to Locke. At the same time, Andy's parents and family also bowed to him together.
They weren't people of the wizard world, but at this moment they also knew that Locke's status was extraordinary. Their sorrowful eyes showed respect toward him.
Locke nodded slightly.
Then he turned and left the cemetery.
In the next fifty years, the war would intensify. Such scenes would only become more and more common in the southeastern quadrant.
And just as Dean Thompson said, no one could stop this war anymore, because white wizard society had established a wartime economy. Who knew how many formal wizards would benefit from this? Therefore, no formal wizard would be willing to stop the war at this time.
Locke walked toward Teacher Halen Vera's office. Teacher Halen Vera had contacted him through the gray mist stone tablet. It seemed he had something he wanted him to handle.