Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 295 Tracking
The oak tree caught the jade with its enormous palm.

Without any incantation being uttered, natural magic continuously flowed into it, and the jade stone quickly released waves of soft emerald green light, which soon unfolded.

On the surface, the whole process is almost identical to the effect when Yaro was activated.

But things soon changed.

Under the influence of nature's power, the surrounding trees began to sway continuously, accompanied by the rustling of leaves, and a faint natural magic began to spread layer by layer at a magical frequency.

Not long after, the tall oak tree stopped its throbbing magic, and its knotted, massive mouth emitted a buzzing voice: "Northwest direction, about fifty miles away."

Northwest direction?

Yaro looked in the direction the oak tree was pointing and estimated it to be roughly near Perrin Estate.

Without a second thought, he caught the shrinking jade and soared into the sky, a cold, ruthless voice echoing through the jungle:
"I hope you're not lying to me, otherwise... I'll come back and raze this forest to the ground!"

As the silhouette in the sky gradually faded, the oak tree's rugged face began to crumble, yet it sighed softly, oblivious to everything else, and murmured, "Why did I... meet him back then?"

……

Under a clear, azure sky, the sea of ​​trees stretches endlessly.

The gentle sunlight awakened the forest that had been dormant all winter.

A warm, silky breeze caressed the delicate flower buds, while hibernating spring insects chirped softly.

Macaques leaped forward, deer bounded about, and flocks of birds twirled and danced in mid-air.

The hungry brown bear also woke up at this moment, and the leopard in the shadows quietly extended its sharp claws.

But soon,
The scene of vibrant life was shattered by a strange sound that echoed through the air.

The sound whistled closer, startling the dancing birds into scattering and fleeing.

Before the animals in the jungle could hide themselves, a golden light streaked across the sky in an instant.

—Leaving only a straight, grayish-white line of mist.

Fifty miles is not a short distance, and it was a considerable challenge for Yarrow, who was using magic to travel.

After activating the magic strike technique, a battle would soon follow.

But at this moment, all that could be seen was a monotonous and dull forest.

It's like raising a sword and looking around, but seeing no enemy. There's a sense of frustration, like having a lot of strength but being unable to vent it.

An impulse to destroy everything was growing within him.

In the past, this destructive sentiment was mixed with the fighting spirit against the enemy, making it impossible for Yarrow to distinguish between them.

Sometimes, I even thought that I would fall into a more frenzied state after entering battle mode, but that was just a normal situation.

At this moment, Yaro had never perceived so clearly the extent to which the power of the abyss could exaggerate the influence of emotions.

This is something that can turn a pacifist into a warlike person.

It can amplify the berserker's terrifying emotions that make them crave blood!
No wonder the power of the abyss energy is so formidable; the wizards have been searching for it for so long, yet they still haven't found a suitable way to utilize it.

After all, magic is only used indirectly, yet it still has such a serious impact on one's emotions.

One can only imagine the mindset and emotions of those abyss warlocks who directly exploited it.

If it weren't for the memories of their past lives, their values ​​would have already been established, and they would be many times more peaceful than the original inhabitants.

If it weren't for the years of experience of facing evil gods in his childhood, his mental fortitude would have been honed long ago.

Yaro surmised that he too would likely descend into madness due to his volatile emotions. Those who play with fire will get burned!
"Recently... when facing enemy humans, it's best to avoid using magic attacks."

The reason for avoiding its use is not only due to the negative effects of magic, but more importantly, it's because of Ian's letter.

That letter can be seen as a reminder, a signal.

Another person had already seen a dangerous sign that the magic was weak.

If what Ian said is true, what would happen if the simplest holy light spell were used on Yarrow, who had activated the magic spell?
Magical techniques collapsed?
wrong!
The essence of magic is to restrain the abyssal magic, allowing it to flow according to its own needs, a process similar to a nuclear power plant.

What would happen if the operation of a nuclear power plant were disrupted?
Nuclear power plants have numerous safeguards in place, so in general only nuclear leaks will occur.

And once the magic is disrupted, what might happen is—a nuclear explosion!
"The magic of magic is like piling gunpowder on your body; with just a spark, you can turn yourself into a self-destructing bomb."

"Such a simple spell shouldn't be difficult to make into a simple enchanted device, right?"

"If someone were to drop one of these things on an ordinary person, they could take advantage of them when they're not looking..."

Even though he was still excited, Yaro couldn't help but shudder at the thought of the consequences.

Why emphasize ordinary people?

When facing an enemy with supernatural abilities, Yaro cannot help but be wary of their magic.

No matter how powerful the spell, it's useless if it can't hit the target.

Feeling the howling wind on both sides, Yaro secretly set a short-term goal in his mind.

—While improving our core strength, we must also hurry up and create the flying armor.

A formal wizard's individual destructive power is only equivalent to that of a mortar, so why does he have such a strong deterrent effect?
The key lies in flight!
A flying mortar is just a soaring bomber, isn't it?

In my previous life, the cost of training pilots alone was hundreds of millions. If that amount were used to arm tanks, it would be enough to produce dozens or even hundreds more tanks!

A skilled pilot flying a fighter jet might be able to destroy an aircraft carrier, and even a large number of tanks would be in awe of such a feat.

This serves as evidence of its mobility and strategic significance!
Peace can only be found amidst swords and spears; only with peace can we develop ourselves with peace of mind.

To conceal and replace magic techniques, one must quickly acquire the ability to substitute.

"When the time is right, we can go see Ian and see what solution he has in mind."

"If it really works, I might as well copy it myself."

"After all... magic can be used as long as you wear any armor, and the cost is much cheaper than making special flying armor."

Time passed as Yaro resisted his raging emotions, maintained his rational thinking, and indulged in wild thoughts.

The forest below gradually thins out, and we gradually enter the area where human activity takes place.

……

"Pooh!"

Benson spat out a bloodstained tooth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, tossed the frail girl aside, and coldly ordered expressionlessly, "Tie her up."

Amidst the broken branches of the trees, heavily armored soldiers with severed limbs and broken arms wailed incessantly.

Seeing the girl abandoned on the open ground, the soldiers on the perimeter trembled, but dared not approach her even a fraction of an inch.

"I've already broken her arm, how come you don't even have that much courage?"

(End of this chapter)