I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 46 The Indigenous People's Counterattack
No one knows what happened, only that there have been no stars in the sky since then.

Only a few senior priests and those with divine connections seem to know what happened in that instant, but they remain tight-lipped about it.

"Are we just supposed to stand by and watch them wreak havoc on our world?!"

A tall knight angrily slammed his fist into the ground, instantly shattering the nearby rocks into fragments.

"calm……"

"How am I supposed to stay calm? Do you even have a way of dealing with these guys?!"

"some."

The pastor spoke again, drawing everyone's attention.

“Oswaldo, this is no joke. Do you really have a way to stop those guys from escaping?!” A shaman couldn’t help but stand up.

However, some people questioned: "How is that possible? That's a spatial ability. To restrict someone, you would need at least spatial abilities. Could it be that you..."

“I do,” Pastor Oswaldo’s words forcefully silenced the other’s doubts. “I also have spatial abilities.”

As he spoke, he raised a finger at a knight not far away. To everyone's astonishment, the knight suddenly vanished and then abruptly reappeared on the other side of the tent.

It seemed that Oswald's power was not well controlled, because even the knights with extremely strong bodies couldn't help but kneel down and vomit after being transferred.

But the others present didn't have time to pay attention to the disheveled knight; their gazes, whether shocked, angry, or greedy, all turned to Oswaldo.

"How could you possibly have such power?!" the female knight couldn't help but ask.

Another priest nearby reacted even more directly, grabbing his scepter, which glowed faintly, as if he were about to launch an attack at any moment.

"You stole the power of the gods?! Blasphemer!"

"Don't be so shocked. This is not a power I stole. It was given to me by my god before he disappeared, so that I could use it as a power for revenge one day."

Oswaldo glanced at the shocked priest, but offered no resistance. He simply looked down at his own hands with a sorrowful expression.

"This……"

Upon hearing this, the previously angry priests exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.

"Alright, alright! Our world has already become like this, let's all try to be more understanding of each other..."

An old shaman immediately stood up to calm the crowd, and several priests also took the opportunity to back down from their fighting stance.

After the commotion, the group returned to the fire, but their expressions were much better than before.

“Although I haven’t fully mastered this power yet, I can still create a place where they can’t use spatial abilities.” Oswaldo made his limits clear first.

"That's enough!" "As long as those brats can't escape, the rest will be easy!"

“Very good. Next, we need a plan to bring those wizard apprentices together.” The Scarred Knights Commander tapped the table, making a dull sound. “We have contacted everyone we could reach and gathered quite a few warriors. Over the years, we have also learned from our mistakes and studied their weaknesses.”

He spread out a simple map drawn on animal hide: "According to our investigation, these outsiders will rush in at any cost for those glowing 'signs'. Our scouts have spent a lot of time collecting many signs that the wizards have left behind or failed to find."

With a wave of his hand, several soldiers dumped a pile of scoreboards, each shimmering with various lights, onto the ground.

“These are our bait!” A ruthless glint flashed in the Scar Knights commander’s eyes. “We’ve scattered these point tokens across different areas, especially at the mouths of dangerous valleys, the edges of forests, and deep within caves.”

“My plan is simple: use these as bait to lure those wizard apprentices.”

"Send a small number of warriors as the first wave of contact to lure the apprentices deeper and wear them down. Then, have Oswald set traps in suitable terrain to defeat the attracted wizard apprentices one by one!"

“The power of wizards is limited; they cannot unleash such powerful magic for an extended period!” the shaman leader added. “Once their power is exhausted, and the energy of those ‘magical items’ is depleted, they are no different from ordinary people!”

"The first step is to reduce their numbers as much as possible, so that even if they discover the danger and choose to band together, it will be too late." The Scarred Knights Commander's voice turned cold, revealing ruthlessness.

"When necessary, we can assemble a massive army. With overwhelming numbers, we can crush all the apprentices who have entered this plane like insects!"

“For years, those wizards have been plundering everything from our plane. I will take it all back!” a young warrior added angrily.

"That's right, we not only want revenge, but we also want to take back everything that belongs to us!" The atmosphere in the council hall was ignited, and everyone's eyes gleamed with the flames of revenge.

"The only problem now is how do we ensure that those wizarding apprentices, upon sensing danger, don't flee but instead band together and launch an attack?"

Oswaldo said softly, his voice like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads: "Before they enter the spatial blockade I set, the initiative is in the hands of those wizard apprentices."

"Regarding this problem, there are only two approaches..." The Scarred Knights Commander lowered his head in deep thought. "First, we need bait; we need enough profit to tempt them. To do this, we need to send more people to find this kind of brand!"

"On the other hand, we need to make those wizard apprentices feel less threatened and make them underestimate our combat strength."

“We can divide all the warriors into several combat groups. Small groups will be responsible for ambushes and luring, while large groups will serve as reserves, ready to assemble and provide support at any time. Once the shaman apprentices are spotted, we will launch an attack immediately.” The shaman chief slammed his bone staff heavily on the ground.

"We don't seek a quick victory, but only to completely exhaust their strength and then reap their lives. Moreover, this way, the wizard apprentices will misjudge our numbers..."

With a concrete plan in mind, the group of people excitedly began to discuss it.

Our goal: Leave no one alive!

Finally, the leader of the Scarred Knights stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on the makeshift map illuminated by the firelight: "This world will be their graveyard!"

Everyone cheered loudly, and in this enthusiastic atmosphere, Oswaldo's smile seemed particularly eerie.

(End of this chapter)