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Chapter 95 Future
"I really get overwhelmed by the choices."

Just listening to Marvin say that, Zellier was starting to lose control of his thoughts.

He could almost picture himself pushing open the door to the secret vault and selecting the treasures.

So many treasures!
"These are only a small part."

Marvin smiled.

"Only when you truly become an intermediate mage and enter the secret chamber will you understand the true depth of the Mage's Guild."

"I will definitely work hard to cultivate!" Zelier said firmly.

"I believe you."

Marvin placed his hand on Zelil's shoulder and gently squeezed it as if to encourage him.

"Keep up the good work. If you encounter any magical problems, feel free to come to me anytime."

"Yes, thank you, Professor Marvin."

Before we knew it, night had quietly fallen.

The bright full moon slowly rose from the eastern horizon, the daytime hustle and bustle had long since faded away, and the entire Mage Guild was shrouded in tranquility and peace.

Zellir strolled alone beside the artificial lake in the center of the guild.

A gentle evening breeze carries the chill of autumn, and the fluorite lamps along the roadside emit a soft glow, illuminating the path in a dreamlike way.

As the excitement and exhilaration of the day gradually faded, Zelier leaned against the stone railing by the lake, his gaze wandering as he began to ponder what would happen next.

This time, the training path described by Instructor Marvin is not like the one for advancing from a magic apprentice to a lower-level mage, where one can simply focus on intelligence.

Whether it's passing the magic test of the crystal pillar or mastering a level four multi-layered spell structure, both mental and intellectual abilities need to advance simultaneously; neither can be neglected.
"I just wonder what the attribute thresholds required to advance to intermediate mage will be..."

Zellier sighed softly.

His gaze continued to wander, from the shadowy spires of the ancient tower to the reflection of the stars and moon on the lake, and Zelier's heart became clear and calm.

The road ahead is clear, but the journey is long and arduous.

He stopped thinking about those unattainable things, and his gaze became focused and determined again.

"Keep going at your own pace, taking it one step at a time."

……

Greywood Forest.

In a devastated clearing in the woods, a bloody scene is unfolding.

A deer that had stepped into a trap lay in a pool of blood, but it was not yet completely dead. Its body was convulsing from pain and terror, and it was making weak moaning sounds.

The green bastards surrounding it found the noise too loud, so they simply raised their sticks and smashed them on the fawn's head with a "bang".

Red and white substances splattered everywhere, and the mournful cries abruptly ceased.

The goblins let out excited and greedy "caw caw" sounds, dancing and gesturing wildly on the spot.

Just as they were preparing to swarm and devour their hard-won prey, a huge orc goblin swaggered over from the side.

The surrounding skinny goblins fell silent upon seeing it, immediately making way for it like flies being shooed away, their expressions filled with fear.

The orc goblin walked up to the deer carcass, ignoring the drooling looks from its fellow orcs, and tore off the fattest hind leg, stuffing it into its mouth and chewing it dry.

Fresh blood dripped from the corner of its mouth. It ate with great satisfaction, stuffing its mouth with freshly torn venison and warm internal organs, feasting heartily.

The ordinary goblins could only stare helplessly, swallowing their saliva with gurgling sounds.

Finally, the orc goblin had eaten his fill. He casually tossed aside the clean bone in his hand, let out a satisfied burp, and left contentedly.

The remaining goblins, having endured for so long, couldn't wait any longer and crowded around the mangled deer carcass, starting to fight over the food.

But they were unaware that a deadly threat had quietly locked onto its target.

The orc goblin lay lazily on the ground, basking in the sun and digesting his food, feeling drowsy. Just then, a dazzling blue light swept out, bursting forth without warning from the bushes a dozen meters away!

Arcane Missiles!

The blue light struck with incredible speed, and before the orc goblin could react, it was hit squarely in the chest!

"Boom!!!"

A violent explosion rang out, and the orc goblin didn't even have time to scream before its chest was torn apart by the violent arcane energy.

Large chunks of flesh, shattered internal organs, and charred bone fragments scattered like fireworks!
"very good!"

Zellir clenches his fist in celebration from the bushes.

The sneak attack was successful.

The goblins, who were still scrambling to eat, were stunned by this sudden scene and stood frozen in place.

Their impoverished minds couldn't comprehend what was happening before their eyes. How could such a powerful orc goblin in the tribe be instantly killed by a single spell?!

Humans have come in droves to wipe us out?!
Fear was the first reaction that struck them, and the goblins instinctively wanted to turn and run.

However, they stopped moving when they saw the attackers.

Only one human emerged from the bushes; no other companions appeared.

A magician... a lone magician!
The goblin's ferocious nature immediately took over its mind.

"Gah! Waaa waaa!"

(There's only one human!)

"Chirp chirp, snore!"

(Kill him! Eat his flesh!)

The nine goblins immediately reached a consensus. They roared and howled, brandishing their crude weapons, and charged towards Zeril!

"what……"

Zellir gave a cold smile. "Instead of running away, you're actively approaching me?"

He held up the ash wood substrate in his hand.

Wind Blade Technique!
Invisible blades flashed out in an instant. Zelier released magic at an extremely high frequency, and the short distance of just over ten meters felt like the line between life and death.

As they charged, the five goblins at the front were cut in half one after another by the wind blades. They screamed and fell to the ground, not even managing to touch the hem of Zeril's clothes!

The remaining four goblins finally rushed up to Zeril, almost touching him!
The murderous glint in their eyes grew increasingly cruel!

We have four of us... and the opponent is a mage who becomes extremely weak in close combat...

can win!

One of the most cunning goblins quietly circled around to Zelil's back.

It leaped up suddenly, raised its studded club high, and smashed it down with all its might directly at the back of Zellir's head.

However, at that very moment, a layer of flowing mist suddenly appeared around Zellir.

"boom!"

The goblin's swing of its club felt like it had struck a ball of cotton; it couldn't exert any force at all, and its immense power was deflected by a strange, gentle force.

Mist and air!

"The effect is not bad..."

Zellier chuckled softly.

He inserted the ash wood base into his waistband, then drew the slender sword from his left side and spun around to slash!

(End of this chapter)