Another World: The Failed Magician

As time passed, the sun gradually set, and night slowly enveloped the vast plain. The carriage traveling alone in the darkness appeared somewhat lonely. After handing Mo Yun over to Bilus, White's somewhat conflicted heart was temporarily relieved. Now he had to think about how to resolve the situation in the Caenlai region. The intelligence he had was that the Winter family, in alliance with some other smaller families in the Caenlai region, had attacked the ruling building. Fortunately, the governor himself had escaped danger with the help of a Martial King. According to the intelligence brought by the governor, the Winter family had gathered two Martial Kings, a Grand Magister, and a private army of about 20,000 men, and now controlled the Caenlai region.

The governor responded quickly after the incident, contacting the local garrison and organizing a regular army of about 50,000 men to suppress the rebellion.

The only problem now is that the three high-level combatants from the Winter family can't be dealt with. That's why the regular army organized by the governor hasn't set out yet. Since the problem is obvious, the solution is also simple: White just needs to eliminate the three high-level combatants from the Winter family.

However, White obtained some additional information about the matter from his old friend Karl, which suggested that the Silver Dragon Empire was behind the rebellion. This forced White to reconsider the situation carefully.

Just as White was still pondering, a dazzling red beam of light flew from afar and struck the carriage where Dean White was. Instantly, a huge explosion resounded throughout the plain, and the thick smoke from the explosion covered the spot where the carriage had just been.

Far from the plains, two figures stood. A massive magic circle was drawn beneath their feet; clearly, the red beam of light they had just witnessed was created by this circle. The two men stared at the thick smoke rising from the plains. One of them, a young man in a red mage's robe, spoke first: "Patriarch, do you think we've dealt with him?" The elderly man in armor beside him shook his head: "Whether we succeeded or not, we should leave."

"Huh? Don't we need to confirm whether he's dead or alive?"

"Do as I say, kid."

"Sigh. That's a real shame. Those guys provided top-notch materials; this magic array should be the most powerful one I've ever created. And yet I haven't even been able to personally verify its effectiveness."

"Once it's done, you can have as many materials as you want." With that, the old man quickly retreated in the opposite direction from the plain. Seeing this, the young man had no choice but to follow closely behind.

Just as the two set off, an immense pressure suddenly descended upon them. The old man reacted swiftly, drawing his sword and unleashing the aura of a Martial King, instantly dispelling the pressure that was hurtling towards them.

The young man beside him also reacted. He raised his red staff and began chanting a spell. Instantly, a massive amount of fire elementals gathered around him, and they could be vaguely seen gradually forming the shape of a dragon.

Just then, a figure resembling a giant bear suddenly appeared in front of the man and punched him as he was chanting a spell.

At the critical moment, the old man in armor, sword in both hands, stood in front of the man, his silver-white sword gleaming with a deep black light as he met the incoming fist.

Seeing the fist hurtling towards him, the old man couldn't help but sneer inwardly. The other party was so reckless, charging at him with his bare body. His silver-white sword was a genuine Martial King level weapon, capable of easily severing the physical body of a Martial King of the same level.

But when the two collided, the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere that the old man had imagined did not happen. Instead, he was thrown backward by the force, taking the young man who was chanting a spell with him and interrupting the spell he was chanting.

The old man quickly drew his sword and stood up again, but looking at the imposing figure in the moonlight, he couldn't help but tremble. Is this... really just a Martial King?

The young man who was sent flying with him was not so lucky. Because his spellcasting was interrupted, he suffered a severe backlash. He lay on his side on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, White walked up to the two men. The old man only dared to raise his sword tremblingly towards White, but he had no fighting spirit at all.

Looking at the two disheveled people before him, White said expressionlessly, "You are Winter Mel, the current head of the Winter family, right?"

The old man nodded shakily.

After receiving an affirmative answer from the old man, White didn't say anything more, and punched the two of them with his fists clenched.

Just then, a deep black dagger slashed through the night, pointing directly at Dean White's back.

Dean White also sensed a great crisis at this moment. The fist that was originally about to smash the old man suddenly changed direction and smashed into the dark black dagger behind him.

The dagger was sent flying through the air, caught by a dark figure. The figure landed smoothly, glanced at the dagger in his hand, and said in a sinister voice, "As expected of someone hailed as the strongest under the Holy One, these small fry are no match for you!"

The man in black robes was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he boldly started chatting: "Campbell White was called the number one person under the Holy One 20 years ago. Now that I see him, he truly lives up to his reputation."

As he spoke, the man shifted his gaze to Dean White's hands, and seeing the blood flowing from them, he continued with a hint of excitement, "Tell me, if you were to die here today, how much would my ranking in the Assassin's Guild rise?"

Hearing the arrogant words of the man in black robes, Dean White clenched his fists and calmly said, "You won't know, because you'll die here tonight."

Having finished speaking, the burly figure vanished in a blur, while the real Dean White appeared behind the black-robed man, throwing a punch at him. The black-robed man, however, dodged Dean White's attack with a swift and unpredictable movement, then lightly leaped backward to create distance between himself and Dean White.

At that very moment, Dean White followed up and punched the man in black robes. But the instant he hit him, Dean White sensed something was wrong. The impact felt like hitting a cotton ball, not a person.

Just then, the black-robed man who had been struck turned into a pool of black water and wrapped around Dean White's arm.

Dean White gave a powerful jolt, instantly shaking off the black water that was wrapping around his hands. At that moment, the black-robed man who should have been hit was standing in front of Dean White, playing with the black dagger in his hand.

Dean White looked at the man in black robes, his eyes filled with an indescribable solemnity.

As the man in black robes approached Dean White with uncanny gait, he said, "Dean White! Remember this, the person who will kill you today is the third on the assassin's list, Bed Cole."

......

Inside a dilapidated wooden hut, a blue-haired girl was writing something on a table by the dim light of an oil lamp, her expression grave. Beside her sat a similarly blue-haired boy, seemingly dozing off. A closer look revealed a striking resemblance between the two.

The girl was engrossed in writing something when the blue-haired boy suddenly opened his eyes, a move that caught her attention.

The girl asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

The young man spoke with a solemn expression: "There are at least two Martial Kings and one Archmage fighting on the Lun'er Plain not far away. I can sense the aura of their battle."

"How could this happen? At this time?" The girl pondered, holding her pen.

“Karl’s letter said that he has already sent reinforcements to help us.”

The girl nodded: "That must mean the people who came to our aid have clashed with the Winter family."

"What do you mean? Do you need my help?"

"Okay! Brother, be careful. If things go wrong, prioritize your own safety."

After the boy left, the girl's expression became even more somber.

After walking some distance from the wooden house, the boy unleashed his full power and sped towards the Lun'er Plain.

Just after the boy had been walking for a while, a black vine suddenly shot up from the ground and rushed towards him. The boy quickly pulled out a long sword from his spatial ring, and with a flash of light, the vine was instantly cut in half.

At the same time, a figure dressed in black robes and holding a staff, and a burly man wielding a giant axe emerged from the darkness.

The boy looked at the two men with a solemn expression. He recognized the burly man wielding the giant axe as another Martial King of the Winter family besides the patriarch. The black vines from earlier were clearly released by the figure beside him, who was probably a Grand Magister. As for the purpose of the two men appearing here, it was self-evident: they did not want him to interfere in the battle on the plains.

"It seems the reinforcements Karl called in are also likely to meet a bad end." The boy thought to himself, and at the same time, he held his long sword horizontally in front of him and charged towards the two figures in front of him without saying a word.

Seeing the boy rushing over, the man in black robes waved his staff, and a jet-black sheep-shaped creature appeared in front of him. The sheep-like creature looked at the boy, and instantly countless black vines rose from the ground and rushed towards the boy. The burly man holding a giant axe was not idle either. Taking advantage of this moment, he instantly circled behind the boy and used his giant axe to fiercely chop at the boy.

Faced with this situation, the boy remained calm and composed. With a flash of blue light, the blue blade in his hand instantly shredded all the vines. At the same time, the boy turned around and slashed at the burly man with his longsword. The giant axe and the longsword collided, and the giant axe's power seemed to be slightly inferior. The burly man was forced back a step by the boy.

In that instant, the vines that the boy had cut off grew back and lunged at him menacingly.

The three of them instantly became entangled in a fierce battle, and the boy, fighting two against one, was not at all at a disadvantage.