A Sorcerer's Journey, 2

by Flying White Egrets

  "That many?" Bethany became hesitant. "The secrets about the badges have been revealed in here. Collecting them is almost impossible. I have some spare ones but 72 is too many and I’ve promised others to leave some for them. "

  Glenn nodded casually. According to Varo, a badge was worth 1,000 magical stones. Thus 72 badges would equal 72,000, which was an astronomical figure. Bethany didn’t push Glenn on this and she was not good at polite words. Therefore she simply turned away and left in big strides, followed by some others. Indeed, she didn’t recognize many students’ ability judged by the scope of her followers.

  Everyone in the center point was busy preparing for the final battle. Stronger students were recruiting allies and followers, while the weaker ones were forming some smaller leagues. The atmosphere had gotten intense in this crater.

  While the 12th section was outnumbered by the 15th section, having only half as many students as their enemy, but generally, they could rout them in terms of sorceries.

  So, unless the 12th section made some critical mistakes, their enemy stood no chance of winning. But the 19th section would also have to try to seize that slim chance to win. If they lost, it would result in a culling of their own students. The remaining would be the elites of the elites and the downsizing purpose would be achieved.

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  The members who were in the crater were gathered for a meeting.

  "You really wanna do this alone?" Alastair scowled. "You won’t contribute much in that decisive battle, and it’d be difficult to amass badges in large quantities. It’s better for us to cooperate. Although I can’t say I’d favor you much with the trophies, I’ll promise you 20 badges."

  At the time, there were only four elders in this resource point—Alastair, Lafite, Som, and Berg, along with 70 or 80 ordinary members.

  Berg added. "You should join us, Glenn. Our league is formed recently. Except for Alastair, Sam, and others of the top ten, there’s no real strong people, and that’s why we have to be united. This will be our strength and with that, this league will grow. That's right ... in any case, Glenn, I do not have enough coupons for that reward badge. For the league, I’m personally willing to give you five badges of mine, what do you think? "

  Berg's words were awe-inspiring. Most members in the rally were moved. Berg was a venerable elder in the league and he was willing to give up five of his badges to Glenn! It had been said that some people had been privately selling the badges for eight to nine thousand magic stones apiece.

  The members then turned to gaze at Glenn. If Glenn remained "selfish" and showed no regard for the league, then he would be a very ungrateful person. After all, the league was giving him so much of its possible benefits, no less even compared to the elders, not to mention Berg’s personal favor.

  But Alastair and Sam grimaced. Alastair knew Glenn was worth more than Berg had promised him. But he was not willing to admit that Glenn was even stronger than himself in front of the members of the league. He was a pivotal man in the league and he would not lower himself by doing that. As for the immortal Sam, the strongest student at the time of the freshmen trial, he of course didn’t say anything to this "preferential treatment". He wouldn’t argue for Glenn at all despite the fact that he had learned that Glenn had defeated Kyrie and that he had been regarding Glenn as his match in terms of sorcery.

  At this time, Glenn was sitting behind Lafite, his eyes behind the mask focusing on the people around him. Their expectant expressions on their faces were telling him that if he refused to take the offer, then he would be a traitor or something like that.

  Glenn hesitated, wavered in his choices. "Am I being selfish to not join them?"

  Lafite leered, attracting all of the attention in the house. They watched her, someone who had not shown herself in the past few years. This pretty, sharp-tongued, and sometimes despicable woman.

  "Contribute to the league? Don’t you remember why this league was established?" Lafite scanned the crowd and sneered.

  Berg stared at her, his anger seething. Seeing that she was not going to put in good words for Glenn to join, but was going to justify Glenn’s hesitation, his anger broke.

  "Lafite, they’re scared by you. But I’m not. Say what you were gonna."

  Lafite squinted. "As I said, why was this league formed in the ship?"

  "It’s established to help those helpless students in the ship, to unite them for a better chance to survive in the Black Isotta." Alastair interjected in a firm voice.

  Lafite eyed him and then turned to face the crowd. She then said fearlessly. "Thus, the league exists for the good of its members! It provided some benefits to Glenn in the beginning, like offering him the job in the library in return for some stones, selling him materials at a discount...but he paid his membership dues. He owes nothing to the league." She then continued. "Now the league is not able to assist in his personal development, then why can’t he pursue his development on his own? Besides, he’s not an elder, and he’s never been treated like one so he doesn’t have those duties you just asked."

  Berg glared. "You..." Although he was in extreme anger. He was not able to retort.

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  Chapter83 Badge Collecting

  The final battle was on as the students from the two sides had expected.

  The 12th section’s strengths defenses-wise were obvious——the interjections laid criss-cross on the ground, the protective screen formed by the hills, the individual students’ better skills, traps set up and the undercover students in the enemy’s camp. And they could send the Protectors more.

  But the war was not going with a landslide victory for the 12th section and unexpectedly...the 15th had gotten the upper hand, and the 12th was reduced to passive defense. The reason boiled down to the lesser students and near non-existent unity.

  The 19th possessed the advantage of larger number of students and formed unified teams during operations both offensively and defensively, under the command of strong leadership, as compared to the 12th where separated and fragmented groups of students engaged in guerrilla wars. They would focus their heavy firepower on the charging enemies and even the strongest coalition on the 12th retreated when under attack and relied on the interjections for a passive defensive.

  The sorceries casted and the resulting swirling elemental fluctuations were overwhelming, just like a raging storm.

  At levels that had not reached the point where qualitative change had taken place, the students were "students" after all, and even the legendary ones, when surrounded by a large mass of enemies, would stand little chance of surviving.

  Rustling sounds were heard…

  Several students flew onto the sky and encountered swift turns of directions as magic lights shot up at them. Afterwards, a rumbling explosion occurred, and the shooting from the ground had ceased.

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  Glenn was alone standing in a dwarf mountain, and no one noticed his calm expression in this chaos. But as the circumstances of this battle grew more intense, Glenn couldn’t help but become slightly surprised.

  The 12th who excelled in small-scale conflicts was being suppressed in this war to a state of passive defense, relying on territoriality and traps among others. As long as a slight movement was detected, they would come under concentrated fire by the 19th, and those targeted would immediately turn into a tailed turtle, hiding in a wide range of overlapping interjections, committing to sporadic counter-attacks.

  Glenn suddenly gained some insights regarding this.

  Tower of Seven Rings had guided their students to be trained as two camps——the Bright sorcerers and the Dark ones, and its purpose was to adapt to small-scale conflicts and large ones for when wars would be waged against the foreign worlds.

  In other words, the Bright ones would constitute the regular attack troops while the Dark ones would be the elite, squad who would perform certai
n special tasks.

  Thus analyzed, if I finally manage to become a demon hunter of the Tower of Seventh Rings, I would be partitioned to either Bright or Dark then.

  The Bright sorcerers would maximize the advantages of this training and would form a larger, more numerous and more capable, cooperative, super regular army. As for the Dark, they would play their combat capabilities to the extreme, and become Black Demon Hunters, which of course had nothing in common with the Black Sorcerers.

  A whizz sound was heard...

  Two 19th students who were in flight noticed Glenn standing alone on a hillside, and the eyes of one of them turned fierce. That student suddenly crossed his hands and turned around, attempting to flee on his Whirlwind wings.

  A student astray was either a dumb guy, or a top sorcerer student with almighty abilities, and this mentality explained the behavior of the fleeing student. If Glenn was stupid, then killing him easily was not worthwhile, but if he was strong, there was no need to fight with him at all.

  Boom!

  A fire shield suddenly appeared in front of this "dull" student, and the force produced instantly broke the Whirlwind of the fleeing student as Glenn’s pair of calm eyes behind his mask stared at him.

  "Sure enough, a strong one. Get back to our camp quickly!" Then the two students flew towards their camp, daring not to delay.

  From the other side, Glenn watched.

  That attacker’s attack degree was about 90 degrees. Usually it would require 40 points of mental strength to stimulate 80 points of basic magic power, then he must pull off a 11-12 times of lever power to control the energy level.

  Such students were aplenty in almost every school——they had little talent and wisdom, but had made solid steps along the way of drawing upon from their predecessors.

  I’m gonna get him. Just for the badge. I have no role to play in this large-scale conflict. This plan may seem dangerous, but it is actually the safest way to go. "

  Glenn suddenly held out one hand, and while calculating the complex formula of the forces of attraction and repulsion, the space around his body began to distort for a moment and then he reappeared in the air tens of meters away.

  "Pull!"

  Glenn shouted toward the sorcerer who was fleeing on his whirlwind. The next moment, a gust of gravitational force began to pull that student backwards, disabling his pair of wings and reducing his speed to a crawling turtle.

  The student turned his head around, face aghast, and strained to see through Glenn’s mask.

  "Sanjay!" The other student screamed as she came back to the trapped student.

  "Amy, get away. He is among the top ten of the 12th." He flapped his wings violently so as to not be pulled back to Glenn.

  "No…" Amy clutched onto Sanjay’s hands, trying to get him out of the swirl.

  Glenn made another twist of space and came off a couple of meters away from the couple, and said coldly. "Why not you both stay?"

  A spectacularly fast pillar of ice stroke towards the female’s chest but was stopped by a green shield. However, before this female student had time to respond further, with a flash of the thunder force of the ice pillar, the shield had been broken like an egg falling on the ground, and then the ice pillar impaled the female’s chest.

  "No!"

  Sanjay shouted in despair as he stared at the falling body.

  Glenn was unmoved.

  The distance between them was very close, so as Glenn pulled in his full strength, Sanjay’s body was involuntarily drawn to Glenn.

  Glenn’s body constitution had become so strong that if he pinched his neck, then Sanjay would be dead.

  A moment later, after Glenn had remembered Sanjay’s physical information, he was about to do the killing. However, this male who was suffocating, with eyes full of anger, continued to slap at Glenn with both hands despite the fact that the damage so weak to the point of tickling.

  Being curious, Glenn slightly relaxed his arm.

  "Cough, cough, cough!"

  After three consecutive coughs, the male student shouted: "You bastard, you killed..."

  Glenn shook his head disappointedly. "You were just trying to curse me? If cursing can kill others and protect yourself, then why do we have to go through those cruel trials in the 12th section? You are boring...If I was the one who had lost, would you curse yourself like that?"

  Glenn snapped the male’s neck, and threw him to the ground.

  A shadow streaked to the ground. After a crashing sound, a mixture of flesh and blood appeared on the ground.

  "Am I a bastard?" Glenn shook his head. Then his features began to change slowly with the help of his dissimilation sorcery and gradually his face became exactly like Sanjay’s. "Such a child. It’s war we are talking about. It is fair to kill."

  War was indeed not something that Glenn could do anything about.

  "What?" Glenn turned around and saw a translucent guy in the distance who seemed to have seen Glenn "turn". He was dumbfounded as Glenn discovered him as he was just about to attack Glenn, and this time fled at full speed.

  "If you’ve seen it, then why not leave the badge!"

  Glenn whisked his hand and a fire bat appeared on his fingertips. Then accelerated by the strong repulsive force, the fire sped into red blur.

  Boom!

  A heat wave scattered in the distance.

  The next moment, the translucent figure had caught on fire and was falling as he screamed.

  Glenn's forces of attraction and repulsion could not only expand the range of fire bat attack but also its speed. And this property would apply to most of his sorceries.

  Taking off the Ashen mask, Glenn revealed Sanjay’s appearance. He then picked up the badges from the three corpses, and also dealt with the problem of clothing.

  "Glenn" would then go to the 19th and collect his badges.

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  Chapter84 The Heart of a “Black Sorcerer”

  Glenn had quietly left the main battlefield and was leaving for "his camp".

  At this moment, after a burst of amazing magical fluctuations in the sky over the battlefield, the Protectors of the 12th had finally been sent! They were code-named Night Owl, Vampire Bat, Grim Crow, Carrion-Eating Vulture...

  The 16 Protectors all had clear targets, and were going for the five core leaders in the 19th, leaving behind a trailing large stretch of space waves. That was three Protectors, equivalent of a level one Lianti sorcerer, for one leader.

  In concert with these Protectors, the passive 12th students stepped out of their interjections and rushed to the 19th who began to show signs of their formation crumbling. It appeared to be a dramatic reversal of situation.

  On the other side.

  The remaining Protectors at the 19th were also dispatched——Wind Civet Cat, Red Swan, Moonlit Rabbit, Six-winged Crane, Greedy Dragon Pig, and Mud Goblin...

  The decisive battle between the two parties reached a climax almost instantaneously with the advent of these Protectors!

  Like a drop of hot oil landing into ice water, the calm situation suddenly turned turbulent. The Protectors along with the students dashed for these five leaders desperately. Fights between Protectors, between Protectors and students, and between students. A real chaotic bloodbath.

  However, as the battle turned into a melee, the 12th was beginning to occupy an absolute superiority again...

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  Ignorant of the war going on, Glenn disguised as Sanjay, and flew to the 20 resource points of the 20 Drops of Blood at an unbelievable speed.

  Half a day later.

  "Where are you from? How come you came back from the battlefield?" A student at one resource point shouted at Glenn, his hand holding up a magic wand.

  Since Glenn was camouflaged as Sanjay, he had done his homework and as he was just about to elaborate on a set of lies, a female who seemed to be familiar with Sanjay shouted
in surprise: "Sanjay? Why did you come back alone? Where is Amy?"

  The female student looked very cute. She had an appearance which was very similar to Bionna. Just so pure, cute, innocent! Her golden wave-like curly hair framed her white skin, a pair of bright big eyes akin to crystals, gleaming lips slightly tilted, and with a little baby fat on her face.

  However, this girl was fundamentally different to Bionna.

  This girl seemed to have no pretense, and gave a feeling of purity like the blossoming spring flowers in the sunshine, with the sweetest smile on her face that seemed capable of lowering the guard of anyone.

  She ran down the resources point and came to Glenn’s side.

  The other students who were in charge of the fringe patrol saw Glenn was recognized, so they became relaxed and turned away, regarding him as one of their own.

  Glenn’s clothes had been deliberately ragged. He looked at this carefree, innocent girl, trying to control his feigned sadness, choking: "Amy is dead..."

  Glenn did not say much to not to be given away by his accent.

  Obviously, this simple and lovely little girl did not have the slightest suspicion about him. She became sad, reflecting the emotion in her heart.

  The girl’s eyes turned red, shedding tears. She then choked. "Sanjay, Amy is not gonna die in vain, and we will win this war! Amy will be avenged! Those bloody cruel dark students of the 12th will get their punishment!"

  Glenn nodded, wearing an appearance of exaggerated sadness, but he did not say another word.

  "What? They are using fire spar and thunder rock to make interjections? That’s a miraculous idea." Glenn watched as the students were laying down interjections.

  Glenn was startled. The 19th wasn’t as prepared as the 12th and they were not arming themselves with something like interjections. Yet these seemingly stupid students could use simple magical tools to create some. They used local materials and that was brilliant.