Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree-Chapter 454: The Finale of the Buren Continent

Chapter 454: Chapter 454: The Finale of the Buren Continent

As the leader of the Mountain People was smashed in the chest by a punch from the Bone-armored Giant Ape and fell unwillingly, the last will to resist within Giant Rock Grip completely collapsed.

The battle quickly reached its finale.

With the loss of their leader and most elite warriors, the remaining Mountain People were either torn apart by slave creatures in despair or captured in exhaustion, their faces bereft of color, eyes losing their sparkle.

The wizards of the Seventh Squadron began clearing the battlefield, counting battle losses, and detaining prisoners.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and sulfur; the once perilous valley was now filled with debris, the rocks shattered, the barriers collapsed.

After half a day of rest, Catherine issued new orders.

"The cleansing task is confirmed complete. Seventh Squadron, depart immediately for Black Iron Fortress for rest and mission reporting."

Black Iron Fortress is also a city recently conquered by the United Legion, located in the central region of the Buren Continent, and has now become a vital logistical node and forward base for the Legion in the area.

Many cities like Ash City and Black Iron Fortress exist; when the natives of Buren Continent could no longer organize effective united resistance forces, they were defeated by the United Legion one by one.

No city-state can withstand the sweeping advance of the Wizard United Legion alone, and many areas of the Buren Continent have now been divided by the United Legion, leaving the independent city-states no chance to unite.

The United Legion offers no opportunity for them to unite and consolidate their forces again, as numerous key roads have been cut off and controlled by the Legion.

These city-states gradually became isolated islands, being conquered one by one was only a matter of time.

Some city-states have even begun to surrender voluntarily, realizing that the Wizard United Legion does not massacre and accepting the surrender.

Being marked as a slave is better than death; this is the thought of many, or rather a forced choice.

They have recognized the strength of the Wizard Civilization, many feel despair, believing there’s no possibility of victory.

Rather than resisting to the death, it’s better to surrender voluntarily.

This has led to numerous internal conflicts among the natives of the Devourer Plane, with pro-war and pro-surrender factions emerging, leading to many clashes or even wars.

This has added a further burden to the already fragmented interior of the Devourer Plane, making the Wizard United Legion’s advance even easier.

In the Giant Rock Grip Valley, the Seventh Squadron was gathering, prisoners were being driven roughly by slave creatures.

Duke gave one last look at the now desolate valley of Giant Rock Grip; its secrets were no longer his concern, the Mountain People’s ancestral heritage had been completely severed by their arrival.

Five floating airships slowly landed on the relatively flat ground outside the valley, the metallic hulls gleaming with a cold sheen, engines humming lowly.

The Seventh Squadron escorted the prisoners onto the airships.

The airships ascended, soaring over the imposing peaks of the Black Wind Mountains.

Through the porthole, vast stretches of land ravaged by war could be seen below, occasionally spotting small army units clearing away remaining resistance forces, or massive golems building roads and fortresses, showcasing the powerful devouring grip of the Wizard Legion over this continent.

Hours later, the silhouette of a city appeared on the horizon.

It was not the imagined style of the Buren Continent’s natives, but showed clear signs of transformation.

Towering black metal city walls replaced the original stone walls, lined with watch towers and magic-guided cannons.

A translucent energy shield covered the city, clearly a large protective Witch Array.

Several massive floating docks hovered on the side of the city, with airships constantly taking off and landing.

This was Black Iron Fortress, a city fully conquered and transformed by the Wizard Legion.

The airship landed at a designated floating dock, the cabin door opened, a chaotic yet oppressive atmosphere rushing in.

The air mixed with coal smoke, energy, unfamiliar spices, and a faint hint of blood.

On the streets, wizards in black robes hurried along, groups of native laborers controlled by Slave Marks worked numbly under the foremen’s whips, various forms of slave creatures either led or caged, waiting for sale.

The traces of warfare had not yet entirely faded, but a new, cruel order was forcibly embedded.

Once Duke and his group arrived here, they had little time for rest.

Because it was the busiest time, with most manpower needed, though large allied forces no longer appeared on the Buren Continent, the war had turned into small wars across various city-states and villages.

Duke and his group only rested for a day before receiving new tasks.

In the days that followed, they were no longer confined to exterminating stubborn tribes hiding in the depths of the mountains but more involved in the direct offensives against city-states that hadn’t surrendered or were still wavering.

Amidst the smoke and the glow of magic, Duke witnessed the brutal siege of tall city walls and participated in raids on elite Awakened squads, and engaged in fierce battles with frenzied native armies in outdoor encounters.

War is a cruel grindstone, rapidly grinding everyone’s naivety.

The young wizards of the Seventh Squadron initially retained some immaturity, but after experiencing multiple complex wars, they gradually matured.

They learned how to better use their strength in combat, not merely confining themselves to laboratory research stages.

In this moment, they finally realized that the research they conducted in laboratories was fundamentally to be used to kill the enemy.

If before they could only utilize thirty percent of their strength, now they could exert sixty or seventy percent.

This is the honing effect of plane wars, combat is the fastest way to grow.

The entire war situation on Buren Continent, as planned by the United Legion’s high command, is inevitably moving towards an end.

One isolated city-state after another fell under the overwhelming strength disparity.

Those who stubbornly resisted often faced devastating blows on the day their city fell.

Meanwhile, those who chose to surrender were quickly marked as slaves, integrated into the efficient yet cold warfare machine of the Wizard Civilization, becoming new laborers or auxiliary armies.

The voice of the pro-war faction grew ever weaker, eventually wholly subsiding under the conquerors’ iron heel.

After eight months, starting from the forced breach of Toulouse’s city walls to the final clearing of all organized resistance, the Buren Continent, the extensive and abundant main continent of the Devourer Plane, finally completely prostrated under the Wizard United Legion’s boots.

The clamor of war gradually quieted, replaced by the rumble of occupied zone reconstruction and the chant of slave laborers.

The massive legion began recovery and reorganization, requiring immediate dispatch to support other continents after stabilizing the situation on Buren Continent.

But none of these matters concerned Duke anymore.