Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree-Chapter 477: News

To Yala and the others, their fate is closely linked with Duke.

Whether emotionally or rationally, the better Duke develops, the better it is for them.

Duke glanced at the three slave creatures nearby, instructing them to disperse and no longer keep watch here.

He then spent a few days adjusting himself, also to adapt to his enhanced power.

This was because, after Duke exited and entered his own castle, he accidentally ripped off the doorknob when he opened the door.

It wasn’t because of poor quality of the doorknob, but because his physical strength had increased too much, and he had not yet adapted.

Duke realized he needed some time to adapt to his enhanced strength and Spiritual Power, or else he could easily hurt others, and it wouldn’t benefit future actual combat.

The enhancements from promotion are different from those from the Skill Tree; the attributes increased by the Skill Tree can be directly adapted to, without a period of adjustment.

However, the strength gained during promotion does not have this effect; it requires self-training to adapt.

Generally, others do not experience such significant enhancement upon promotion to Crystalized Wizard, which Duke subconsciously overlooked.

Once he noticed the issue, he spent a few more days in the Magic Laboratory, gradually adapting to his current strength.

The news of Duke’s successful promotion to Crystalized Wizard soon spread; after reporting it to Black Sail, almost everyone who knew him was aware of it.

After all, there were only so many people within Black Sail; after enough time, rumors circulated.

As a wizard with no background, Duke’s rapid rise from an ordinary person to this point attracted much attention.

Coupled with his status as a Level 1 Arcanist, staying low-key was tough.

Upon registering his promotion to Crystalized Wizard, the Giant Rock Commerce Association learned almost instantly and sent their congratulations.

During this period, he also learned that the war in the Devourer Plane had not yet ended, currently in a stalemate and bitter battle.

The indigenous beings of the Devourer Plane were very tenacious; their resistance was strong, and they had not yet conceded.

A being equivalent to Level 5 Life, called the Sage King, had emerged.

This Sage King convinced many Level 4 and Level 3 Awakened to band together, forming a highly formidable resistance force, posing a substantial challenge for the West Coast’s United Legion.

Nevertheless, the overall situation favored the Wizards United Legion, which had already controlled about three-fifths of the area, leaving the remaining regions a matter of time.

However, at this stage, it was often the most dangerous in a Plane War.

The indigenous beings of the Devourer Plane were nearly backed into a corner, and under such circumstances, they fought relentlessly.

Even a Level 3 Mage, or a Level 4 Mage, might fall.

Generally, in staunchly resistant planes like the Devourer Plane, the war’s outcome relied on top-tier forces rather than ordinary Level 1 or Level 2 Life.

Nonetheless, this was due to the Devourer Plane being a Middle Plane, with a substantial number of Level 4 Life, and even Level 5 Life.

Ordinary Low Planes wouldn’t reach this stage before being easily conquered by the Wizard Plane’s army.

If encountering a stronger Middle Plane, Level 6 Mages would be needed.

Once involving Level 6 Life battles, it was incredibly dangerous.

Level 6 Life battles were beyond the imagination of ordinary wizards, and even a Level 6 Mage wouldn’t guarantee victory, falling with a simple mistake.

Thus, the Wizard Plane rarely invaded powerful Middle Planes; the value of a Level 6 Mage surpassed that of many entire Middle Planes.

If they lost a Level 6 Mage to conquer a Middle Plane, it would be a substantial loss.

The Wizards United Legion had already arranged for most Level 1 and Level 2 Mages to return to the Wizard Plane to avoid the indigenous beings’ all-out annihilation.

Even Level 3 Mages exercised extreme caution, avoiding sudden attacks and personnel losses.

However, slave creatures were more numerous, spreading across the entire Devourer Plane.

The indigenous beings realized targeting slave creatures was meaningless, as wizards didn’t care for their deaths.

Upon learning this, they began targeting wizards with their attacks.

Although these actions had little effect overall, the disparity in both numbers and strength was too vast.

Reportedly, a Level 6 Mage had already gone to the Devourer Plane, and the Level 5 Awakened there dared not show themselves, only covertly leading the others in guerrilla warfare.

As for which Level 6 Mage it was, no accurate news was available.

Duke only briefly understood these situations without focusing too much, as he could not yet participate.

He naturally informed Vivian of his successful promotion to Crystalized; Vivian was still a Level 1 Gaseous Mage, which was considered normal progress.

Vivian felt happy for Duke but was recently not in a good mood.

"Father’s health has not been well lately..." Vivian said with some worry.

She maintained correspondence with her family, keeping track of the situation at home.

Duke and Vivian had left the Florence Continent for over five years; a short time for wizards but significant for ordinary people.

Most ordinary people lived only fifty to sixty years, and Earl Hardy, being over forty nearing fifty, was approaching this limit.

Earl Hardy’s health was deteriorating, and old hidden injuries from battles in his youth were becoming risks.

While they caused no problems when young, once aged and weakened, these injuries became severe.

Now, with any cold weather, Earl Hardy would cough incessantly, with his lungs aching as if pricked by needles.

Upon learning of this, Vivian naturally felt unsettled, continuously seeking ways to improve her father’s condition.

"I’ll purchase some items that should help with the Earl’s condition," Duke offered, despite being a Level 1 Crystalized Mage, still viewed Earl Hardy as an elder.

Without Earl Hardy’s help, he wouldn’t have reached the West Coast, let alone made it to where he was now.