Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree-Chapter 514: Retreat

Herbert’s words were clear and straightforward, directly pointing out the peace treaty once signed between the Wizards and the Sea Race.

The face of the Sea Race general changed, and a slight commotion arose among the warriors behind him.

What Herbert said was indeed true; the seas surrounding the Florence Continent have always been considered abandoned land by the Sea Race, with scarce resources, not worth deploying heavy troops to govern. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Their visit this time was more due to sensing the abnormal energy of the previous mother nest and the earth-shaking commotion when Herbert acted just now, coming to investigate. Upon seeing the precious Heart of the Insect Race, they instinctively wanted to rely on their Sea Race identity to claim it.

Exposed by Herbert regarding the treaty’s contents and being locked in by the unfathomable Level 3 Mage aura, the Sea Race general’s momentum weakened a bit.

Yet he still forced himself to say: "Even so, this thing was born in the ocean, is related to the ocean, it should naturally be handled by us who better understand the ocean..."

"It should be handled by those who cleared it." Herbert directly interrupted him, his tone still calm but carrying an undeniable decision, "I personally destroyed this mother nest, and it was my colleague who discovered and pinpointed it. In duty, reason, and agreement, its ownership has nothing to do with you."

"If you insist on violating the agreement and stirring up disputes, I don’t mind reporting this matter to the Wizard Council and having a good discussion with your Sea Race Royal Family. It’s just that I wonder if your royal family is willing to face diplomatic inquiries for this thing they once disregarded?"

Although the Sea Race has powerful forces, they once subtly held pressure over the Wizards.

But after thousands of years of development, Wizards are not what they used to be, possessing numerous sub-planes, with formidable strength.

Now the Sea Race has no confidence to wage war against the Wizards again, in fact, the Sea Race Royal Family is quite aware that the Wizards now are no longer something they can shake.

It’s just that the Wizards’ focus is now on the Endless Plane, and they don’t want to stir unrest in this plane, which wouldn’t benefit their development, thus being able to remain in peace with the Sea Race.

But if the Sea Race wants to initiate conflicts, the Wizards naturally will not hold back, an outcome unwanted and unbearable for the Sea Race.

Herbert’s words were like a heavy hammer, striking at the heart of every Sea Race member.

They did not doubt that if it came to blows, the Level 3 Mage present absolutely had the ability to leave them all there.

And once it escalated to a diplomatic level, indeed they held no justification, and the royal family definitely would not bear the pressure from the Wizard Council for such a trivial matter and limited resources.

The face of the Sea Race general changed unpredictably, eventually, he took a deep breath, letting seawater quickly pass through his gills, and slowly put down the trident pointing at Duke.

He gave Herbert a deep look, glanced again at the still pulsating Heart of the Insect Race, and said in a deep voice: "Let’s go!"

After saying this, he did not linger, leading his subordinates with a full heart of unwillingness and apprehension, swiftly disappearing into the dark sea.

Actually, they felt great pressure because Herbert had locked them with his aura, not constraining at all.

The Sea Race had a feeling that Herbert would strike and take them down the next moment.

With Herbert’s strength and status as a Level 3 Mage, even if he did take them down, it would probably end without any consequence.

The Sea Race Royal Family would not likely start a big conflict with the Wizards for such a small matter, at most, the Black Sail or the Wizard Council would give some symbolic compensation and end it.

Because similar minor frictions happen occasionally, there have been precedents long ago.

This group of Sea Race nearly fled the place, quickly disappearing without a trace.

Duke did not delay any longer, quickly stepped forward, and carefully put the pulsating Heart of the Insect Race filled with enormous life energy into the Space Ring.

With the core in hand, the strong energy fluctuations were isolated, and the sea finally returned to complete calm.

The roar of seawater flooding into the giant pit became the only background sound at the moment.

Herbert did not linger further, simply told Duke to leave, then took the lead to ascend toward the sea surface, Duke closely following.

Breaking out of the sea, they breathed the slightly salty air again, the afternoon sun was somewhat dazzling.

"Duke," Herbert floated in the air above the sea, speaking quickly, "the trouble here is temporarily resolved, but other places in the Florence Continent need cleaning. I must hurry to the next place, signs of new mother nest activity seem to have appeared there."

"Thank you, Lord Herbert, you take care." Duke responded seriously.

Herbert nodded slightly, and then the space around him blurred, as if he blended into the light, disappearing instantly.

After sending Herbert off, Duke did not delay either, summoned the Storm Dragon Eagle, took to the air, quickly heading toward Maple Hill County.

When he flew over the border between Maple Hill County and Silver County on the Storm Dragon Eagle, he immediately noticed a scene entirely different from when he left.

The insect swarms, which once surged like the tide impacting the defenses, had completely fallen into chaos.

Having lost the unified dispatch and commands from the mother nest consciousness, these Void Insect Race seemed like their souls were extracted, leaving only their most basic biological instincts.

They no longer formed effective attack formations, nor did they engage in purposeful coordinated combat.

The previously fearless charge, wave after wave, had turned into aimless wandering and mutual collisions, some Insect Race still instinctively moving forward but were easily crushed by the vigilant Rock Armor Heavy Army.

Meanwhile, some began to spin in place or frantically gnaw on the corpses of their kin, even worse, different species of Insect Race started fighting each other for food.

The locusts in the sky became disordered, no longer diving to attack the Crystal-back Ray Lizards but flying around like headless flies, some even crashing into each other and falling to the ground.

In front of the entire border defense, the oppressive feeling of suffocation vanished and was replaced by a primitive and savage chaos.

The Slave Creature Legion found it much easier to handle, Rock Armor Heavy Army only needed to hold the line, with the Crystal-back Ray Lizards and Blade-winged Demons efficiently clearing those unorganized, fighting individually Insect Races like target shooting and hunting.

"Indeed." Duke understood in his heart.

The destruction of the mother nest was a fatal blow to the Insect Race reliant on collective consciousness.

These remaining Insect Races were no longer a threat, cleaning them was just a matter of time.

This was also the deadly weakness of the Void Insect Race, once the mother nest was destroyed, these Void Insect Races posed almost no threat.

At least for lower-level Insect Races, if it were Insect Races with higher life levels, they might possess relatively strong self-action ability.