pertwk Chapter 143 Slaughter
Chapter 143 Slaughter
Chapter 143 Slaughter
A luxurious carriage travels through the woods.
It slowly came to a stop.
Ian stepped down first, followed by Renee.
Looking ahead, there is a clearing in the woods that is about several dozen acres in size, with a large cluster of buildings scattered here, resembling a small town.
Outside the town, a number of wizards from various schools of thought had gathered, along with small teams from the schools' combat departments.
There was indeed a so-called Green Field Wizard Family. Ian watched as a wizard dressed in different clothes led a dozen wizards in negotiations in front.
Ian got out of the car.
Wizards from various schools turned their gazes towards him, and the Greenfield Wizard strode forward, a smile on his face, saying, "You must be Minister Ian. I am Gavin Greenfield, the vice-patriarch of the Greenfield family. The patriarch is already waiting for you inside!"
Upon hearing this...
Ian's eyebrows had already risen.
The Green Fields family is really disrespectful; they really think it's still the Black Stone School era!
"Okay, then I'll have to have a good talk with him later."
Ian looked at Gavin.
Seeing Ian's reaction, Gavin's eyes flashed with a hint of sarcasm.
I had heard long ago that this new minister only became minister because he became Horton's apprentice, and his strength was only that of a third-class wizard apprentice.
You can tell from his personality that he's easy to fool.
It might reduce the share of resources significantly.
Thinking this to himself, Gavin's smile grew even brighter: "Of course, our Green Fields family has always wanted to integrate into the Horton School of Wizardry, but there may have been a misunderstanding. I believe that with Minister Ian's arrival, all misunderstandings will be cleared up."
"please!"
He turned to the side and reached out his hand.
Ian walked straight ahead, with Renee still following beside him.
The wizard in the combat division was a third-class wizarding apprentice named Logan Dalton, who led a dozen or so wizards in the combat division.
They just stood outside, seemingly not ready to go in.
Ian was not surprised by this.
To his surprise, he spotted an old acquaintance in the crowd: Rune.
"Logistics Minister, Ian."
In the combat squad, as Ian walked past, Rune gripped his staff tightly.
His eyes were filled with complexity.
I thought he would quickly surpass Ian once he joined the combat division.
But reality is cruel. He is now only a second-class wizard apprentice, while Ian is not only a third-class wizard apprentice, but also the Minister of Logistics and Horton's student.
Their identities are no longer comparable.
"But how are you going to handle this this time?"
A complex look flashed in Rune's eyes.
Before they came, they had all been ordered by Ronan that they absolutely could not help Ian this time.
He was alone.
How could it possibly be handled?
He shook his head. Even in negotiations, strength matters, and Ian alone couldn't suppress the other side.
The leader of the Green Field Clan on the other side is a complete sly old fox.
They don't buy into that concept of status.
the other side.
Ian was led into the Greenfield Wizard Family.
Along the way, they encountered wizards from the Greenfield family, and Ian could see the hostility in their eyes.
Naked.
Although Renee knew they wouldn't actually hurt her, she still felt a chill run down her spine.
This scene.
Can Ian keep this under control?
He turned to look at Ian, only to find him still calm, as if nothing had happened.
soon.
They arrived at the very center of the wizard town, in a huge building that was now open.
There were dozens of wizard apprentices standing inside.
The two leading wizards were an elderly wizard and a bald wizard, both third-class wizard apprentices, with the former having clearly been promoted for a long time.
"Orion, patriarch of the Greenfield Wizarding Family, welcome, sir."
The old wizard stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Ian.
"Vice Chieftain, Summers," the bald wizard bowed and said.
"Ian Green!"
Ian said calmly.
"Since you've come from afar, why don't you sit down inside and chat?" Orion said with a smile.
"Can."
Ian nodded.
Soon, the group sat down inside the building, where two huge sofas were placed on either side.
Ian sat on one side, while Renee stood beside him.
On one side sat Orion, flanked by two deputy clan chiefs, with a dozen or so second-class wizard apprentices behind them.
"My lord, the resources that Minister Renee talked to us about before were supposed to belong to the school, but if I may be so bold, that's really too much for our family."
Orion spoke up: "You've seen it yourself, how many people are in our wizarding family? This little bit of resources really isn't enough to survive!"
"The Horton School of Wizardry is 70% complete; what I've given you is already the bare minimum," Renee couldn't help but say.
Although she usually ignores Ian, they are in the same department in public.
Ian watched as the two confronted each other.
There is a fierce conflict over resource issues.
A minute later, Ian's voice slowly rang out: "Since Lord Orion has a disagreement about resources, I think there's a 70% chance that it's a bit unreasonable."
"grown ups!"
Renee turned her head in surprise.
No, Ian!
"I knew Minister Ian would be reasonable." Orion was also delighted at this moment.
He hasn't said anything yet.
Did the other side just surrender?
"Rene, you can go out first. I need to have a good talk with Lord Orion," Ian suddenly said to Rene, who was standing to the side.
"grown ups..
'
"go out!"
Ian glanced at Renee sideways, his tone calm but unquestionable.
At this point, Renee was also numb!
Even if you are Horton's disciple, you can't just talk nonsense!
If they are given low rates of extraction so easily, what will happen to the other families?
"My lord, you must be careful."
Even though she didn't side with Ronan, she still offered a word of advice before slowly leaving.
As Renee left, Orion felt increasingly relaxed, and his gaze toward Ian gradually changed.
It was as if they were looking at an idiot.
"Sir, what proportion do you think is appropriate?" However, he still maintained his politeness.
"Ninety percent!"
Ian raised his head and looked calmly at him, as well as at the wizards behind him.
"Nine...nine percent?"
Orion jumped up abruptly, staring wide-eyed at Ian, his smile frozen, and asked, "Sir, are you joking?"
Ian slammed his hand on the table, his eyes sharpening as his spiritual energy spread out, covering the entire hall.
"Didn't you start this joke? Since when has the defeated side dared to negotiate with the victor? I think you've all lost your minds!"
"Sir, you are..."
The immense spiritual power pressed down like a tidal wave, and all the wizards present felt a tremendous pressure.
Even Orion sensed it.
He was even more horrified.
Wasn't this person supposed to have just been promoted to a third-class wizard apprentice?
But this pressure turned into a fatal one for him.
Not only him, but the wizards behind and beside him were also on high alert, each staring intently at Ian.
"Sir, we can talk. We're willing to accept 70% of the time!" Orion instinctively felt a sense of fear.
No one else voiced any objection.
Because everyone sensed a deadly aura.
"No..." Ian shook his head, looking at him and said, "You've already lost your chance."
next second.
A light curtain extended from Ian's feet, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a light curtain with a radius of 100 meters, covering the people on the left and right.
A magical artifact, a cage, a top-tier zero-ring magical artifact obtained during an assassination attempt by the Blackrock School.
At that moment, he played his role.
Orion wanted to say something more.
But before Ian's eyes appeared hundreds of raging wind elements.
At the same time, Ian exuded a powerful aura, a strange aura, as if several elements were resonating within him.
This made the storm at least half as violent again!
Before he could even react, he felt hundreds and thousands of wind blades flying towards them with terrifying howls.
moment.
The main hall collapsed with a crash, and everything before our eyes turned into a blue world.
blood!
I beg!
When everything had cleared up, the area in front of them had become a flat plain, and as for the wizards in front of them...
Ian did not see a complete body.
Orion was barely conscious under the protection of a shield, but even so, the storm had ripped away most of his flesh, leaving only his head intact.
At that moment, he instinctively looked at Ian and whispered hoarsely, "My lord, please..."
'
Before he could finish speaking, a wind blade sliced off his head, completely shattering his mental energy.
Ian then calmly got up.
Using his mental energy, he sent several spatial rings flying towards him, then turned around to look.
All that could be seen was a downward staircase in the center of the ground.
The next second, the ground began to move, and a small, secret room slowly appeared before Ian's eyes.