The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Gerling's independent cabin is located in a hidden corner of the deep forest, with creepers covering the walls and warm candlelight shining through the window frames. At this moment, the warm atmosphere and the tense atmosphere are intertwined to form a strange picture.

Inside the house, Fresa leaned against the table, playing with a small crystal ball in her hand, looking thoughtful. Her long golden hair shone in the candlelight, like the afterglow of the sun. "Gerlin, why did you call us together at this time? Did something strange happen?" She raised her head, her eyes revealing concern.

Naanman stood by the window, staring at the darkness outside. She turned around when she heard Fresa's words. Her face was a little pale, and her slightly furrowed brows showed her inner uneasiness. "I have the same doubts. You know, there have been several disturbing things in the woods. Some people said that they saw strange shadows wandering at night."

Gellin sighed, slowly put down the book in his hand, and glanced at the faces of his two friends. "I know you are all very worried. Something has happened recently. Some phenomena that cannot be explained by common sense are growing." He frowned, and his tone was a bit serious. "I think there may be other wizards who are secretly observing us, and they may even be hostile."

Hearing this, Freiza stopped the crystal ball in his hand and his eyes became more focused. "Hostile wizards? This is not an easy task. How should we deal with it? Shouldn't we investigate more deeply?"

"An investigation is necessary, but what worries me is that these people are extremely covert. They can transform into anything around them and lurk in the shadows." Gerlin smiled bitterly, as if he was helpless about his own abilities. "Moreover, it's not just those of us who know their true identities, but other villagers are beginning to feel threatened. Several people have disappeared, and there are rumors that they were taken away."

Naanman's heart was shaken, and her face turned even paler as she thought of the missing villagers. "You mean, that's why we were called together?"

"Yes, we need to find these missing persons, and at the same time, we need to identify the enemy." Gerling's resolute eyes flickered in the candlelight, like a beacon in the darkness. "I suggest that we take action tonight, starting from the place where the missing persons appeared most recently."

"I agree." Freiza nodded, his expression gradually becoming firm. "But we can't fight alone. In this situation, gathering more people is the most effective method. We can contact other allies."

"Your suggestion is very good, but I think we must proceed with caution." Gerlin's mouth curled up slightly. Although he was still serious, he also showed a trace of relief. "We don't have time to waste. Let's set off tonight. There is an old village to the west of the forest. I heard that it was the last place where the missing people appeared recently."

That night, the three prepared the wizard's instruments and necessary food and headed for the forest. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the path in the forest, reflecting their nervous faces. Surrounded by the dimness, there was an unknown sense of urgency floating in the air, as if the trees around were whispering.

"Do you feel that the air today is particularly heavy?" Naanman said softly, quickening her pace slightly, as if she instinctively sensed some uneasiness.

"Yes, it feels like something could happen at any moment." Freiza nodded, a few beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead. "I hope everything goes well tonight."

"We must remain vigilant." Gerling spoke in a low voice, leaning his head slightly forward, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead. "If there really is an enemy lurking in the shadows, we must be cautious with every step we take."

At this moment, a low whimpering sound came from afar, which seemed to be mixed with the night wind passing through the treetops, making people shudder. "Did you hear it? There seems to be some sound ahead." Naanman's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her voice trembled slightly.

"It should be the roar left behind by the missing person." Gerlin frowned and motioned for the two to come closer. "We must proceed with caution and keep quiet."

They walked quietly through the forest path, listening intently, and gradually clearer sounds came into their ears. It was indeed as Gelling had said, with a slow and low rhythm, full of despair and regret.

"Is this... the sound of humans?" Freiza whispered in confusion, "They don't seem to be attacking us actively. Are they trapped?"

"There is definitely someone there." Naanman suppressed her fear and continued to move forward, heading towards the direction where the sound came from. Gerlin and Fresa followed closely behind, trying to slow down their steps, and could only feel the growing despair.

Finally, they stopped in an open space, and in front of them was a seemingly abandoned village. The dilapidated thatched houses looked particularly gloomy in the moonlight, almost entangled by vines. The voices came from these ruins, mixed with bursts of soul-tearing shouts.

"Hurry, we have to get closer!" Gerlin whispered, and the fatal uneasiness in his heart made him speed up his pace almost imperceptibly.

In the ruins ahead, a faint light flickered in the darkness. It was a burning flame, and next to it were several fallen figures, who seemed to be struggling to escape. A strong anger rose in Gerlin's heart. He could not tolerate anyone suffering in such a place.