After a pause, the monitor added, “The transformation spell that warrior bought will automatically turn him into a werewolf to evade fatal danger if he encounters a deadly threat.”

John Brooks immediately felt the urge to curse again.

Damn it, someone died in a busy city, stabbed in the heart and shot in the head, and was even classified as a dark creature—the body is gone.

John Brooks said helplessly, “Forget it, forget it, this guy is out. He actually got ambushed, had no sense of danger at all. Give him a hundred credit points as compensation.”

He then asked, “What about the other two?”

“The female illusionist Molly is fine. She’s been invisible the whole time, using her illusions to clear the way ahead. The assassin only managed to kill her illusion. The frost mage Brian Clark hasn’t encountered any assassins yet.”

Thank goodness. John Brooks breathed a slight sigh of relief, but things weren’t over yet. The dragon attack on the city had given him a serious wake-up call.

“Monitoring team, focus on every city and the surrounding villages. Keep a close eye on the dragons’ movements at all times.”

The saboteurs still had two pure-blood dragons under their control—couldn’t let their guard down.

“Copy that.”

“Divine Punishment team, stay ready at all times. As soon as a dragon appears, cover the city skies with dark clouds and prepare for divine punishment. If they dare to come, strike them down with the highest-level purple-gold lightning immediately!”

“Yes, Director.”

“Wait, Director, the frost mage Brian Clark has encountered an opponent!” The monitor suddenly raised his voice.

“Observe and assess combat strength!”

Chapter 10: Battle of the Mages (Part 1)

The place where Brian Clark had been hunting was on the edge of the forest. In less than half an hour, he was out of the woods.

Beyond the trees was a vast plain with excellent visibility. Looking into the distance, past several small villages, he could see a city built on a distant hillside.

According to the map data the boss had given earlier, that was White Cloud City, only about twenty kilometers away in a straight line.

They were there to follow the hero, and time was precious. Of course, the boss wouldn’t have placed them too far from White Cloud City.

At this pace, they’d probably arrive within half a day.

At this moment, thick black smoke was billowing over White Cloud City, making it very conspicuous. There was also a large bird-like creature circling above the city, breathing fire as it flew. That must be the strongest creature in this dragon world—a dragon.

The dragon was slaughtering White Cloud City, just as Brian Clark had expected. The enemy was clearly targeting the hero Charlie.

He wasn’t in a hurry—he couldn’t get there in time anyway, so there was no point in rushing.

If the hero could be killed that easily, this mission would fail sooner or later—might as well quit early.

Brian Clark watched White Cloud City for a while, then lowered his head and continued on his way.

After walking for a bit, Brian Clark noticed the sky darkening. Looking up, he saw massive clouds gathering over White Cloud City, quickly spreading for dozens of miles and covering the entire plain.

Thunder rumbled within the clouds, and purple-black lightning snaked through them, exuding an aura of destruction.

This was a typical lightning-based divine punishment. In a low-productivity, agrarian world, it was very effective, but in the technological era, not so much.

In a technological world, most tall buildings have lightning rods. When lightning strikes, aside from the impressive sound and light effects, it’s basically useless.

To counter lightning rods, some worlds even developed more flexible ball lightning, but it still couldn’t fully compensate for the weaknesses of electric attacks.

Brian Clark looked at the dragon still circling in the sky and silently mourned its fate—this guy was definitely doomed.

Sure enough, after a while, the dragon fell—not struck down by lightning, but slain by a person.

That must have been the work of the hero Charlie. Not bad—worthy of a Bronze Orderkeeper.

Brian Clark withdrew his gaze and was about to continue on his way when he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart and stopped in his tracks.

The dragon had gone to kill the hero, and now the assassin targeting him had arrived.

A figure in a black mage’s robe stepped out from behind a large boulder, revealing only half his body, silently watching him.

The black-robed man held a jet-black wooden staff, its tip crowned with a translucent orb shrouded in faint purple flames, giving off a mysterious aura.

He stared at Brian Clark, and a deep voice rang out: “Choose—will you kill yourself, or shall I kick you out?”

Quite an arrogant tone.

Brian Clark smiled. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him like that. He asked, “You’re a necromancer, aren’t you?”

The Mage Guild had many branches. For example, Brian Clark’s frost magic belonged to the Destruction school—he was currently a Destruction Mage, focused on direct spell attacks. Necromancers, on the other hand, liked to play with corpses, controlling the undead to fight for them.

“Looks like you don’t want to leave on your own. Since we’re both mages, I’ll kindly send you on your way.”

The necromancer didn’t waste words. With a wave of his ebony staff, a faint purple light flashed, and in response to his spell, all sorts of skeletons began crawling out of the barren ground—some were beasts, some were adventurers who had died here—forming a dense horde, nearly a hundred in number.

This was the necromancer’s signature skill, a level-one spell: Summon Skeleton Army.