Angelet clenched his teeth and pulled the reins forcefully.
"Go!"
The black horse leaped forward, accelerating.
....
The severed body of the man in white armor lay silently in the muddy water.
The brown horse turned its head in circles before galloping off in a direction.
The drizzling rain intensified.
Time passed, more than twenty minutes later.
A figure in white swiftly emerged from the left side of the forest.
This was a middle-aged man, almost crossing into old age.
He coldly stepped onto the road, squatting beside the lifeless body.
He dipped his hand into the blood, tasted it, then glanced at the small path leading to the Ramsouda Kingdom.
Standing up, he clapped his hands gently, and the face of the man in the white robe turned somewhat grim.
....
Angelet exhaled audibly, lying motionless on the horse, allowing the black horse to carry him forward.
Persisting in this manner for over half an hour, he finally urged the horse to slow down.
Leading the two horses into the adjacent forest, he tied them to a tree.
Angelet then sat down on the grass.
He covered his left side with his hand.
Killing an opponent in the blink of an eye seemed easy, but in reality, it was extremely dangerous.
A slight delay, and he would have died.
Even with the current victory, it wasn't without consequences.
"Chip, have you identified what kind of magic the other person was using?" Angelet, leaning against the tree, asked in a low voice.
"It resembles archery technique up to 92.7%. The weapon used is a metal needle." The voice of the chip echoed in his mind.
"Archery technique..." Angelet's face showed a bitter smile.
He turned back and looked at his side.
No more bleeding from the wound area.
Although the blood-clotting ointment worked well, the metal needle inside had to be removed.
Angelet pulled out a dagger with a gemstone hilt from his belt, lifted his shirt, and gently began probing the injured area.
"Zero, quickly provide an enlarged image of the wound."
A 3D image suddenly appeared in Angelet's sight.
A thin black needle was clearly clamped between muscle and bone, penetrating the abdominal cavity.
Enduring intense pain, Angelet, comparing it with the image, slowly sliced the wound, then tightly gripped the tail of the black needle with his hand.
"Snap!"
With a small, stifled sound, a thin black needle was pulled out of the wound.
Angelet quickly sealed the wound with the previously opened blood-clotting ointment.
After another round of smoke and another faint sound, the wound was completely closed, and the bleeding stopped.
In Angelet's blood-stained hand, there was a black needle shaped like a thorn.
"Chip, analyze the material of the black needle."
"Analyzing... discovered an unknown type of metal, with strong energy-conducting properties and extremely high hardness. The database has not collected specific information about this metal."
Angelet shook his head sadly.
"It's a pity that I didn't examine the body of that person. Otherwise, I might have obtained something valuable. However, safety comes first."
After a short rest, Angelet took out dried meat and vegetables, drank a bit of water from his pouch, and fed the two horses.
Then, he mounted the horse again. He couldn't linger in this dangerous area for too long.
The Northland Alliance and Ramsouda Academy harbored enmity due to years of conflict and battles, causing both sides to forget the original reason for their hatred. The deep-seated animosity between them had become unsolvable.
This was also why, upon meeting, the Northland Alliance disciples did not hesitate to attack Angelet. He initially thought that the man did not recognize his identity.
"It's a pity that the library's access to knowledge for low-level disciples is too limited, and the readable materials are too few," Angelet regretted.
By now, he understood the hierarchy of disciples.
However, he still knew little about the proficiency of the witchs.
It felt like all witchs had overwhelming power over disciples, and it was impossible to distinguish who was superior.
Disciples could be divided into several levels.
The lowest level was the first-level disciple.
Compared to ordinary people, they had stronger mental power and slightly higher resistance to spells, but they were far inferior to a high-level knight.
Second-level disciples underwent terrifying transformations.
Their bodies emitted energy radiation, enough to enhance their physical abilities to a very high level.
At the same time, they could acquire a small amount of supporting magic.
It could be said that this level was difficult to match even for high-level knights.
Perhaps only Grand Knights could resist them.
Third-level disciples were considered powerhouses.
They could master from four to five magic spells and possessed energy particles that made them highly resistant to magical attacks and physical damage.
They could also hold the spell incantations, a memorization technique similar to using enchanted items, allowing them to release pre-prepared magic quickly with just a brief incantation.
This disciple level was considered a very powerful stratum.
Given a little time, they could release various strange magical effects that could immediately overwhelm their opponents.
The difference between them and official witchs lay in their proficiency in defensive magic.
A third-level disciple was somewhat similar to a second-level disciple holding low-grade enchanted items.
Their comprehensive record was undoubtedly strong, relying on mastering enough magic, combat spell skills, and so on.
However, when Angelet realized the opponent's incantation action was a stored spell incantation, he decisively slashed.
With both horses standing face to face, accelerating, and with the supreme strength and speed of a high-level knight, this sword stroke reached the pinnacle of strength and speed, just a little faster than the opponent, ultimately defeating the other person.
If Angelet had slowed down a bit, and the opponent had activated a few more stored spell incantations, the person lying on the ground wouldn't have been the opponent but Angelet himself.
Who knows what other formidable and powerful demonic spells the other person had prepared.
This is not to mention the many basic spells that Ramsouda Academy already possesses, not to mention the numerous uncommon and rare spells, challenging to master.
Also, not to mention the new spells created by other witch organizations.
After rearranging his thoughts, Angelet stood up, removed the rain cover on the horse carrying supplies (a fabric he intended to use to set up a tent) and some metal rods to secure it.
This was something Angelet had requested from the Anne family. He had planned for a rainy day, but he didn't expect to use it so quickly.
The tent was quickly set up and supported, a small gray tent leaning against a large tree trunk.
He gathered some branches and leaves, quickly making a shelter under the tree for the horses.
Placing the two horses close together.