No one knows what happened, only that since then, the stars have disappeared from the sky.

Only some of the more experienced priests, through their link with the divine spirits, seemed to know what happened at that moment, but they remain tight-lipped about it.

"Are we just going to watch them wreak havoc in our world?!"

A tall knight angrily pounded the ground, shattering the rocks beside him into fragments.

"Calm down..."

"How can I calm down? Do you have a way to deal with those bastards?!"

"I do."

The priest spoke again, drawing everyone's attention.

"Oswaldo, this isn't a joke. Do you really have a way to stop those guys from escaping?!" A shaman couldn't help but stand up.

But there were doubts too: "How is that possible? That's a spatial ability; you'd need a spatial ability to restrain them. Could it be that you..."

"I do." Priest Oswaldo's words forcibly silenced the doubts, "I also have spatial ability."

As he spoke, he raised his hand towards a knight not far away, and under everyone's shocked gaze, the knight suddenly disappeared, then reappeared abruptly on the other side of the tent.

Perhaps because Oswaldo's mastery of his power wasn't perfect, even the extremely strong knight couldn't help but kneel and vomit after being transferred.

But the others present had no time to care about the embarrassed knight, their gazes were a mix of shock, anger, or greed as they looked at Oswaldo.

"How could you have such power?!" a female knight couldn't help but ask.

Another priest nearby reacted more directly, grasping his scepter, his body emitting a slight glow, ready to attack at any moment:

"Did you steal the power of the divine spirits?! Blasphemer!"

"Don't be so shocked, it's not power I stole; it was gifted to me by my god before disappearing, meant to be a power for revenge one day."

Oswaldo glanced at the shocked priest, showing no resistance, only looking at his own palm with a sad expression.

"This..."

Hearing this, the once angry priests looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Alright, alright! Our world is already like this, everyone should try to be understanding..."

An old shaman stood up to calm the crowd, and the priests followed his lead, putting away their battle poses.

After some commotion, everyone sat back around the fire, their expressions quite better than before.

"Although I haven't fully mastered this power, creating a place where they cannot use spatial abilities is possible." Oswaldo first clarified his limits.

"That's enough!"

"As long as those bastards can't escape, the next problem is simple!"

"Great, next we need a plan to gather those wizard apprentices." The scarred Knight Commander knocked on the table, making a dull sound, "We have contacted everyone we could, gathering many warriors. Over the years, we have been learning from experience, researching their weaknesses."

He spread out a simple map drawn on animal hide: "According to investigations, these outsiders will recklessly rush in for those glowing 'cards'. Our scouts have spent a great deal of time collecting many cards left behind or undiscovered by the wizards."

He waved, and several warriors dumped a pile of glowing points cards on the ground.

"These will be our bait!" The Scarred Knight Commander's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, "We will distribute these points cards in various areas, especially in strategic gorge entrances, forest edges, and deep in caves."

"My plan is simple, use these as bait to lure in those wizard apprentices."

"Send a small number of warriors as the first contact force to lure the apprentices deeper, sapping their strength. Then, have Oswaldo set traps at suitable terrains, picking off the wizard apprentices one by one!"

"The wizard's power is limited; they cannot release such powerful witchcraft for long!" the Shaman Leader added, "Once their power is exhausted, and the energy of those 'magic items' is depleted, they will be no different from ordinary people!"

"This first step is crucial to reduce their numbers as much as possible, so that even if they discover the danger and regroup, it will be too late." The Scarred Knight Commander's voice turned grim, revealing his ruthless nature.

"When necessary, we can gather a large army. With absolute numerical superiority, we will crush all the apprentices entering the plane, like squashing bugs, completely crushing them!"

"These years, those wizards have been plundering everything in our plane, I want to take back everything that belongs to us!" A young warrior added furiously.

"Indeed, we not only want revenge but to reclaim everything that belongs to us!" The atmosphere in the council hall was ignited, everyone's eyes filled with the flame of vengeance.

"The only remaining question is, how do we ensure those wizard apprentices, upon sensing danger, do not flee but instead regroup to attack?"

Oswaldo spoke softly, his voice like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone: "Before they enter my set spatial blockade range, the initiative is in the hands of those wizard apprentices."

"For this problem, we can only approach it from two angles..." The Scarred Knight Commander lowered his head in thought, "First, the bait must offer enough profit to stir their greed. For this, we need to send out more people to find such cards!"

"As for the other aspect, it's to let the threat felt by those wizard apprentices be not so great, making them misjudge our combat power."

"We can organize all warriors into several combat clusters. Small clusters will be responsible for ambush and luring, while large clusters serve as reserves, ready to assemble and support at any time. Once the wizard apprentices' whereabouts are discovered, an immediate attack will be launched." The Shaman Leader struck the ground heavily with his bone staff.

"We do not seek a quick victory but rather to completely exhaust their power, then reap their lives. This way, the wizard apprentices will also misjudge our numbers..."

With a concrete plan, the group jubilantly discussed.

"Our goal: Leave none alive!"

Finally, the Scarred Knight Commander stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, eventually landing on the simple map illuminated by the fire: "This world will be their grave!"

Everyone cheered loudly; amidst the fervent atmosphere, Oswaldo's smile appeared particularly eerie.

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