Thousands of wizard apprentices from the Nolun Academy, propelled by false confidence gained from previous illusory victories, surged into the valley reported to be where the "Native Leader" resided.

Their eyes glimmered with the desire for high achievements and glorious battle honors, completely unaware they were charging headlong into a trap laid by hunters.

The dense magical beasts outside the valley had no effect on the mass of wizard apprentices, who quickly crossed various traps and entered the valley.

Deep in the valley, several indigenous "Leaders" clad in fine armor, and their small but fully armed transcendent army appeared in the apprentices' vision.

"Enemies spotted! Those must be the leaders from the intelligence reports!"

"Be cautious of our surroundings, there must be an ambush. Activate the shields first, just in case!"

"Attack! Kill those leaders!"

The apprentices burst into an excited roar, charging menacingly toward the enemy under the lead of Augusta and Horn.

Lightning danced around Augusta, as fast as a bolt, while rocks rolled beneath Horn's feet, like waves on land.

Other apprentices also cast witchcraft, elements converging into torrents within the valley, aiming at the enemy not far away.

However, just as the two armies were about to collide, a sudden change erupted!

Shh-shh-shh...

On the previously silent slopes of the valley, countless shadows suddenly emerged.

A suffocatingly large group of indigenous warriors, dressed in various animal skins or grass leaves, tightly gripping longbows or javelins in their hands.

These soldiers used animal skins and grass leaves to conceal themselves, harnessing the powers of priests and shamans to hide their life energy, perfectly concealing themselves from the apprentices' less than meticulous scouting.

"Fire the arrows!"

With a low roar echoing with ancient shamanic spells, tens of thousands of indigenous warriors hidden on the slopes simultaneously drew back their longbows.

In an instant, arrows rained down like a dense storm on the gathering of wizard apprentices in the valley!

These were not ordinary arrows. For this battle, the indigenous people had gathered all the wealth they could find.

Each arrow was bolstered by the enhanced techniques and extraordinary power of shamans and priests, the arrowheads forged from various special minerals or biological materials, capable of penetrating energy protection.

Such demon-breaking arrows were once a trump card only found in the hands of the kingdom's elite Knight Order, but in the ambushing alliance within this valley, even regular soldiers carried several of these arrows.

In no time, the air was filled with the sounds of arrows breaking through, striking, and tearing through.

The shields of the wizard apprentices crumbled under this rain of arrows, becoming fragile and shattering one after another.

Some apprentices, unable to react in time, were directly pierced by the arrows, collapsing in pools of blood.

Even those apprentices who had activated their protective witchcraft artifacts felt a powerful force transmitting through their shields, causing their spiritual power to surge and their formation to fall into chaos.

The indigenous people's trap was exceedingly simple, merely a straightforward ambush.

But with far more forces than expected, combined with an entirely unexpected attack, it achieved results beyond imagination.

The apprentices, who thought themselves fully prepared, found themselves suddenly at a severe disadvantage.

"Spread out! Find cover!"

"Damn it! How can there be so many?!"

"Retreat! Get out of here!"

Without unified command, the apprentices panicked, scattering and fleeing, trying to escape the arrow rain's range.

"My flying skill... there's a no-fly zone again. When was it set up? There wasn't any when we entered the valley!"

"Dammit! Why is the range of this spatial imprisonment so vast?!"

Desperate cries rose and fell continuously.

After multiple ambushes, the apprentices had basically figured out that the range of spatial imprisonment was less than fifty meters, and they could escape the battlefield if they broke through this distance.

But within this valley, the spatial imprisonment laid by Priest Oswaldo, at the cost of depleting his own power, exceeded an astonishing diameter of one kilometer.

Additionally, the shamans exhausted all resources and reserves, even sacrificing ancestral totems to momentarily establish the vast no-fly zone, leaving the apprentices trapped here.

The apprentices' prior predictions weren't wrong; there were indeed traps here, along with no-fly zones and spatial imprisonments.

But the intelligence gathered from previous battles with the indigenous people had led them to make a grievous misjudgment on the dangers of these traps.

With no way out, the apprentices were entirely trapped in despair.

Even Augusta and Horn, the two most dazzling geniuses, appeared helpless in the face of this sudden disadvantage.

The native alliance army, relying on previously gathered intelligence, had made various targeted preparations.

An elite squad, clad in specially-made armor and enhanced by shamanic curses, specifically entangled the lightning-fast Augusta, diminishing her lightning power and restricting her mobility.

Meanwhile, another group of indigenous people, wielding armor-piercing weapons and using special magic, relentlessly pursued Horn, gradually wearing down his vaunted defenses.

The formation of the apprentices completely collapsed, retreating step by step under the dual assault of the arrow rain and the indigenous close combatants charging down the mountains, staining the valley floor with blood.

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At a temporary command post above the valley.

Several leaders of the native alliance army watched with excitement as the wizard apprentices below were slaughtered like lambs.

Priest Oswaldo's face was as pale as paper, visibly weakened, panting with cold sweat pouring from his forehead—the cost of laying the ultra-wide-range spatial imprisonment was enormous, nearly exhausting all his life energy and the divine power bestowed upon him.

"We've succeeded! We did it!" The young Knight Commander's eyes shone with fervent light.

"These foolish outsiders! They thought they could trample over our world with impunity!" The Shaman Leader also flashed a sinister smile.

People cast grateful gazes toward Oswaldo.

Though they paid a severe price, the ultra-wide spatial imprisonment he unleashed was the key to this victory.

"Sir Oswaldo, you've endured so much!"

"Thanks to you, we could catch these detestable wizards in one fell swoop!"

Oswaldo weakly shook his head without speaking, simply gazing quietly below.

The young Knight Commander hesitated no longer, commanding loudly to his subordinates: "Full army advance! Give them no chance to breathe! Crush them!"

Nearly ten thousand of the most elite indigenous warriors flooded down the slopes like a tide, engaging in brutal carnage with the remaining apprentices in the valley.

Relying on the massive Rock Fortress Horn painstakingly conjured with witchcraft, some wizard apprentices made a last stand, but it was merely the struggle of a cornered beast; they had no more paths for retreat.

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