Wizard: I have an inventory

Not far from the battle, a third-class apprentice in a black cloak stood in front of a ruined stone platform. The air around him seemed to be tainted by the breath of death, cold and piercing.

The apprentice held a bone rune with a dim red glow in his hand, which was the link between him and the ghoul.

A faint mental wave came from the rune, and his brows gradually frowned. As his perception deepened, he clearly realized that the group of ghouls he had sent out were suffering extremely serious damage.

The mental connection of many ghouls was already blurred, and some were even completely broken.

"Damn..."

He cursed in a low voice, and a trace of regret rose in his heart. The ghouls were his undead servants that he had carefully cultivated for many years. Each one required extremely complex refining and modulation, and now they were severely damaged in the pursuit.

Although they were low-level undead, serious injuries or destruction would not cause him great damage, but the damage of each ghoul meant that his efforts and resources were gone.

The stinging pain caused by the loss made his fingers involuntarily clench the bone rune, and his knuckles turned slightly white. The surrounding undead aura became stronger with his emotional fluctuations, and the cold air in the air seemed to be dissatisfied with him.

"These idiots, they chased too deep..." He muttered to himself, frowning. He knew that this mission was not to kill Ryan, but to disrupt his actions and monitor his movements.

However, it seemed that these ghouls were too greedy for merit during the pursuit and crossed the safest range, causing them to fall into a more dangerous situation.

"If they continue, they will only be wiped out," he gritted his teeth. Although he was unwilling in his heart, his reason told him that continuing to chase Ryan would pay more unnecessary costs. And this was obviously not worth it.

He slowly raised his hand, and his fingers gently stroked the bone rune. A faint black light flashed from the rune, followed by a command-like mental wave that spread to the distance.

The ghouls that were chasing Ryan felt the will of their master and stopped chasing him.

"Let him run, for now." He said coldly, with a cold calculation in his eyes, "My servant is far more important than his. When the time is right, I will deal with him myself."

He stood in the shadows, and the undead servants around him stood quietly behind him, as if waiting for his next order.

The task given to him by the Bone Forest Academy was to intercept every Black Rock Lowland student who escaped, but they didn't have to kill them.

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After taking the hemostatic potion and the healing potion, Ryan felt that the pain in his chest was relieved a lot, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

Ryan held the reins tightly, with a trace of anxiety in his eyes. The carriage he drove was speeding on a deserted path. The tall warhorse with the blood of the Warcraft in front of him was breathing heavily, and his muscles were tense in the fast running, raising dust under his feet.

However, Ryan knew that this speed was far from enough. He had to get rid of the pursuer behind him as soon as possible.

As the sky gradually darkened, Ryan took out a bottle of potion with a light red glow from his waist pocket - the Heart Burning Potion.

This potion can allow any creature with magic power to gain extreme explosive power in a short period of time, but the side effects are also quite terrible, especially for creatures with magical blood, it may consume a lot of vitality and even cause serious weakness.

"Sorry, we have to hurry this time." Ryan murmured softly, without any hesitation in his heart, but he knew that there was no other choice now.

He opened the bottle stopper neatly and poured the Heart Burning Potion into the horse's mouth quickly. The warhorse struggled slightly at first, as if it felt the burning energy of the potion, but soon, the potion took effect in its body.

A touch of blood red immediately flashed in the horse's eyes, and the surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly. The horse's limbs suddenly exerted force, and the speed instantly increased. The carriage rushed forward like an arrow from a string.

Ryan could feel the wind whistling in his ears, and the grass and trees quickly flew past his vision. He gritted his teeth and focused all his attention on the front of the carriage, letting the carriage gallop from day to night. The world was gradually shrouded in darkness, with only the remaining stars in the sky flickering faintly.

The horse ran non-stop from the initial burst to the gradual fatigue, and then to the final struggle.

As the night deepened, the warhorse's panting became heavier and heavier, and its body began to shake. Ryan could feel that the horse's strength was rapidly running out.

Finally, on a slightly bumpy slope, the warhorse's legs softened, and the whole body fell to the ground with a bang, carrying the carriage and crashing into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Ryan jumped off the car, stabilized his body slightly, and walked to the side of the already weak warhorse. The horse's body was out of shape, the muscles were loose, and there were still traces of sweat and exposed blood vessels on the skin. Its breathing was almost inaudible, and the blood-red light in its eyes gradually faded, leaving only fatigue and despair.

"You've tried your best..." Ryan whispered, his tone full of guilt and reluctance.

He took a deep breath, quickly took out a bottle of fuel from his arms, and poured it on the carriage. Then, he lit the flint in his hand, and the flames spread instantly, enveloping the entire carriage with a scorching breath.

The flames quickly engulfed the carriage, the harness, and the fallen warhorse, and the crackling sound of the burning was particularly harsh in the silent night.

Ryan stood in the firelight, his face grim. He knew that in order to avoid any traces being discovered by the trackers, the warhorse and the carriage could not be left behind. There was a trace of determination in his eyes, watching the flames devour everything and turning all traces into ashes.

He gave up the collected books and experimental equipment, leaving only the finished potion in the wooden box.

As the flames gradually died down, darkness enveloped the wilderness again. Ryan took a deep breath, gently wiped the ashes on his face, and turned away.

He took a bottle of small magic potion, replenishing nearly 30% of his magic power.

His figure disappeared in the night, his steps firm and fast.

Checking the marks on the map, Ryan did not choose the two nearest cities, passed through dozens of large and small manors, and set his destination in Seli City.

It was far enough away from the Blackstone Lowland College, and a large number of merchants gathered, which was very suitable for hiding and recuperation.

Ryan planned to practice the Knight Breathing Method here. The robe he was wearing at the time was engraved with the shield spell and his own spells. If there was the power of a peak knight, the remaining impact could be easily blocked.

I must make up for my physical shortcomings!