I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

The mutated mountain giant wasn't in its nest, but Helena and the others were very good at tracking.

After becoming more familiar, Helena learned that Roland had just enrolled today, and she started calling him 'junior' again.

Roland chuckled and didn't mind.

As the group passed a swamp, they encountered a group of ghouls, several 'Rotters' with the strength of low-level knights, and a Rotten Knight with the strength of a mid-level knight.

Helena and the others cooperated very well, using a variety of cantrips and everyday spells.

The group first isolated the Rotten Knight from the other monsters. After killing the other monsters, they worked together to 'play' the Rotten Knight to death.

After it was over, Roland sheathed his longsword and sighed, "Your magic is really amazing. Each of you knows at least twenty or thirty spells."

Everyone's face turned red, and Helena said, "Senior Roland! If we were like you, mastering a single magic spell and a single sword technique so well, who would need so many tricks?"

Helena started calling Roland 'senior' again.

Roland asked, "What level are you at among the freshmen of White Chess Academy this year?"

Helena said with a flushed face, "Our White Chess Academy is different from yours. You guys learn combat skills right away, focusing on practicing just one or two moves. But we don't learn formal magic until the second year. In another year, you might not be better than us."

After a pause, she added, "Also, don't be arrogant, Senior Roland. The descendants of our White Chess families are all very strong, they just... just like to keep a low profile. You... you can't even win the election for class leader!"

Roland nodded. He understood. Helena was one of those low-profile, strength-hiding descendants of the White Chess families. She felt that she was not as good as him, and she was planning to run for freshman class leader.

Roland was a typical Black Abyss apprentice, uninterested in anything other than killing monsters, plundering treasures, and cultivating. He wouldn't participate in such childish games for freshmen.

But he thought that after entering the academy, he would encounter apprentices who had been enrolled for many years in the Black Forest, or even elite apprentices from large families.

Helena's words gave him an assessment of the strength of elite apprentices.

'White Chess apprentices are okay, probably like Helena, knowing some amazing magic and likely having magical items. But they lack the experience of life and death. But my senior brothers from the old Black Abyss school are all people who crawled out of piles of dead bodies, and they won't be much worse than me. Among them, those old Black Abyss apprentices from large families will have a complete set of strange magic, magical items, and magical servants.'

'Wallace warned me that my senior brothers are black-hearted. If I encounter these people in the wild in the future... it will probably be very troublesome.'

Roland felt a sense of crisis.

He relied on the Yellow-Brown Fern Forest to obtain magical items, and he obtained knowledge and magic from his senior sister. He already had many trump cards, but he still lacked a truly usable magic servant.

I wonder if I can meet a good one in the Black Forest today. Roland didn't ask for much, just a potential Tier 1 magical creature (low-level apprentice range) would be fine. He could catalyze top-quality magic potions. After knocking it unconscious and taking it back, he could slowly cultivate and train it.

"Stop arguing, Helena. I can't find the giant's tracks anymore—come over here and take a look at this."

A classmate in charge of tracking was squatting excitedly beside the swamp.

Curious, everyone walked over and found that the classmate was staring at a pile of feces.

Just as Roland was stunned, Helena skipped over and pointed to a small clump in the dung. Then, she closed her eyes.

"What are you doing?" Roland looked bewildered.

Adam explained, "Big Brother Roland, Helena is a true witch. She knows 'remote viewing.' As long as she deeply connects with something, she can see the owner of the item, no matter where they are, and what they are doing."

Roland: "???"

At this moment, Helena opened her eyes: "I see it!"

Roland was shocked and grabbed Helena's hand: "How do you defend against this move?"

Everyone showed a strange expression.

Everyone's first reaction was, 'What's going on? It's like someone is spying on you every day.' The second reaction was, 'Senior Roland is so pitiful. His fiancée is too controlling!'

Helena blushed and pulled her hand away from Roland, saying, "I... I don't know how to defend against it. I only know how to see. Maybe there's something in the library?"

Roland kept this matter in mind.

Soon, the group followed Helena all the way to a strange abandoned camp.

There were many tattered tents, tattered wooden boxes, and a lot of discarded debris.

The mutated giant was rummaging through the debris, seemingly looking for something to eat.

This guy was covered in a thick layer of resin, soil, and even many mushrooms had grown on him.

This guy looked like he was wearing a helmet and armor, and the armor was thick and tough. Ordinary swords couldn't cut it open, and ordinary magic spells would be ineffective against it.

Roland thought this thing was tricky for a reason—the giant's 'earth shell' was insulated, its body fat was too thick, and its head bones were extremely hard.

Its size was very terrifying, it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a behemoth.

When it stood up and rubbed its body against a large tree, Roland couldn't help but think of Anna. However, Anna was very slender, weighing only half a ton. But this giant weighed far more than a ton.

This mutated giant looked very healthy, and its mental state was also very normal. It didn't have the ugly appearance of other creatures after mutation.

Everyone concealed their scent, so they were not discovered by it. After observing for a while, everyone went to a distance and discussed the hunting plan.

Lawrence used magic to detect detailed information about the giant, and he shared it with everyone.

"We are very lucky. After the mutation, its strength, endurance, and vitality are far superior to creatures of the same weight. But its magic resistance has been weakened. So as long as we break through its outer armor, magic will be very effective against it."

Someone added, "Don't be careless because of this, because it is said that someone once saw it tear two werewolves apart alive in the Black Forest."

Lawrence finally said, "As for the remaining plan... our original battle plan can be changed. Now it doesn't have to be so complicated, because we already have the most labor-saving method—the Wind Prince restrains all mindless monsters that only know how to use brute force!"

Everyone looked at Roland, their hesitant gazes seemed to be saying—does using the Wind Prince consume magic stones?

Roland said, "Using magic power is enough."

Everyone was overjoyed: "Great, this battle can be fought!"

Roland thought to himself, 'The Wind Prince is indeed very powerful when dealing with this kind of monster... Maybe I can come to the Black Forest often in the future.'