Yeats slowly raised his head, seemingly to lighten his spirit, he stressed:
"The key point is, to ensure that the operation isn't leaked, no other wizards know of their whereabouts, nor can any wizard contact them!
Even I lost complete contact with Lord Kregi half an hour ago."
"So, if you think you can shake the alliance between the Wizard Clan and the Elf Clan before the war, you are merely dreaming!"
Yeats emphasized solemnly, appearing certain that Colin and his companion were merely spies here to sow discord.
But inwardly, he couldn't help but think—
'If what the wizard in front of me is saying is true, that the Elf Clan has truly betrayed us for the Divine...'
Yeats's throat moved, and he shook his head secretly.
The pressure of potentially causing the wizards to lose the war, driving them into decline or even defeat, and plunging the entire Wizard Clan into a desperate situation was too much for him to believe Colin's words were true...
He struggled to rise.
Snap!
But the silver ribbon around him suddenly tightened, binding him and making him fall to the ground again.
"Ignorant fool."
Zehtti gently beckoned, not saying much, only gesturing with a wave of his hand.
Swish!
A Plasma Ball swiftly shot towards Yeats.
Yeats instinctively tried to dodge, but the silver ribbon bound him tightly.
Sizzle!
The Plasma Ball formed a circular helmet around Yeats's head, tiny lightning crackling within it.
Although his screams couldn't be heard, watching Yeats's twisted expression and shaking body, Colin understood this must be an excruciating torture.
It was fortunate Yeats was a Third Rank Wizard, or he might have already died.
Yet, watching this scene, Zehtti only felt it was dull.
In a war concerning the survival of the Wizard Clan, pureblood, half-blood…
These words and struggles suddenly seemed insignificant, like the common pebbles on the roadside.
However, the fool before him... truly infuriating!
Zehtti gently waved his hand again, intending to place another special Plasma helmet on Yeats.
"What are you doing?!"
Just then, a voice suddenly came from the air.
Zehtti didn't stop.
The new Plasma Ball continued to descend on Yeats, restoring the brightness of the original "helmet" that was almost gone.
Yeats's body continued to tremble.
In the air, the aging Witch Windsor watched Zehtti with a serious expression.
Yeats's strength was well known to her; although he was only a Third Rank supported by his family's resources...
His temperament was not acceptable either.
But Third Rank was still Third Rank, and now he was treated like a dead dog under Zehtti's control, completely manipulated.
This mysterious witch... her strength was probably close to that of the Yista School Councilman, Kregi.
While thinking this, Windsor slowly descended, casting a Healing Magic on Yeats in passing.
"My Lord, can you contact the wizards at the front line now?"
Ignoring the confrontation between Windsor and Zehtti, Colin looked at the newly arrived Third Rank Wizard and quickly asked in silence.
He took a deep breath inwardly, trying to calm his emotions.
Dwelling on the past was the most foolish act; at this moment, figuring out a remedy was the most valuable and crucial choice!
After all... the war had just begun, there was still a chance for redemption!
Windsor paused, though the flashes of battle had already been arriving, she was still somewhat surprised by Colin's firm belief in the ongoing fighting at the front... and also curious about why he would ask such a question.
Then she subconsciously waved her hand and created a Soundproof Barrier.
Colin did not pause, briefly explaining everything to the aging witch before him.
Zehtti also temporarily ceased her attack on Yeats.
Although she was hot-tempered, she could prioritize matters; clearly, the battlefront situation was undecided... there was still hope!
"The Elf Clan are hidden traitors?!"
Moments after hearing Colin's words, Windsor muttered in disbelief, then swiftly hooked her hand and gathered the papers before Yeats.
The next moment, after scrutinizing the contents, Windsor's expression drastically changed, she couldn't help but scold Yeats:
"Fool!"
Then she waved her hand, removing the Healing Magic from Yeats.
"Hiss…" The damage from the electric shock Yeats suffered hadn't fully healed, and the removal of the Healing Magic returned him to a state of agony...
Even the healing of the destroyed nerves made the pain more acute, causing him to moan involuntarily.
But the physical pain was secondary; what frightened him more was the attitude of Witch Windsor before him.
'Witch Windsor... Is what that wizard said true?!'
Yeats swallowed, his voice trembling as he asked:
Windsor sighed and nodded.
Her gesture struck Yeats like thunder on a clear day, plunging him into a daze, his mind incessantly contemplating:
If he had believed Colin initially and contacted the leader of the school, Kregi, half an hour ago, it just might have been timely.
But now, even at the speed of a Third Rank Wizard, it would take at least four hours to reach the Southern Seven Islands, not to mention approaching the commanding Wizard Team on the chaotic battlefield.
Four hours... This was originally a surprise attack; not to mention four hours, even ten minutes could completely change the situation on the battlefield!