Rody knew that whether it was the gods or the demons, as soon as they had a chance, they would dispatch troops and rush over at the fastest speed. He led his elite squad, barely having time to bandage their wounds, and hurriedly left the dwarf territory.
For the first time in his life, he felt that fortune had smiled upon him.
When he and his exhausted elite squad were caught up by their pursuers, they were surprised to find that it was Dean Buke and the beautiful instructor.
Dean Buke was slightly disheveled, his robe torn, apparently having battled with orcs or powerful demons. He was overjoyed to see Rody, hugging his beloved student tightly, nearly suffocating Rody in his embrace. The beautiful instructor was much better at controlling her emotions, merely ruffling Rody's hair and patting his shoulder.
The arrival of two absolutely trustworthy powerhouses greatly stabilized the minds of the elite squad, and they were extremely excited.
In front of their teachers, even though they had been through many battles, they were still students from the academy. Their dependence and trust in their teachers greatly relaxed their tense minds.
The dean and instructor, who even the head of their squad, Rody, greatly respected, were certainly a reassurance for everyone.
"You all did well, but also stirred up a big mess," the beautiful instructor said with a smile. "However, it's surprising that just a few kids like you could achieve this much. Don't worry, everything is fine now. The allied forces of nineteen nations have sent troops to meet us, less than five hundred kilometers from here. And the vanguard commando units are only a hundred kilometers away. In those commando units, you will find many of your classmates."
"Rest for half a day, then we'll hit the road again," Dean Buke also comforted everyone. "Many powerful figures from the nineteen nations have come and driven away many sneaky fellows. For now, you don't have to worry about orcs and demons."
"Hey, why didn't you ever mention you have such a beautiful instructor?" Chris quietly came over and asked.
"What color is my underwear today? I didn't tell you that either!" Rody didn't understand why this guy was always concerned about beautiful women. If he was interested in beautiful women, he should have been like Stanley and the others, going over to woo the beautiful instructor.
A golden rainbow streaked across the sky, and in a blink, another human powerhouse landed.
Rody and the others looked over and saw it was the Drunken Swordsman.
He was holding a bloody head in his hand, a stark contrast to his usual drunken state. He appeared like an unsheathed sword. Usually, the Drunken Swordsman lay on the ground like a lump of mud, unresponsive even if someone stepped over him. But now, Rody felt he couldn't look directly at him, as his eyes ached faintly at the sight of him.
"I bring you a gift, one of the traitors who betrayed you," the Drunken Swordsman casually threw the head on the ground and started guzzling from his wine flask.
"Boss, is your teacher the Sword Emperor?" Everyone was extremely envious of Rody. Not only did he have a young and amiable dean and a beautiful instructor, but he also had a swordsmanship instructor who turned out to be the Sword Emperor. It was truly impressive.
"I just found out myself," Rody chuckled. The Drunken Swordsman usually looked like a lump of mud, and Rody had no idea he was so formidable.
After the beautiful instructor, Dean Buke, and the Drunken Swordsman joined them, the journey felt strangely easy for everyone. Usually, they would avoid high-level magical beasts and orcs, but now there was no need. They walked boldly, and everything in the Evil Forest avoided them.
Had it not been for witnessing the Drunken Swordsman arrive like a golden rainbow, no one would believe that this staggering drunkard could be the Sword Emperor.
It was also hard to believe that Dean Buke, who always bragged about his exploits and invited everyone to watch strip dances in lion cages, was a superpower. Such people were usually seen as boastful with no real strength, and it was hard to accept that such a lecherous man could be the dean of a magic academy.
The deans of magic academies were usually serious old men, wearing tall mage hats, holding the best staffs, radiating divine and glorious light, speaking of virtues and kindness, and being highly respected.
Everyone liked the lecherous and amiable Dean Buke. He suited their tastes well, but they just didn't see him as a dean.
"Boss, Dean Buke is so amiable, always smiling. How come you call him the Demon Dean?" Stanley couldn't understand. If there was such a dean, he would rather trade places with Rody.
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"You'll know when the time comes," Rody laughed and did not explain.
After a day, the leisurely walking elite squad encountered a large orc team led by Bloodflower Axe Barbarian, retreating from the Evil Forest.
The elite squad thought they were in for a tough battle. The enemy had Bloodflower Axe Barbarian commanding, dragon cavalry in the sky, and Kodo beasts on the ground. Usually, facing such enemies, Rody would lead everyone to flee. But today was an exception. The beautiful instructor didn’t intend to take a detour. She waved her hand, commanding Dean Buke and the Drunken Swordsman to clear the way like laborers.
In everyone's eyes, Dean Buke and the Drunken Swordsman were like summoned battle beasts of the laborer type for the beautiful instructor.
They came when called, went when waved away, and if not careful, they would even get scolded.
Everyone, excitedly holding swords and knives, prepared to follow Dean Buke and the Drunken Swordsman to gain some merit. They also wanted to show off their masculinity in front of the beautiful instructor, proving that they were not the children she spoke of, but real men of stature.
However, once everyone saw Dean Buke and the Drunken Swordsman in action, they were all dumbfounded.
True powerhouses were terrifying to this extent.
Bloodflower Axe Barbarian, whom no one dared to ambush, was powerless like a child in front of the Drunken Swordsman. In less than a minute, the Drunken Swordsman, who had been lying like a lump of mud on Big Beard Malu's stretcher, vomiting, had already brought back Bloodflower Axe Barbarian's head. Everyone watched in cold sweat; it wasn't that Bloodflower Axe Barbarian wasn't powerful enough, but that the Drunken Swordsman was too terrifying.
The ax aura unleashed by Bloodflower Axe Barbarian was split in half by a single stroke of the Drunken Swordsman's sword. The Bloodflower Great Axe, reportedly forged from meteoric iron from the heavens, was also split in two.
The sword used by the Drunken Swordsman was not the legendary treasure 'Red Dragon's Tooth' or the angelic 'Holy Sword'. He simply drew a rusty iron sword from Big Beard Malu's waist and made a few slashes before returning with Bloodflower Axe Barbarian's head.
It wasn't just the Drunken Swordsman who was terrifyingly powerful, but also another laborer, Dean Buke.
Rody did not know the extent of Buke's power before. He only knew that Buke was unimaginably strong. Now he realized that his previous imagination was completely wrong. Dean Buke was definitely stronger than his wildest imagination.
Moreover, Dean Buke was a genuine mage, not a swordsman.
His attacking style was somewhat similar to Chris, using magic to simulate sword aura to attack the enemy.
But if Dean Buke was an eagle soaring in the sky, looking down on the world, then Chris was at best a just-hatched ugly duckling, completely beyond Rody's imagination. He had never thought that magic could be used in such an attacking manner. Fireballs were not fireballs, and lightning was not lightning. The fireball spells cast by Dean Buke turned into swords of flame tens of meters long, and his chanted lightning spells became spears of lightning tens of meters long.
Whether it was the dragon cavalry that had chased the elite squad in the sky or the Kodo beasts that were thick-skinned enough to ignore the squad's attacks, none could withstand a single strike from Dean Buke.
Hundreds of orcs disappeared in less than three minutes under the attacks of this demon dean.
Seeing this killer return as if nothing had happened, smiling cheerily, everyone couldn't help but sweat profusely.
"Respected Dean Buke, you're back, you've worked hard. Please have some water first," Red Hat reacted the fastest, rushing up to offer his services, "Do you want me to fan you to cool down? No need... Then how about some fruit? No need... Then how about looking at a nude beauty album? I know Stanley has a great collection of beauty albums, you'll definitely like it!"
"I'm guilty, I should die, I didn't bring it out earlier..." Stanley, hearing this, quickly presented it respectfully.
"Dean Buke, I have one too!" Everyone crowded around him, almost ripping off his boots to polish them. The Drunken Swordsman was either drinking or sleeping all day, making it impossible to get close and please him. But Dean Buke was different. He had common interests with everyone. With common ground, everyone hoped to get on better terms with him. Perhaps this demon dean, in a good mood, might give them a tip or two, benefiting them greatly.
"Do you also have a nude beauty album? Can I take a look?" Chris asked Rody.
"Go back to your Bicé and have your fill of watching!" Rody was thinking about how to transform his spiritual power into sword aura for attack, annoyed at being bothered by Chris.
"You're always suppressing yourself like this, it's not good for your health," Chris said, not taking offense and smiling mischievously before running off to ingratiate himself with the beautiful instructor.
Aside from Rody, Chris was the only one who could chat with the beautiful instructor for a few sentences.
Seeing that even powerful figures like Dean Buke and the Drunken Swordsman were mere laborers for the beautiful instructor, no one dared to speak to her.
After slowly walking for another two days, the beautiful instructor came to Rody, stroked his hair, and smiled, "The human allied forces have arrived. We'll only escort you this far. Those guys won't be happy to see people from Philek, and we don't want to deal with them, so I'll leave first. You take the team and relax for a while; I'll come find you later. Here, this is something I wrote a while ago, take a look when you have time."
"Your magic notes?" Rody was so thrilled he nearly jumped up.
"Gill misses you, but it's not appropriate for her to come out now. Once things settle down a bit, I'll take her out for a walk!" The beautiful instructor handed Rody a book of magic notes, softly cautioned him to be careful, chanted a spell, and teleported away through a space-time portal.
"Buke, where do you plan to lead our nation's elite?" Not long after the beautiful instructor left, several silver or pale golden lights flew from the distance in the sky, led by a Sword Emperor adorned with a crescent moon. They released colorful magical fireworks in the sky, and soon, the powerful lights approaching Rody and his team from afar numbered more than a dozen.
"It's funny, I just came to find my student Rody, I don't care about your people," Dean Buke laughed heartily, "You're not birdmen, why fly so high?"
"Hand over our elites!" another great swordsman with star-like silver light shouted loudly.
"Say that in front of me if you dare." Buke patted his tattered robe and shook his head, "I seem to be regressing as I age. Even a minor Sky Warrior dares to shout at me. My nickname 'the demon' is almost forgotten."
"Buke, everyone is here to protect their nation’s elites. Let’s talk this out," General Quentin also arrived, descending from the sky.
"Alright, alright, to avoid giving you guys a grand excuse to attack our nation, I won’t take anything to heart. Ha, I might as well change my name to 'Good Guy' Buke." Buke and the Drunken Swordsman stood up, surrounded by over twenty powerful beings, but they laughed heartily without fear and walked through the crowd as if no one else was there.
Many people trembled with anger, some turned pale, clenching their teeth, hands on their sword hilts, but no one dared to draw their swords.
Watching Buke and the Drunken Swordsman walk away, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
The silver and golden lights in the sky dispersed, and the powerhouses scattered. Some, before leaving, opened small teleportation gates, from which large numbers of troops and elite students poured out.
Among them, from the gate opened by General Quentin, the elite of the Iron Blood Cavalry Camp, who had trained together in the past, came rushing over, cheering and shouting.
Leading them was the instructor Wood, who used to scold them all the time.
"Rody, you show-off, why didn't you take me along! Now I'm still unknown, can't even get a girl..." Rody couldn't help but laugh when he heard this voice; it was Tommy, the loudmouth. His voice could be heard for miles. Not only Tommy was coming from a distance but also Thief Terry, Benson, Leo, and others.
"Ah..." Countless people, whether they knew each other or not, rushed out, embraced tightly, and then surrounded the elite squad, cheering and throwing them into the air.
"Son, welcome back victorious!" General Quentin looked at his son, tears streaming down his face, and embraced him tightly with his strong arms.
"Welcome back heroes! Welcome back heroes..." Those on the outside, unable to push through, excitedly raised their weapons, cheering for them over and over again!