Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Salin was different from other mages. He treasured his magic strings. His power of the mind was always full, so he never ran out of power. The ice ball suddenly stopped in the air and exploded. Dozens of icicles pierced into the bodies of the two assassins.
The two assassins had already practiced swordsmanship, but the low temperature of the icicles froze their blood almost instantly. If the blood didn't flow, they wouldn't have any strength. Shika, who was beside Salin, was very sensitive. Her boomerang flew out of her hand. The foot-long boomerang circled between the two assassins and cut off their heads.
Salin was completely relieved. Unless the two assassins practiced necromancy at the same time, they wouldn't be able to threaten him without their heads.
The attack was clean, but it still exposed the existence of the team. The battle broke out in an instant. Salin whispered to Shika, "You go up and finish off the enemy mage."
"What about you?" Shika was a little worried. In the Caucasus, the greatest glory of an excellent warrior like her was to protect the priests. Shika was a little muddle-headed, but she took the word "glory" very seriously. If she hadn't met Salin, it was very likely that she would have been tricked into doing hard labor by other mercenary groups.
Salin's face was green and blue under the illumination of the fluorescent spell. He gritted his teeth and said, "Go!"
Shika didn't understand why Salin was angry. In her opinion, such a battle wasn't difficult. The strength of the swordsmen on both sides was similar, and they had a mage on their side.
It was no wonder that Shika didn't understand Salin's impatience. Salin looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was a little regretful about this expedition. What he regretted most was killing the mage. In this team, he was the one who read the most. He knew what an oracle of the Holy See meant.
On the surface, the status of an oracle was lower than that of the Pope, but the power of an oracle was definitely not comparable to that of the Pope. Since it was already done, there was no turning back. Salin wanted to kill everyone who saw him and try to escape to the Qinyin Empire before the oracle arrived.
For a level-one mage, escaping was not shameful, especially when the enemy's strength was comparable to that of a level-nine mage. Salin's choice could be described as wise.
Shika put the boomerang back into the leather holster on his waist and took off the huge stick on his back. With a leap, he jumped out of the range of the Fog of Confusion. Salin was startled. Wasn't this step a little too far?
Shika felt wronged, but this grievance could not be vented on Salin, so he vented it all on his enemy.
The strong physique of the Caucasus was innately superior to that of ordinary swordsmen, and Shika was a warrior with an inheritance. Her huge club was made of the leg bone of an extinct magic beast, which was a hundred times harder than steel. She jumped out of the Fog of Confusion and hit a mage on the head with her stick.
The head of the mage who was healing his companion was smashed like a rotten watermelon by Shika's club. Hot brain matter splattered everywhere. The spear swordsman who was being healed by the mage was immediately drenched in white liquid. Some even flew into his mouth and nose.
Before he could feel the nausea, Shika's club landed on his head.
A spear swordsman's defense was no lower than that of a shield swordsman, but the problem was that Shika's club could not be blocked by the head. This hit made the air even more disgusting. The spear swordsman had lost control of his bowels before he died. The cave was filled with a strange smell, as if a carnivorous beast had passed by.
After killing the wounded, Shika searched for the other mage. The battle at the front was very intense. Lucas had already used up all of his Iron Eagle Feathers, and was using his triangular sword to fight with all his might. He was facing two heavy armored swordsmen. Even if Lucas himself practiced close combat, he still wouldn't be a match for the heavy armored swordsmen.
Shika did not care about him, because Sala was more dangerous with her soft sword. Sala was using a martial technique passed down in the Qinyin Empire, which was much stronger in such a small-scale battle than on the battlefield. If one did not consider sword qi, Sarah was definitely the strongest in this small team in terms of martial arts skills.
But now she was being attacked by a middle-aged man with short hair. Her right hand, which had been healed by Sarin, was injured again. Her leather armor was soaked in blood.
Cang Hong and Pino were not much better. They had killed a spear swordsman and two archers in the first round of sneak attacks. Now they were fighting against a heavy armored swordsman. The brilliant red armor had lost its former color and turned grey. There was a ghastly wound on the chest area, and the armor had almost been cut into two pieces.
The bright red armor looked flashy, but it was actually a magic armor. The heavy armored swordsman wielded a heavy sword that was as wide as a door. He was fighting against two enemies at the same time and still had the upper hand. Cang Hong and Pino did not even dare to touch the heavy armored swordsman's weapon. In the narrow cave, they dodged with great difficulty.
The tip of the bright red whip had been cut off. Pino had long thrown away his rapier. Now he was holding a bladed spear. Shika glanced at the battlefield and found that something was wrong. There were 11 enemies. Sarin had killed two, and he had killed two. There were three bodies on the ground, but there were four enemies on the battlefield.
Shika did not see the second mage, so he went straight to the short-haired man who was fighting Sala.
The short-haired man was expressionless. He wore a simple linen shirt and looked like an ordinary civilian. There was nothing special about his clothes. But his martial skills were extraordinary. Sala's rich battle experience was useless in front of him. Her soft sword was like a dead snake, no longer as agile as it used to be.
"Be careful, he's an ascetic!" Cang Hong was hit three times by the heavy armored swordsman's sword. She did not forget to warn Shika as she flew into the air. Shika was the main fighting force now. Cang Hong felt that the gold was well spent.
What was an ascetic? Shika blinked and swept his huge stick horizontally, cutting off the short-haired man's attack route.
The short-haired man wore a pair of metal gloves that looked like the big hands of a construction puppet. Shika's stick hit the pair of hands, and the sound was so loud that Shika felt dizzy.
For the first time, she lost to someone in strength. In the village, even a strong man was not as strong as Shika. However, this powerful rod was blocked by a pair of ordinary metal gloves.
The short-haired man looked surprised. This girl was so strong. If it were not for the gloves, he would have been defeated.
"Mage, come out." The short-haired man did not care about Shika. He called out to Sarin in the Fog of Confusion.
Sarin did not want to go out. In the Fog of Confusion, his senses were extremely sharp. This was a battle, not a competition. Sarin knew that his skills were useless against this ascetic. That pair of gloves was probably a high level magic tool. The ascetic did not seem to care about the life or death of his companions. He decided to kill the others first. As for this ascetic, it would depend on his luck.
High-level magic tools could only be used by professionals of at least level four. This ascetic's level was much higher than his. Sarin even had the urge to turn around and run. But Shika was in front, so he could not just leave her alone.
Shika shook her numb hands. Her expression was solemn, and she began to speak in Caucasian. Sarin also knew Caucasian, but Shika's language had a special regional accent. He could not understand what she was saying. But Sarin knew that Shika was definitely not cursing. Her voice had a clear rhythm, and it had a mysterious power.
As Shika chanted, scale-like patterns appeared on the huge rod. The patterns were dark green in color, and a faint light shone out from the gaps of the patterns. The rod suddenly seemed to come to life as if it was filled with spiritual energy.
The ascetic's expression became very ugly. He shouted, "Heretic! Put down your evil weapon and come back with me. Listen to the Oracle's judgment. "
"You're crazy!" Shika replied to the short-haired man in the common language of the continent. She leaped high and swung the huge stick in a circle.
The material for Shika's weapon came from an ancient magic beast. What she chanted was an incantation that only Gaugass priests could use. In other words, Shika had received the blessings of the highest level priests. Ordinary Gaugass warriors wouldn't be able to use any witchcraft.
This kind of ability was bestowed by someone else, and it was very difficult to upgrade. But it did not mean that this ability was not strong. The stick that had been activated by the incantation produced a low roar in the wind. The ascetic felt that the weapon in the girl's hand had suddenly become an ancient evil beast, pouncing down from the sky.
The ascetic was vigilant. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood on the pair of metal gloves. Blood-red runes immediately appeared on the metal gloves. Sarin had been staring at the battlefield all this time, and he recognized that it was Hieroglyph.
Hieroglyph was not the language of the gods, but the language that believers used to communicate with the gods. Only true believers would be bestowed Hieroglyph. In other words, these people did not need to enter the temple to pray, and they could obtain the power bestowed by the gods themselves.
An ascetic who knew Hieroglyph! He could not let this guy go no matter what. At this moment, Sarin had forgotten his fear. Or rather, his fear had reached its peak. He had accidentally stumbled into a plan of the Church. This plan was obviously not small, and it was personally led by an Oracle. If he could not get rid of the Oracle's men as soon as possible, he would die in the Chaos Swamp before Count Alphonso's assassins arrived.
Out of the seven of them, one had already died. He did not know how many of them would be able to leave the Chaos Swamp alive. Sarin began chanting an incantation, trying his best to maximize the power of his level-two spell.
The level-two spell that Sarin knew was Ice Arrow. The power of the Ice Arrow was more than ten times stronger than the Icicle. Whether it was speed, penetration or freezing power, it far surpassed the Icicle.
Originally, Sarin could cast two level-two spells, but he did not release the Ice Arrow. He continued to exhaust the Magic String, waiting for the best opportunity to strike. This high-level method of casting not only had high requirements for the Magic String, but it also had higher requirements for mental strength. If a Magician with low mental strength did this, the Ice Arrow would directly explode in their hands and freeze the Magician to death.
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