The level-two spell, Windspeed, was a very practical skill. It allowed a Magician to move as fast as a galloping horse at a very low level.
The duration of the Windspeed spell was one hour. Within this hour, the person under the spell would be able to run at least 60 miles per hour (Let's cut back a bit, I won't explain it in the future).
An excellent horse might be able to run faster, but it couldn't last that long. If it was running at a constant speed, it couldn't be this fast.
What Ainphent couldn't accept was that Nelis, who was not enchanted with Windspeed, was running in front of him and Sicar.
Nelis revealed her white and slender calves, and her crystal toes left shallow marks on the ground. Her muscles burst with great power, probably comparable to a senior swordsman.
By the same logic, a senior swordsman wouldn't be able to run so fast for too long even if he operated his sword energy at full speed.
The stiff wind blew on Nelis's face, and she felt extremely comfortable. She felt that she could still speed up without other demons chasing behind her. Generally speaking, demons' power would decrease after using advanced transfiguration, but Nelis didn't feel this way. She could even feel that the transformed muscles were gradually adjusting to output energy more effectively.
This was the effect of Ultimate Transfiguration, which was related to the demon's bloodline. Was she going to become an adult?
The field was wide and flat, and the four of them quickly left the battlefield. The castle was far behind them, and the sounds of fighting and explosions on the battlefield could no longer be heard. Only the wind blew past their ears, and the moonlight was like water, cool and refreshing.
They weren't attacked along the way. The black puppets seemed to have gathered and went to attack the castle. An hour passed quickly. Nelis slowed down and stopped. The Windspeed on Ainphent and Sicar also disappeared.
Salin was also embarrassed to continue to stay on Nelis's back, although it was very comfortable and easy. He jumped down and asked, "Ainphent, about how far is the town?"
Ainphent panted and looked up at the starry sky, trying to determine the direction. Although Nelis had been running in the front, she didn't deviate at all. He calculated and replied, "About 30 miles. We didn't take the main road."
Salin was slightly relieved. This was very close to the town, and there would be a larger village or even a small noble manor. Salin looked at Ainphent, who was still panting, and asked, "Can you still walk?"
"Yes," Ainphent replied through gritted teeth. Without the aid of the Wind Speed spell, it would take about six hours to travel 30 miles on foot. He also knew that it wasn't completely safe right now, and it wasn't time to rest yet.
The autumn in Phoenix Principality was dry, which saved Enni a lot of suffering. Otherwise, with his sickly body, he would only be able to walk a few miles before collapsing from exhaustion. After walking for more than an hour, Salin saw a manor.
Under the moonlight, the walls of the manor were covered with shocking bloodstains.
"Protect Ainphent," Salin instructed Shika, then quickened his pace towards the gate of the manor with Neris.
The soil had been soaked in blood and turned dark purple. A fishy smell filled the air, but not a single corpse could be seen. The strangest thing was that not only was there no one here, not even a fly could be seen. Salin squatted down, scooped up a handful of dirt, and sniffed it.
There was no sign of life, only congealed blood in the soil. There was no aura that could be searched for, nor were there any common insects.
The black mages had been here. Salin stood up and slowly retreated. He didn't know if there was another ambush in the manor.
Ainphent watched Salin retreat from the gate of the manor and shook his head at him. He knew that the situation wasn't good. If even this place was massacred by the black mages, what about the small town not far away?
There were only about ten thousand people in that small town, but there were a hundred thousand black puppets in the castle. In other words, the black mages had a larger area of activity and killed more people. There was still a long distance from the border of Phoenix Principality. If they couldn't find a horse, it would be difficult to quickly leave the black mages' area of activity.
However, it would be difficult to find any living creatures in the black mages' area of activity.
Just as he was hesitating whether to enter the manor to rest, he heard the sound of hooves in the distance. He looked back and saw five fast horses galloping in the distance. The people on the horses were crouching low, and their faces couldn't be seen clearly. Behind the five horses, two Headless Horsemen were chasing. The distance was getting shorter and shorter. The people in front were getting tired and their speed was getting slower and slower.
"Enter the manor." Salin saw this but didn't go up to help. The Headless Horsemen were at least Swordsmen. His magic shield wouldn't be able to withstand the impact from the horses. Moreover, Salin didn't know if there were more black mages behind them. If more Headless Horsemen appeared, in the open field, a dozen Headless Horsemen could easily kill ordinary mages.
The people running for their lives also saw Salin and the others. It was as if they saw hope. They kicked their horses hard and rushed down the road towards the manor.
The gate of the manor was open. Salin didn't let Sicar close it and let the horsemen in. The Headless Horsemen behind them soon arrived.
The walls of the manor were made of stone, but it wasn't a military building. The gate was wide, and there was no invisible fortress inside. If the Headless Horsemen rushed in, everyone could only continue to run.
Salin was fully focused, his hands already preparing a spell. Sicar stood by the gate and waited for an opportunity. He waved his club and smashed it horizontally at the Headless Horsemen who were rushing at the gate.
The leading Headless Horseman held a huge mace in his hand and smashed it down, aiming at Sicar's head. The mace was covered with metal spikes, like the teeth of a magical beast. Moreover, the entire mace was made of metal and probably weighed a few hundred pounds. In comparison, Sicar's mace was much smaller.
On a battlefield with thousands of soldiers and horses, this kind of impact was extremely terrifying. Even a heavy shield could be smashed away.
But the gate of the manor wasn't wide enough. Without another horseman to attack, Sicar dodged the mace and smashed it into the chest of the Headless Horseman's warhorse.
The Headless Horseman's warhorse was covered in heavy armor. The mace was deflected by the impact of the warhorse. Sicar's body turned half a circle on the spot, reducing the impact of the warhorse and leaving his back to the Headless Horseman.
The five people who rushed into the manor seemed to be mercenaries. They jumped off their horses, picked up their swords, and blocked the gate. They weren't good at fighting on horseback, but they knew the importance of guarding the gate. The five mercenaries had no choice but to fight. They saw a young low-level Magician standing behind the female Warrior. If this young Magician died, then they would have no hope of surviving.
Without waiting for them to act, Salin had already released a series of spells. The mercenaries were dumbfounded. They were also experienced people, but they had never seen a mage release so many spells in a row. There was almost no time between the spells, but the rhythm was clear.
Salin first released an Ice Ring. The moment Sicar's mace hit the Headless Horseman's warhorse, the Ice Ring wrapped around the warhorse's foreleg.
Although Sicar's attack didn't cause any damage to the Headless Horseman's warhorse, she was still quite strong and caused the warhorse to stop for a moment. Salin's Ice Ring took advantage of this opportunity to accurately hit the target.
Salin's water spells all had some mutated properties. The most obvious was that they lasted longer, but the Ice Ring only lasted for a second. If the enemy didn't move, it couldn't cause any damage.
This was obviously a useless spell. In a battle, who would stop and let you hit them, then charge forward and let the Ice Ring cut them?
Salin was different from other mages. At this level, he couldn't learn many spells. He could only try his best to develop the effects of the spells to make up for the shortcomings of the Magic String. In fact, releasing an earth spell at this time was the best. A rock spike would be enough to knock the Headless Horseman to the ground. Even Swamp Spell was considered a more targeted spell.
But Salin found another way. He used this one-tenth of a second to complete a useless spell. After a short pause, the Headless Horseman's warhorse charged forward, unable to stop at all.
The attack power of the Ice Ring was clearly a third-level spell. The Headless Horseman's warhorse's foreleg was instantly cut off, and it fell to the ground. Then four icicles accurately shot through the Headless Horseman's hands, piercing through his palms and wrists. The right hand holding the mace froze and became extremely fragile. It couldn't bear the weight of the mace, and with a crack, it broke.
The five mercenaries were very smart. In a small-scale battle like this, mercenaries were no weaker than the elite soldiers of the empire. They immediately gave up on their longswords, pulled out their triangular swords, and stabbed the joints of the Headless Horseman's limbs.
The steel armor around the joints was already weak, and the triangular swords were designed to break armor. This cut the tendons of the Headless Horseman's limbs. Salin's acid also hit the Headless Horseman's body in time.
Another Headless Horseman wanted to go around his fallen comrade, but Shika jumped up and smashed the Headless Horseman's neck with her club. She still didn't know the Headless Horseman's weakness. This attack was still to create an opportunity for Salin.
The fallen Headless Horseman struggled to fight back, but his limbs were all broken, and the five mercenaries were holding onto his triangular swords tightly, so he couldn't exert any strength. They didn't dare to pull out their triangular swords, afraid that the Headless Horseman's joints would automatically repair themselves. The acid quickly corroded the Headless Horseman's heavy armor. Carrying his strange weapon, Ainphent walked up to the fallen Headless Horseman and stabbed him hard.
Both ends of his strange rod were hollow, squarish, and it was even spewing flames. If the acid hadn't corroded a hole in the Headless Horseman's body, with Ainphent's stamina, he definitely wouldn't have been able to cause any damage to the Headless Horseman. Now it was different. His weapon directly stabbed into the Headless Horseman's chest. With a bang, flames violently sprayed from the wound. The Headless Horseman's body let out a shrill cry and twisted even more violently.
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