"Mages shouldn't put themselves in a desperate situation, Salin." Fayern sprayed water from a watering can to wash the wound on the corpse's thigh, revealing the pale white bones.
"Is there really no other way?"
"You can ask me this question again after you become a great sorcerer. Sicar, test it with your weapon. "Fayern called out to the silent Sicar.
Sicar pulled out a boomerang and slashed at the pale thigh on the test bench. With a swish, the sturdy thigh bone was sliced through by Sicar's boomerang without any resistance.
"Not bad. Although you can't use sword energy, your control of strength is no different from a swordmaster's. Salin, test it out. "
"Yes." Salin held a spell with both hands and carefully released an ice blade. With a crack, the ice blade embedded itself into the thigh bone, only a third of the way in.
"The attack power is enough. I'm very surprised that you can do this. However, to be able to cast this spell so perfectly in battle, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until you've advanced. Against a high-level swordmaster, you can't kill him in one blow. Instead, you'll fall into a weakened state. That's not a good choice. "
"I'll use the Illusory Swamp to control the enemy and let Sicar finish his attack."
"What if the enemy is two high-level swordmasters?"
Fayern asked a simple technical question. Salin was a level-2 mage. After releasing a level-3 spell, his magic strings would be completely exhausted. Without magic strings, Salin would become Sicar's burden. Salin obviously knew that he could release two level-3 spells, but that wasn't the problem. The enemy could be three high-level swordmasters.
"Use acid and poisonous fog to control the enemy's breathing, and Frost Spell to disrupt their rhythm."
"This requires Figaro's formula …"
Salin thought to himself. Give me half a year and I'll be able to use the Figaro's formula in actual combat. Against Count Alphonso, he definitely had to find helpers. The problem was still the level. If he didn't advance, he would never have enough magic strings. He could only rely on accumulating them. There really wasn't any good way to deal with a swordmaster.
Seeing that Salin didn't refute, Fayern said, "Escaping might be the best choice. However, if you have enough money, scrolls are the best solution."
Salin was speechless. Was there even a need to say it? With ten thousand scrolls thrown out, even if they were all level-three spells, a Sword Saint would not be able to withstand it. The problem was that a Level 3 Magic Scroll cost 200 Gold, an Alchemy Arrow only cost 1 Gold, and a better quality Alchemy Arrow cost only 10 Gold. With so much money, it would be better to hire some mercenaries. Even a Sword Saint would die under the barrage of arrows.
Fayern smiled and said, "Looks like you've thought it through. An individual's bravery is never as good as the strength of a group."
Salin's heart trembled, but he was also extremely grateful. Fayern could tell that he was concerned about his hometown, and was afraid that he would act on impulse and go back to take revenge. Count Alphonso probably had thousands of soldiers under his command. If he set up a trap, he would definitely not be able to return. If he died, the Metatlin bloodline would be completely severed.
Roar!
Just as he was speaking, the roar of a demonic beast came from afar. Fayern's expression changed, but he didn't explain anything to Salin. He cast a speed spell and rushed out of the tent in the blink of an eye. It was the first time Salin had seen a Mage run so fast. At least, he was faster than the Headless Horseman's charge.
There were only barricades around the camp, and not even a trench was dug. At the front of the camp, a man and a beast charged in like a hot knife through butter. The Bitter Water Army had more than a hundred sentries, and they were all spread out. They couldn't stop this man's attack at all.
Salin walked out of the tent and saw a shocking scene from afar.
An adult Thorny Dragon had knocked three cavalrymen into the air, and was roaring angrily as it trampled on a tent. The soldiers under the tent were trampled into meat paste, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Next to the Thorny Dragon, a man in heavy metal armor strode towards Princess Rex's tent with a meteor hammer in his hand.
His target was obviously not Salin, but Salin felt all the blood in his body freeze. He couldn't even move his feet, let alone use magic. This man's body emitted a strong power. Compared to him, the Thorny Dragon was like a cute kitten. Every step he took made a muffled sound on the ground. Smoke and dust rose under his feet, as if thousands of horses and soldiers were charging.
His target was Princess Rex's tent. Salin was just affected by this aura, and he completely lost the ability to fight. Silva and Neris followed out and realized that Salin was not in a good state. Silva hugged Salin's waist and retreated. Neris was also very nervous. She stood in front of Silva and stared nervously at the man in full armor.
This man was like a demon, and she couldn't resist him at all. If it weren't for Salin behind her, Neris would have escaped long ago.
Salin's face was red, and the huge mental pressure was slightly reduced. His left hand was the first to move, and he immediately activated the magic on his magic robe. Invisible Shield spread out. Even though it was the lowest level of magic, it still removed most of the pressure Salin was under.
He stared at the Samurai. The Samurai was clad in black armor. The armor was seamless, and other than the joints, there were no gaps. Even the armor on his face was the same. There were no crystals embedded in the eyes. Instead, they were triangular mesh densely packed together.
The shoulders, elbows, knees, and other parts of the heavy armor were all sharp metal spikes. The meteor hammer in his hand waved as he moved forward, making a whimpering sound. Dozens of javelins were thrown over, and they were swept into the air by the airwaves stirred up by the meteor hammer. They fell behind the warrior.
Two soldiers rushed up on their horses, and the bladed spear pointed at the warrior's chest.
The intense sound of metal cracking rang out. The bladed spear broke into two pieces and shot out. The soldier on the horse also fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped moving. Salin actually didn't see clearly how the warrior did it. At this time, Princess Rex's calm voice came from the tent. "Tinis, back off."
Tinis, who had already gathered more than a hundred soldiers, pulled his warhorse when he heard this. He watched the warrior walk toward the princess' tent from afar, feeling anxious.
Four people walked out of the tent and blocked the warrior's path.
These four people wore the same long cotton robes. They didn't wear armor, and they held the most ordinary eight-sided sword of Qin Yin in their hands. The heavily armored warrior immediately stopped. The appearance of these four people surprised him. The intelligence was wrong. Princess Rex actually had four Black Iron Sword Saints by her side!!!
Leave? He couldn't accept it!
Continue? The other party still had two Great Magicians who hadn't attacked. If he was injured, those thousands of soldiers would no longer be ants. They would be executioners who would cut him into pieces.
Hmph!
The heavily armored warrior seemed to be angered by his own hesitation. He let out a deep and complicated roar. The Thorny Dragon that was trampling on the tent turned around and rushed toward the four people guarding the tent.
The Thorny Dragon had the strongest defense among the land dragons. It didn't know any magic, but its four-meter-tall body and its spikes that were harder than metal were its most powerful weapons. Magic damage to it wasn't stable either. Apart from not being a mount, this kind of magical beast was almost the most powerful weapon in war.
Once the Thorny Dragon charged forward, even a Sword Saint wouldn't be able to stop it. The heavily armored warrior followed the Thorny Dragon forward and waved his meteor hammer again.
Four people wielding Qin Yin's eight-sided swords moved aside like ghosts, slipping past the Ankylosaurus from both sides. Four long swords flew towards the heavily armored warrior. This action seemed to have been practiced thousands of times. The movements of their feet were neat, almost touching the body of the Ankylosaurus.
The Thorny Dragon lost its target and went berserk. It continued to rush toward Princess Rex's tent.
If it trampled on them, the people in the tent would definitely not be spared. Seeing this attack, a term popped up in Salin's mind — magical beast warrior.
It wasn't rare to subdue a magical beast for battle, but to control it perfectly, the level of the magical beast had to be two levels lower than the warrior. The Thorny Dragon was a level-six magical beast. This heavily armored warrior …
A Silver Sword Saint!
"Salin …"
"Don't go over. We can't help," Salin interrupted Silva. Silva was at most an intermediate-level swordsman. Facing a Silver Sword Saint, he couldn't fight back. If he wanted to take advantage, he, a low-level mage, would be better off. After all, magic was a long-range attack. Even if it couldn't hurt the enemy, it could still restrain them.
Silva didn't refute. Princess Rex had been nice to her, but Salin had paid for her help. Salin didn't let her move. Of course, she didn't want to fight that terrifying guy. Caucasians valued teamwork, but her team only had one leader, Salin. The others weren't enough for her to risk her life.
The tent suddenly emitted a dazzling light. The light split into six beams and shot toward the Thorny Dragon. The Thorny Dragon lowered its head and avoided its eyes. It didn't stop, determined to step on the tent. The six beams of white light shot onto the Thorny Dragon's body. Like sharp swords, they broke a few thorns of the Thorny Dragon. But that was all it could do. Sixth-level light magic wasn't very effective against a level-six magical beast with extremely high magic resistance, not to mention a creature like the Thorny Dragon that was almost immune to magic.
Magic immunity meant that magic damage of the same level and below could be reduced by more than 80%.
Salin calmed down. This level-six spell was just the beginning. It was to prepare the coordinates for later spells. Otherwise, he could use earth magic to stop the Thorny Dragon.
Bang!
The Thorny Dragon charged into the tent and hit a stone pillar head-on.
Sixth-level spell, Earth Totem.
Salin's eyes lit up. The original purpose of this spell wasn't to block, but to temporarily increase the range of a Magician's all-around magic. It was much more useful than a magic staff. Within a hundred square meters of the Earth Totem, a Magician's defense and attack power would increase exponentially. For half an hour, this stone pillar was almost indestructible.
No matter how strong the Thorny Dragon was, it couldn't destroy the earth. With this collision, the thorns on its head broke one after another. Its body also stopped moving, feeling dizzy. From the destroyed tent, two fire snakes darted out and wrapped around the Thorny Dragon's body. These two fire snakes were extremely agile. One went straight for the Thorny Dragon's nostrils, while the other drilled into its anus. Half unconscious, the Thorny Dragon didn't notice the fire snakes' intentions.
It breathed in desperately, trying to regain clarity of mind. One of the fire snakes followed the rhythm of its breathing and drilled into its nose.
Roar!
The Thorny Dragon jumped up in pain. This ten-ton behemoth twitched and jumped up, pressing down on the tent.
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