It was a night with a bright moon and sparse stars, but the weather suddenly changed.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder began to rumble. It spread and surged in the air as if lightning would strike at any time to show the might of the heavens.
This was the center of the forest.
Several shadows ran through the lush grass. They parted the waist-high grass and went straight to Izeluma's Twin Towers. There was no hesitation along the way, ignoring the rugged terrain as if it was nothing.
Everyone was wearing a green cloak and hood, and their formation was neat and orderly, giving off a sense of discipline.
After the thunder, the sky began to rain.
Large and small raindrops poured down from the sky, hitting the grass and trees, making dripping sounds.
When the attackers saw this, not only did they not retreat, but they also moved faster and faster with a smug smile on their faces.
They knew very well that the rain was used to support them. The weather changed because they had a solid backing. Now that the weather changed, Ezeruma's defenses were torn apart on a large scale. They were no longer fighting in Ezeruma's home ground. Instead, it should be said that this was their home ground.
In the process of running, a few of the attackers suddenly stopped.
In front of them, a middle-aged gentleman with a walking stick stood there, looking at the attackers with a cold expression.
"How amazing. They actually chose to use the weather as support. Although the weather in this area is changeable, no one has ever done it so beautifully."
Lord Ezeruma, Balon, snorted and made a correct assessment of the attackers' abilities.
Before the mysteries of ancient times had faded away, controlling the weather was not considered a powerful magic trick. However, now that the weather had been more or less understood by science, the mysteries of the weather had long faded away on a large scale. It was extremely difficult to recreate a spell at the level of controlling the weather.
It required at least dozens of magicians to chant the ritual together to barely achieve it.
"Since you're clear about it, why don't you help us?"
One of the attackers crossed his arms in front of his chest and showed a smug smile. "Now that things have come to this, I don't need to explain what I'm referring to, right?"
"Hmph! You think the Ezeruma Clan is too weak! "
Balon's expression darkened. He slammed his walking stick on the ground, causing several transparent soap bubbles to emerge from the ground and float in the air.
Even though the soap bubbles were hit by the raindrops, they did not show any signs of breaking. The magic power contained in the soap bubbles made the attackers immediately alert.
None of them dared to break the soap bubbles. As magicians, they had a minimum level of caution.
Then, the soap bubbles flowed unnaturally in the air and surrounded the attackers, blocking their escape route. Then, the bubbles exploded.
"Izeluma's Rainbow Jade. Have a good taste of it."
As the soap bubbles burst, the expressions of several attackers changed. Then, they held their throats and knelt on the ground in unison.
"Balon!"
The attacker who spoke to Balon's voice, and he raised his hand to release. he released lightning bolts from his fingers to strike Balon.
Although Balon immediately withdrew the soap bubbles and constructed a rainbow soap bubble barrier in front of him, the soap bubbles were clearly not enough to block all the lightning bolts. Two bolts of lightning still passed through and struck his body.
The principle of soap bubbles was to destroy the oxygen in the air and obstruct breathing. Thus, the enemy would fall into a state of suffocation to defeat them. Although it had a certain degree of defensive ability, the soap bubbles themselves were small and could not be of much use in a situation where there were not many of them.
"Ugh!"
Balon groaned and held his shoulder that had been burned by the lightning. He slammed his walking stick on the ground again, causing several more soap bubbles to emerge from the ground.
However, before he could launch the soap bubble, a lightning bolt several times thicker than the one before appeared from behind the forest like a flash of light and shot toward Balon.
This lightning bolt came too quickly and too suddenly. It was several times more powerful than the previous lightning bolts.
Balon was caught off guard and was struck in the abdomen by the lightning bolt. The clothes on his abdomen were instantly burned to ashes. The surface of his skin was directly charred and emitted the smell of roasted meat.
"Oh my, Sir Balon is still vigorous despite your age. You actually came out alone to welcome my magician squad."
A young man walked out from behind the forest. His words were full of praise for Balon, but his expression was full of mockery.
It was a young man with brown skin. His blonde hair reached his chest and an exquisite golden necklace hung around his neck. He naturally had a lofty smile on his face.
"Arram Gariasta …"
Balon knelt on the ground with a pained expression. His hands were placed on his abdomen, but he did not know whether to put them down or not. A ferocious expression gradually appeared on his gentlemanly face.
"You bribed Madam Inore to not come to help, right?"
Ezeruma was a branch family of Baruyereta.
However, when Ezeruma was attacked, Lord Baruyereta had no intention of coming to help at all. After Balon went to him, Lord Baruyereta even said something like 'Since the enemy attacked first, they must have a good reason. It would not be good for me to act rashly.'
"Hahaha! You're pretty smart, Sir Balon. "
A look of superiority surfaced on Atram's face as he looked down at the kneeling Balon. "There's no reason for the main family to protect the branch family in the first place. All we need to do is play some small tricks and the monarch will turn a blind eye to it. This is the style of the Kariasta Family."
The Gariasta family was rumored to be a large family from the ancient Middle East. They had just joined the Clock Tower a few generations ago after buying magic with money.
Although magic had only been passed down for a few generations, they had wantonly interfered with the surface society through magic. Not only did they control the black and white forces in the city, they even took over the domestic oil mining rights. The family was abnormally rich in funds.
After joining the Clock Tower, this family obtained a noble title by donating money to the Clock Tower and became a new noble of the Clock Tower.
Although they were nobles, their family used local curses that were not recognized by the Clock Tower. Thus, they were looked down upon by the nobles of the Clock Tower. Their status in the Clock Tower was rather delicate.
"Alright, since it's already come to this point, why don't you just hand over that top-grade heirloom?"
Arram smiled proudly at Balon. "The most famous dragon slayer legend in Northern Europe, that Bodhi Leaf stained with dragon blood. As long as I have that Bodhi Leaf, I can summon the strongest dragon slayer, Siegfried, in the Holy Grail War in the Far East. Then, I can win the Holy Grail War in one fell swoop!"
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