Until Rob made his move, Pemera had thought that the situation was under her control.
In fact, she had done a good job. When everyone's attention was attracted by Saxe and the ghost on the second floor, Pemera asked herself a question. What was the meaning of the other party's action?
This group of people had sneaked into the tower without anyone noticing. At least, they had done a good job. However, what they had done afterwards was a little confusing. They had not taken any of the supplies from the eighth to the twelfth floor, but had taken the risk of being discovered and sneaked through the thirteenth and fourteenth floors, where there were the most jailers, to the fifteenth floor to kidnap Furlow.
Why? Furlow's position in the eyes of Grimm was actually very awkward. He had a powerful background, but basically knew nothing. It was not very meaningful to kidnap him, and it would attract the jailers' attention. This kind of guy was more like a hot potato, so Pemera concluded that the two people on the second floor were just bait. Later, the miniature magic device that someone had left on the seventh floor also confirmed her inference.
This analysis might sound simple, but it had only been less than a quarter of an hour since Nightingale and Furlow had been discovered. In such a short time, Pemera had not only made the correct judgment, but also set up an ambush. It could be said that it was quite amazing.
She felt as if she had returned to the days when she was hunting down wanted criminals, watching with her own eyes as her cunning prey walked step by step into the trap she had set long ago.
However, before she had time to enjoy the joy of victory, the next moment, her expression changed.
The fire dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws at her. It looked quite imposing, and Pemera did not dare to underestimate it. She immediately drew her sword to meet the enemy. She killed the fire dragon with only one strike, but she did not feel happy at all. Instead, she showed a rare trace of panic.
The moment her longsword came into contact with the fire dragon, she knew that she had fallen into a trap. The strength of this spell was at most a Tier 3 spell, but the opponent's chanting time was longer than ordinary Tier 3 spells. This meant that the opponent's target was not her, but the three people behind her.
Pemera's heart sank. This was the first time tonight that the situation had exceeded her expectations.
However, her three companions weren't mediocre, either. Although they weren't as strong as her, they were still seasoned veterans. That guy's casting time was longer than an ordinary Tier 3 Spell, but there was a limit. According to Pemera's estimates, he could only cast one more Tier 4 or 5 Spell after casting that Fire Dragon.
Thinking of this, the deputy warden was a little relieved. If it was only a grade five spell, the three of them would at most be in a difficult situation. However, when Pemera turned around, she could not help but be shocked.
When she had cut off the dragon's head with her sword, the three people behind her had also used their own spells. The three of them had the same idea as her at first. They thought that the enemy's main target was Pemera, and the three spells had been cast very quickly. It was common knowledge that the longer a Magician took to cast a spell, the weaker its power would be. Therefore, the three of them hadn't paid much attention to it.
In the end, the three of them only realized how wrong they had been this time when they actually fought each other.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The future Supreme Magus Your Honor had played a trick. The fire dragon that looked fierce was actually the weakest. Instead, it was the three unremarkable spells that were the real killer moves. The three people clearly did not expect that they would be the enemy's target. They focused all their attention on Pemera, ready to support her at any time. They only had half of their attention to deal with the spell that was coming at them.
In the end, it was the fifth spell that decided the outcome of the battle. This was a spiritual spell.
Normally, spiritual spells were not very effective against preachers. However, Rob's timing was very good. The moment Pemera realized that she had been tricked, she revealed a slight flaw in her mental defense. The future Supreme Magus Your Honor took advantage of that moment.
The silver lion's movements paused slightly. When she turned around, it was already too late to save her four subordinates.
Pemera's pupils shrank. She realized that she had made a serious mistake.
Because of Sachs and the ghost, she had always thought that the intruders were the prisoners under Grimm's care. However, after seeing Rob's attack, Pemera was sure that the intruders were not from the prison.
Compared to the fact that a criminal had infiltrated the tower, this was what she was most worried about. How did an outsider get in here?
Unlike Flo, who was a spoiled brat, Pemera was still very conscientious. She knew all the prisoners under Grimm's care, and many of them had been sent here by her. She knew that there were many masters among them, but she also knew that there were no masters of this level.
Putting three grade seven professions in front of her in an instant, although there was a certain element of sneak attack, it was enough to explain the problem. Such a guy couldn't be a prisoner here, so how did he get into Ogden? If he could get in, did it mean that the prisoners could also get out?
A lot of questions flashed through Pemera's mind, but she quickly regained her focus. She realized that the young man in front of her was probably the most difficult enemy she had ever encountered in her life. This time, she finally lost her previous confidence.
Pemera had to admit that things were completely out of her control.
The other party was right. She had indeed made a mistake. Calling Crowell was undoubtedly the safest way to deal with the enemy when they didn't know much about the enemy at all. However, everyone had their own selfish motives, and Pemera was no exception. She respected the latter very much, but she also had her own pride and ambition. She wanted to prove that she was not inferior to Crowell through this incident, so she only brought a few of her old subordinates.
Just like the previous operations, she was used to taking charge of the overall situation alone. Only when everything was settled would she reveal all her plans. But this time, she finally had to pay the price for her arrogance.
Pemera was agile and seemed to be no different from 40 years ago. In fact, because of the accumulation of experience, she seemed to be more skillful in battle. Even Rob couldn't do anything to her for a while. However, the deputy warden knew very well that she couldn't hold on for long.
On the surface, she seemed to be able to attack and defend well, and even occasionally threaten the other party with her sword. However, she was, after all, a 90-year-old woman. Her physical strength could not be compared to 40 years ago. This was especially evident in melee combat. No matter how well she maintained herself, there was no way she could escape the cruel laws of nature.
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