The spy had been following behind the mercenary team.
After the magic apprentice took the ancient elven book and left the tavern, the mercenary was found by the mercenary squad's friends. They beat him up in the tavern. Cursing each other, they left the capital and went into the woods.
The spy followed behind them.
He watched him enter the cave.
He waited outside.
In the end, when they saw them coming out, they quarreled again and finally started fighting. One of the Magicians was extremely exaggerated and directly injured several of his teammates. When his mana was exhausted, the necklace in his hand directly generated a large amount of mana and poured into his body. In just a few seconds, the Magician immediately became vigorous like a dragon and fierce like a tiger.
In the end, because he was too close, the Mage discovered the spy. Knowing that he was no match for the spy, he had to escape first.
After hearing the spy's story, Dalton's heart began to burn.
A piece of equipment that could help Mages store magic power.
It was a product of the ancient elves.
Any Mage would be excited to hear the news.
At this moment, Dalton was completely convinced of it.
There was nothing wrong with the ancient elven book or the mercenary squad. The spy that he planted was very loyal and wouldn't lie to him.
He took a deep breath. Although he tried to hold it back, the joy and eagerness on his face were vaguely revealed.
"Point me in a direction. Where did that Mage go? "
The spy pointed to the north of the city.
"You did a good job." Dalton looked at the spy with a smile.
"It's my honor to serve you, sir."
The spy lowered his head, obviously happy.
Dalton pointed his magic staff at the spy with a smile.
Multiple Arcane Bullets were stored in the magic staff.
At such a close distance, with the spell triggered by the staff, the Arcane Bullets were famous for their fast trajectory.
Before the spy could react, he was swallowed by several colorful streaks of light.
Because he wasn't immune to the Annihilation property of the Arcane Bullets, the spy simply exploded into a pile of ashes.
In addition to the extremely high ballistic speed and damage, the Arcane Missile also had the characteristic of annihilation. However, this characteristic was very difficult to trigger. After all, the target's magic resistance was low, and their physique was not very good.
Against professionals of similar strength, the probability of triggering it was pitifully low.
In comparison, Finger of Death, a fifth-level spell, had a much higher chance of being destroyed.
Dalton opened the window and soared into the sky with a wind spell.
The ashes in the room were also swept up by a whirlwind and flew out of the window, disappearing into the sky.
At this time, the mercenary team arrived at the agreed place. They were all injured and had bloodstains everywhere. They looked terrible, but in reality, they were only minor injuries. They would recover in two days.
The Mage in the team reluctantly handed the necklace to Roland.
Then, they took 20 gold coins and quickly left.
Dalton flew directly towards the forest in the north. Very soon, he arrived in the sky and opened his Spiritual Search Net.
The Master-level Spiritual Energy Web had a huge range, which was no worse than Roland's.
Very soon, he discovered a weak mana fluctuation that was slowly moving forward. It seemed to have sensed his mental strength net, and his speed of escape increased.
Can running be faster than flying?
Dalton smiled confidently and chased after it at an even higher speed.
When he was above the feeble mental power, Dalton chanted a spell while flying. About a second later, he threw out an orange fireball the size of a face.
After an intense explosion, a crater about three meters in diameter appeared, and the trees nearby were blown away.
The flames of magic splashed everywhere.
The fireball hit the spot right in front of the mental power.
It wasn't an accident; Dalton did it on purpose.
He didn't want to damage the precious magic equipment.
Then, Dalton landed on the ground and stood in front of the Mage with feeble mental power.
Dalton thought that he would see a panicked refugee, but the young man before him was very, very calm.
Wearing a bright gray magic robe, he stared at Dalton in silence.
Dalton felt that something was wrong, but then he saw the magic necklace in Roland's hand, and his eyes glittered.
Even though he was several meters away, he could sense the intense magic power surrounding the magic necklace.
It was indeed a piece of equipment that could store magic power.
For a Mage, magic power was the foundation of everything.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to cast even the most powerful spells.
Magic power was their attack, their defense, and their life.
"Young man, hand over the item." Dalton said kindly, "You know what I'm talking about. You can't get away with stealing a divine artifact from the Association of Mages."
His kindness and calmness indicated that Dalton felt that he had the situation under control.
Roland raised his hand and waved the necklace at Dalton, before he slowly put it on his own neck.
His movements were extremely slow and calm, and it revealed a steady feeling of ridicule.
Dalton's face twitched. He said with a faint smile, "Young man, you don't seem to be very sensible."
Roland chuckled. "Kaka Bard, he's in hell. He asked me to send his regards to you!"
Hearing that, Dalton immediately realized that he had been tricked. He suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at Roland.
A dozen streaks of light crashed at Roland with long exhaust flames behind them.
But in the next second, a blue shield-holding magic puppet appeared out of nowhere and blocked all the magic bullets.
Generally speaking, the spells stored in a wand weren't very powerful. They could only be cast without spells and caught the enemy unawares.
The shield-holding puppet was quite resistant to magic. It was more than enough to block the attacks.
Dalton's eyes were filled with surprise when he saw the blue doll.
Wasn't this … the derivative spell model that Young Bard submitted?
Was this guy the real author of the derivative spell?
Run!
Since the guy was bold enough to trick him out, he must be confident that he could keep him here.
Something might happen to him if he didn't run.
Dalton immediately soared to the sky, but before he was ten meters high, a magnetic male voice echoed behind him.
"Decree: Flight Prohibition!"
Dalton immediately felt a strange force pressing down on him, pushing him down.
Decree? A Saint Samurai?
While resisting the invisible force, Dalton struggled to turn around, only to see that a young man in platinum armor had appeared far behind him at some point.
The guy raised his heavy sword and emanated bright golden rays of light.
Damn it. It's really a Saint Samurai!
This was a trap for him. The guy had even taken his flying spell of the wind class into consideration.
He tried his best to summon the magic power in his body and compete with the guy's Decree divine technique.
It was a direct competition of their strengths. The Flight Prohibition didn't suppress all flying spells. There was a limit to their strength.
It all depended on who was stronger.
Although Schuck was only level five, and Dalton was level ten, they were one level apart.
However, the Golden Sons' high attribute growth panel and the Saint Samurai's bug-like class enhancement made Schuck's real strength slightly higher than Dalton's even though his level was much lower.
Then, Dalton watched in horror as he was pressed back to the ground from midair.
It took more than four minutes.
Roland didn't take any action during the whole process. He simply watched in silence.
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