The magic spiders could only transmit pictures but not sound. Roland hadn't solved the problem yet.
Also, the wall of the tent was too thick to block the sound from the outside.
Therefore, Roland didn't know what the woman in the black dress said outside.
He only saw that the woman in the black dress killed the three mercenaries easily.
His eyes lit up when he saw how the Air Cannon turned into multiple Wind Blades.
Roland had always wanted to learn how to transform spell models, but nobody taught him … Or rather, nobody in Hollevin knew how.
He was of a mind to ask the woman in the black dress how to transform the nature of a spell model.
But after seeing that Simba had been smashed and the two mercenaries cut into pieces, he dropped the idea.
He didn't know if the woman would go on a rampage and attack the magic apprentices.
Roland believed that he could fight the woman to a draw, and then Andonara could kill the bizarre-looking creatures.
But the problem was that Roland couldn't completely protect the magic apprentices and the six coachmen.
Roland could dodge an Air Cannon, but multiple Wind Blades with a radius of several meters could definitely kill a couple of magic apprentices or coachmen.
If he were alone right now, he would definitely jump out and learn the technique of transforming spell models from this woman. It didn't matter even if she killed him once or twice. In any case, all he had to do was pester her. If she didn't fall for it, he would ask a few friends to come over and find a way to control her so that he could slowly learn the technique from her.
After all, the woman didn't seem to be a good person. It shouldn't be a problem to resort to extreme methods.
Unfortunately, someone around him needed his protection.
Then, he saw that the woman in the black dress cast Stone to Mud on the rock tent, and he subconsciously cast Stone to Mud back.
Looking at the rock tent that had become hard again, the woman licked her crimson lips and pointed at it, and the rock stratum softened again.
Then, magic power spread out of the rock tent and solidified the rock again.
"How interesting." The woman in the black dress pointed at another rock tent at an even faster speed.
The rock became soft again.
This time, the rock tent reacted even faster, and the rock was solidified again.
"Hahaha!"
The woman in the black dress laughed crazily and pointed at the rock tent faster and faster.
The rock tent, on the other hand, also increased its speed to fight back.
Then things got interesting.
The woman in black pointed at the rock tent nonstop. The rocks in the area where the tent was fixed changed from hard to soft.
Changing back and forth was very interesting.
The woman laughed and laughed, then stopped. At this moment, her eyes were so bright that they were almost like small lanterns. A large amount of black mist gathered from all directions and poured into her body.
Vampires would never run out of mana at night.
They were born with a passive skill, Night's Kin. Not only did it increase their basic attributes, but it also increased their mana regeneration speed when moving at night.
The woman in the black dress pointed faster and faster, and in the end, her fingers almost became afterimages.
At first, she was quite happy. After all, someone actually dared to play a magic game with her, a Master Mage of the Blood Clan.
But then, she was slightly surprised. What was inside the rock tent? How could it have such a huge reserve of magic power that it hadn't run out of mana after fighting with her for two hours?
However, if he waited for another hour, his opponent's mana would be almost depleted.
However, an hour later, the rapid response of magic power in the rock tent told the woman that she still had enough mana.
At this moment, the woman's delight had turned into competitiveness.
She grinned, revealing a pair of cute little tiger teeth, which were then covered by her bright red lips.
At this moment, she began to link her fingers!
Double-casting was her ultimate move.
At first, this move was somewhat effective. The speed at which the rock formation softened was obviously faster.
But no more than two seconds later, the "creature" in the rock tent realized what was going on and sped up its magic power again.
The two parties reached an impasse again.
In fact, the woman in the black dress felt that she was at a disadvantage. After all, she was the active party, and the passive party could only deal with the enemy's moves. It meant that the enemy's speed of repair was actually higher than her speed of destruction.
Four hours later, the woman in the black dress stopped and wiped the sweat on her forehead.
At this moment, she already felt that her opponent in the rock tent couldn't be a human being.
It was either an elf or a dragon-bloodline creature.
Apart from vampires at night, only those two creatures had such abundant magic power reserves.
She took a few light breaths, and the surrounding black gas surged into her body like a cloud.
Even the curtain of rain was twisted because of the rapid absorption of the black air.
Sensing that the magic power in her body was growing, the woman in the black robe cast Stone to Mud again.
The two parties attacked and defended each other again.
Another two hours passed.
The rain stopped, and the sky turned white.
It was almost dawn.
The woman in the black robe was soaked in sweat, as if she had just been fished out of the water. Her black dress clung to her body, and her brown hair stuck to her skin in clumps. She didn't look pretty at all.
Her face was pale. If it had been pale before, it would've been ghastly at this moment.
Even though she was a vampire, and even though she was a member of the Night Clan, she couldn't bear to use magic for such a long time.
Her head was already hurting.
More importantly, the sun was about to rise. If she didn't find a place to hide, she would turn into a fireball in no more than two minutes when the sun shone on her.
It was impossible for her to continue the competition even if she wanted to.
The humanoid creature below her feet was restless.
The woman in the black dress glared at the rock tent and said, "Just you wait. I'll come for you at night."
Then, she turned into a swarm of black bats and disappeared into the woods.
The humanoid creature followed her into the woods.
She was finally gone!
Inside the rock tent, Roland looked at his thumbs and index fingers helplessly.
He habitually snapped his fingers when he cast spells.
It was because it was more handsome.
Little did he expect that he would be taught a lesson by a female vampire in a black dress today.
He couldn't count how many times he had snapped his fingers that night. Five thousand times? Ten thousand times?
The skin on his index fingers and his thumbs had been peeled off, and the red flesh was exposed to the air.
He looked miserable, but because he only felt one-tenth of the pain, he didn't feel too bad.
Was it true that he would be struck by lightning if he pretended to be cool?
It seemed that he couldn't snap his fingers anymore. If another madwoman like the woman in the black dress showed up, would he still be able to keep his fingers?
Andonara came to bandage Roland's wounds, feeling sorry for him.
Roland didn't open a door on the rock tent until it was completely dawn.
Everybody got out of the rock tent, and they set off again.
The magic apprentices didn't know what happened, but they could guess that their chairman must've run into a powerful enemy.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have snapped his fingers all night.
As a result, they all had auditory hallucinations. Even though they were on the wagon, their ears were still echoing the snapping of their fingers.
The snapping sounds were crisp and pleasant.
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