Using the excuse that he was also a member of the 1st Magician Brigade, he purposely followed a few mages and slowed down. When the few people who were talking at the front stepped onto the stairs in front of the mathematics building, they suddenly gathered together. The few people in the front row activated several layers of shields, and in an instant, the magic light shone brightly.
The people in the back row began to chant, and the power of magic gathered in an extremely violent manner towards the few people who were chanting the spell. Even if one didn't examine carefully, one could understand that these were powerful spells, and it seemed that they would be completed faster than expected. One of them, however, helped his companions with supporting magic. All the movements were as smooth as flowing water, and the coordination was skillful. It was obvious that their training was solid and their tacit understanding was good.
This was the standard tactic used by the 1st Magician Brigade in a battle. It emphasized breaking the shield with the first hit, killing a few enemies first, and gaining the upper hand by a show of strength.
With the Magician's defensive magic and physique, the quick and harassing spells were like reminding the other party that they were looking for trouble. The first hit usually didn't have much effect. Not only did they waste the time of the first hit, but they also alerted the other party and gave them a chance to prepare a counterattack.
Unless they could control the other party in one breath, the first hit to break the shield and cause direct damage to the other party was more useful than simple harassment. Because the latter still had to hope that the other party would panic, but a truly experienced mage wouldn't have that kind of emotion!
However, such a large formation was actually just a feint. The real assassin was silently attacking from the blind spot of their line of sight!
This was a premeditated operation, and the target was the enemy of the Empire, Guebrach Tripwood!
The official mages present who didn't participate in the attack were mostly from the 1st Magician Brigade, or active members. They understood the advantages and disadvantages of this tactic. But now was not the time to think about the reason behind it. They all subconsciously put one or two layers of shields on themselves, but more of their attention was used to prepare for a counterattack. This wasn't a response of intimidation or defense, but a battle where blood would be shed.
It was true that a tactic used in a battle could be used very quickly, but to use it at such a time, this tactic would definitely not be the main attack. There would be another trump card behind it. Grand Magician Kabambai, Bijan, as well as the angry Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan and his friend Attila immediately diverted their attention to find this hidden killer. As for their target, they also wanted to know who it was.
The ambush on the stairs was a gamble on whether the target's movement would be more convenient than on flat ground. Therefore, the best way to attack was from the front. If the target retreated carelessly, he might trip and become an opportunity for others. The only way to attack from the front was to use Earth Magic!
The sorcerers who made the judgment almost intuitively lowered their heads and paid attention to the changes in the mound and the bricks. The abnormal bulges and cracks indicated the killer's tracks. When he broke through the pile of dirt and tried to kill the Warlock Saint, he was met with an angry punch from the Warlock Saint!
The 1st Magician Regiment was part of the army of the Guevana Empire. Even if he was a Warlock Saint, he was only employed by this army and did not have much power. For example, building the entire brigade into an iron bucket, eliminating dissidents and gathering confidants. If they really did that, how much combat power would this team have left?
It was precisely because of the continuous recruitment of powerful magicians that this team became famous. However, powerful people would not easily submit to others. Even if they were restrained by military orders, it would still be extremely difficult for them to be completely convinced.
It was definitely not an easy task to lead such a group of unruly people. Even Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan could follow orders in battle, but he could not make his will be the will of the others. Therefore, he knew that there were some people in the brigade who had different thoughts from him, and he did not intend to change them.
But what he didn't expect was that someone actually dared to deal with someone he admired right under his nose. Therefore, Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan's punch was very heavy, and it was strengthened by an unknown number of spells.
Even so, it did not stop the assassin's actions. The other party seemed to have already seen through his habits. The shield attribute of protection was targeted and resisted the spells on the punch, minimizing the damage. This wave of momentum was only slightly deflected, and the Warlock Saint was still unable to stop the assassination.
Babak Abnahan said that he was surprised by this outcome, but he was also not surprised. He did not even need to see this person's appearance clearly. Just based on this skill, he knew who the other party was. That was the scout of the vanguard team in the first brigade.
A person who was proficient in all kinds of concealment and stealth spells was more like an assassin than a mage, and a strength-type assassin at that. The kind that would often bring back the head of the enemy's chieftain while he was scouting. Even so, this time, he still missed, and the reason was because the target had already disappeared from his original position.
A stream of white flames that flashed past the corner of his eyes instantly attracted everyone's attention, and seven or eight heads flew into the sky. The condensation was completed, but the magic that had lost its purpose was not released. At the moment when the spellcaster lost his head, the magic power went out of control and produced a disorderly riot, turning into various forms and exploding outwards. The few people in the center of the storm were blown to smithereens.
Faced with such a situation that he had never encountered before, the assassin adhered to the principle of escaping a thousand miles away if his attack did not succeed, and once again burrowed into the ground and scurried away. This spell, which was similar to Shadow Stealth, allowed the spellcaster to shuttle between half-reality and half-illusion at an incredible speed.
But before he could form his next thought, a longsword that had traversed through countless dimensions directly pierced through his head! With another pull, his whole body was pulled back to reality like a large flag, flying across the sky. Following that, his head was cut open, and all kinds of red and white splattered out. But neither the white brain nor the fresh blood splattered on the man's body.
Just as everyone was looking for the missing man again, the longsword that was flowing with white flames pierced through the Warlock Saint's chest!
As if his physical strength had been drained in an instant, Babak Abnahan knelt down.
The man holding the hilt of the sword stood behind the Warlock Saint, his expression uncertain. No one knew if he should kill him or not. The atmosphere at the scene froze. They had not made a move in the first place, and none of the mages who belonged to the first brigade were confident that they could save their captain's life from that sword. Even they themselves felt as if they were being stared at by an unknown existence, and did not dare to act rashly.
"Hey, before you make a move, I think I have something to tell you first."
A voice that came out of nowhere seemed to be the only opportunity to break the situation at the moment. Everyone looked at the source of the voice in disbelief. It sounded like the voice came from the sword that was stuck in Babak Abnahan's chest. It continued speaking.
"He doesn't know anything about the assassination this time. But it doesn't make sense to say that he doesn't know anything. After all, before he left, he was taken care of by so many nobles. But he really doesn't know anything about the operation this time, and he didn't make any related plans. It should be the group of people who died acting on their own. "
"Is that so?" Lin said coldly.
"I'm not helping anyone here by lying here or concealing crucial information."
After thinking seriously for a while, Lin used the Flash Spell to retrieve the Cassette Cutting to avoid the second injury caused by the sword being pulled out. When he realized that the sword in his chest had suddenly disappeared, Babak Abnahan was slightly stunned. He heard the Sword Master say, "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't understand the situation and attacked you without permission. Fortunately, it's nothing serious. "
Everyone who heard this could only feel embarrassed. A sword was stuck in the other party's chest, and this was nothing serious? But compared to the others who didn't even have an intact corpse, it was considered lucky to have kept his life. Even the person who was stabbed, Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan, didn't say anything to refute.
But things weren't over yet. Before Abnahan could figure out the situation, the Cassette Cutting, who was being stared at by a certain someone, continued, "Compared to the old man who was stabbed by you, if you want to find the accomplice of those dead people, you should look for the magician who's wearing a black robe and has hair that looks like a watermelon peel, far away from the battle. According to the old man's knowledge, he's one of the people who died. It's just that for some reason, he didn't make a move this time. "
As soon as the Cassette Cutting spoke, everyone looked at the magician it was describing. Because his features were very obvious, no one could mistake him. Realizing that he had become everyone's target, the black-robed magician panicked and turned to run.
Lin tightened his grip on the Cassette Cutting and stared at the back of the escaping magician. He was still thinking about whether to chase after him. At this time, the Warlock Saint, who was supported by his friend Attila, said, "Sir Cuipwood, on account of the fact that you stabbed me for nothing, let him go."
Lin turned around and stared at the pale-faced Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan. The latter made an ugly smile and said, "Although we're not on a mission, and I'm not responsible for any of their actions, he's still a soldier under my command. And if he really knows something, I'd like to know too. "
After saying this, Abnahan ordered his subordinates who were closer to him, saying, "Go, catch that coward and bring him back to the inn. If he becomes a deserter, we'll have to put in a lot of effort to find him, and the result won't be as easy. "
After saying this, a few people chased in the direction of the escaping magician.
From an outsider's point of view, Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan's decision was like generously exchanging his own injury for the life of one of his subordinates. It could be considered as letting go of this matter.
In fact, only the magician himself knew that the real reason was that he didn't want to be forced to become enemies with this magician because of this attack, so he found a way to step down. Of course, he also wanted to know who was behind this, but this was just along the way.
Understanding that the matter in front of him had come to an end, Lin bowed his head and apologized to everyone, saying, "Sorry, I still have to test the printing machine and prepare the journal. I won't be able to entertain you. Sir Abnahan, do you still want to see how my printing machine works? "
"No. Although my injury feels like it has stopped bleeding, I still need to find someone to treat it. When the mathematics journal is officially sold, I'll take care of your business. "After saying this, he nodded and motioned for his friend to lead him away.
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