Especially since he was not an ordinary wizard.
The anger in his heart burned, and he was angry that he had been miscalculated by a mortal twice in a row. Did the other party think that they could deal with the descendants of the Silver with their pitiful tricks?
The Bugas' Sky Kingdom should have been destroyed long ago.
The wizard slammed the staff in his hand on the ground. There was no trigger spell, no magic shield, but he still had magic items and all kinds of storage items. If one were to say who was as rich as a country in this world, then except for the ill-gotten wealth that the dragons had plundered everywhere, the craftsman wizards were the undisputed number one.
And the ingenious Bugas would not simply store their treasures in dark caves like the miserly dragons. They had not seen the light of day for thousands of years, and they were better at using their wealth than anyone else. Almost every Buga was armed to the teeth when they went out. Therefore, in the thousands of years of history, there were very few Buga sorcerers who died by accident. Almost every craftsman sorcerer was synonymous with a long life.
But that was all in the past.
Just like what this wizard never thought was that his opponent was not a Witch Hunter. The other party's soul once belonged to a wizard, and was far better than his.
No one in this world knew their opponents better than the wizards themselves.
What's more, in another time and space, there were countless Silver Folk who fell in the Slate War.
The staff touched the ground, and a visible shock wave spread from that point, pointing straight at Maynild.
But the female Knight had already turned over from the ground, twisted her posture in mid-air, and rolled to one side, narrowly avoiding the shock wave, and landed on the ground.
At the same time, she held up the third crossbow in her hand, which was also the largest one. There was a blade-shaped black bolt on the crossbow.
When the wizard saw the bolt, his face changed dramatically.
"Fenrir's Tooth!"
He almost screamed. He could not understand in his dreams why a mortal would have such a terrible thing in her hands, and why this woman knew that Fenrir's Tooth had a destructive effect on the Bugas.
Subconsciously, he stepped back and activated the teleportation array on his robe. However, it was still too late.
Maynild pulled the trigger and fired the last bolt. She didn't even aim at the wizard. It just flew past him like a sharp blade.
The lines of law that had just lit up around the wizard seemed to have been cut off by this blade, and they all dimmed. The gray robe, magic staff, rings, and necklaces on his hands all lost their luster, as if they had turned back into ordinary objects in an instant.
The demonic wolf Fenrir's Fangs, which had the power to bite through all the laws, instantly erased the connection between the Tiamat Law Network and all the magical items in its path. Other than the Divine Weapons that had their own set of laws, all the items below the level of Ancient Items were rendered ineffective.
But if any random Buga Wizard had a divine artifact, Allium Japonicum felt that he could die without regrets.
Clearly, the other party didn't.
There was a look of extreme horror on the wizard's face. He threw away the magic staff in his hand in a panic. At this moment, it had become an ordinary wooden root, and then turned to flee.
He now regretted it. Because of his previous arrogance and rudeness, the mortal soldiers and Knight were too far away from him. Those who could protect him now didn't even notice the changes that had happened here in an instant.
No matter how good the Bugas were as the Silver Folk, a wizard was still a wizard. At this distance, a wizard who had lost all his defensive abilities could not be a match for a swordsman.
Maynild casually tossed her crossbow aside, drew her knight's rapier, and shot out like an arrow. She was already close to Elemental Awakening, and a distance of a few dozen feet was nothing more than an instant for her.
At the last moment, the wizard struggled to cast a low-level lightning-type spell, but the sparks only made the female knight frown. Maynild's steel-like will allowed her to break through the spell and stab her sword into the wizard's chest.
The Buga Magus screamed in agony, his silver-grey eyes revealing a look of disbelief. He reached out helplessly as if to grab Maynild, but could only wave his hand in the air in vain, making a hoarse sound in his throat.
Indifferently, Maynild pressed her hand on his shoulder and pushed him forward. She pulled out her blood-stained sword, and the Magus's corpse fell backward. His unreconciled and empty eyes were still staring at the sky.
He probably never dreamed that one day he would die at the hands of a mortal.
The moment the wizard fell, the rebels on the city wall finally noticed the movement in this direction. The private soldiers cried out in alarm, and the Knight in that direction immediately realized that something was wrong. They immediately directed several small teams to surround this direction.
After Maynild stabbed the wizard to death, she knelt down as if she had lost all her strength. She knew that she had to run immediately, and the nearest reinforcements were far further away than the rebels. If she did not retreat, she could only close her eyes and wait for death.
But she could not move a step no matter what. The previous explosion had already seriously injured her, and killing the Buga Wizard had exhausted her last bit of strength. She could only watch as the rebel soldiers rushed towards her.
Maynild could even clearly see the excited expression on the face of the soldier closest to her. He raised his spear and tried to stab her, but Maynild only gently moved to the side. Her left hand gripped the shaft of the spear, and she threw the sword in her hand forward with all her might. The sword pierced through the soldier's face. The soldier screamed in pain and fell on his back.
The female Knight switched the spear in her left hand to her right, knelt on the ground, and swept the soldiers in front of her to the ground.
She was already an arrow at the end of its flight. She only wanted to buy a moment, either to be saved, or to die fighting. Maynild felt that she had no regrets in her heart.
It was just that she could no longer see the ideal Erouine that guy had promised, and she could no longer see whether he had achieved all this out of his own ambition or out of faith.
She really hoped that Her Royal Highness could live on and see all this for her …
A Knight finally rushed to the front.
Maynild was slightly disdainful. These noble Knights had long fallen. Many of them had inherited this identity from their fathers, but how many of them had the spirit and strength of the first generation of Knights? Looking at the guy in front of her, he seemed to be fully armed, but his footsteps were light. At first glance, it was obvious that he had not undergone much systematic training.
The female Knight crossed the spear, and with a slight feint, she deceived the other party's attention. She pushed forward, and the spear directly pierced the armor on the other party's chest.
The man groaned, probably not expecting to die in such a situation. He stared at Maynild in horror.
The female Knight's heart was as calm as a dry well.
"One." She thought in her heart.
She was about to pull out the spear, but when she exerted her strength, she could not pull it out immediately. When she looked up, she was shocked to find that the descendant of the noble Knight, whom she regarded as a playboy, was holding the spear that she had pierced into his chest, preventing her from pulling it out.
Maynild's heart was suddenly alarmed. The guy in front of her did not seem to have such willpower. She had clearly pierced the other party's heart with her spear accurately. How could the other party still have the strength to do such a thing?
She subconsciously let go of the spear, but it was still a little late. The long sword in the man's hand had already pierced through her chest.
Warm blood flowed through the silver armor and flowed down along the wild grape vines and the silver lily leaves like a stream, gathering into the armor at his waist.
Maynild opened her mouth slightly. She felt that the blood seemed to have poured into her lungs, causing her to cough violently.
She felt the long sword being pulled out of her breastplate little by little, just like the flame of her life fading little by little. The world seemed to be gradually falling into darkness. In the last sight, the female Knight saw her opponent pull the spear out of his chest lightly, without even a drop of blood.
So this is the monster from Yanbao …
Maynild felt herself falling into a deep sleep as her consciousness blurred. She fell heavily on the ground covered in rubble.
"Am I going to die …"
So this is the feeling of death. It's actually a little warm, she thought.
Duke Grinoires's expression was like a vulture surveying its dying prey in the shadows. He watched the entire battlefield from the Olde Plains to the Teigen Valley in the west of Menta. Flags of various colours could be seen faintly in the white world. The army spread out for more than ten miles, and some of the flags were even hidden in the Menta Forest in the east.
Battles in the vast snow were relatively rare in the history of Wohnde. The armies of the various lords were all hindered by the snow, and it was understandable that the private soldiers were unwilling to contribute in such cold weather.
Overall, however, things were progressing smoothly. In fact, the allied forces had secretly surrounded and outflanked Menta before the battle had even begun. Victory was only a matter of time.
However, the key to this battle was not to defeat Menta's garrison. There were only a few patrolling cavalrymen and defenders, as well as a small number of White Lion Guards. The key to this battle was to realize the arrangements of All For One, and lure the beautiful Knight to Menta Castle.
Everything seemed to be going well for now.
"Has Count Makarov's messenger arrived?"
"No."
"Have you found out who the army in the south is?"
"My lord, it should be the light cavalry from Schafflund. They retreated to Oboan after we repelled them. It's north of the silver mines. The Tónigel people have built a series of defensive systems there. The locals call it 'Valhalla'. "
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