Battles between spellcasters often began with information gathering.
The importance of information shouldn't be mentioned repeatedly. Revealing information in a battle of life and death was tantamount to exposing one's weakness. Spellcasters, who had many tricks up their sleeves, were the best at targeting their weaknesses. No other job class could compare to them in terms of the variety of attack methods they had — an endless variety of spells and spell-like abilities.
It was easy to see how powerful a melee job class was. The absolute difference in basic stats was an obvious gap, making all martial arts techniques and techniques difficult to use. However, spellcasters only looked at the level of their mana, which didn't mean anything. Mana was only a consumable used to cast spells and magical tools. The only thing that truly mattered was the spells themselves.
A mage who knew more spells would be stronger, because they could easily use the most suitable spell to counter their opponent … In fact, to put it in an extreme way, a mage's value depended on how many spells they knew.
Didn't this sound familiar? It was just that it was easy for people who had learned supernatural abilities to form such a prejudice.
Yes, prejudice. This was common knowledge in the magical world, but some people didn't think so.
"… Is it really that troublesome? Isn't being pierced by icicles or burned to ashes the same as death? As long as I can defeat my opponent, it doesn't matter what method I use or how much effort I put into it. Rather than thinking about how to counter my opponent, it's better to strengthen myself. With absolute power, even the most crude punch or the most ordinary fireball will be unable to block it. "
The practical Rorschach had always thought this way. He had a pitifully limited number of spells, so he always used whatever he had. A supernatural ability would require him to repeatedly analyze and understand it thoroughly in order to come up with all sorts of tricks.
Not to mention, the magical knowledge he obtained from Lori was probably common knowledge in the world of anti- Aishi magic.
A certain archmage who claimed to have mastered the most types of magic was probably the genius mage who had mastered the most types of magic in history. However, when it came to a serious fight, he had never been able to defeat an apprentice (ranked) mage who only knew ice and undead magic, not to mention that he used extremely simple principles.
When Rorschach found out that the strongest Lich in the legends only used simple magic such as Ice Ball, Big Ice Ball, Super Big Ice Ball, Summon Undead, Transform Undead, Summon and Transform Powerful Undead, it made people wonder if he had even graduated from being an Apprentice … Rorschach seriously reflected on it. Was it him who had gone astray or was it the people who had gone astray?
Perhaps there was no need to go through so much trouble. At the very least, my lineage didn't need to be burdened by the endless pursuit of magic.
"… The information has really been completely leaked. Looks like Morton is done for. He's definitely going to win."
The two instructors on both sides of the stands looked at each other and came to the same conclusion. However, they gave completely different predictions.
In the eyes of elven mages, the information of a spellcaster was their lifeline. Whether it was the type of spells they knew or the magic tools they used, it was all information that concerned their life and death.
But in Rorschach's eyes, since it was impossible to keep the information from the start, it was better to prepare for it with the premise of leaking it … To put it bluntly, it was fraud and false information.
"Boom!"
The Blazing Sun Fireball exploded once again, and the entire arena turned into a sea of fire.
Morton was directly caught in the sea of fire, but this time, there were no magic tools to protect his energy to use.
He didn't even have time to move before he turned into a man of fire.
Gabres shook his head, lamenting the time he had wasted, and turned around to leave.
"What a waste of time …"
The audience was even more wailing. This battle was neither long nor short, and probably many people didn't even consider betting.
Under everyone's gaze, the man of fire gradually turned into a man of black charcoal. Some of the audience had already left the arena.
"Boom!"
But the next moment, a violent explosion attracted everyone's attention.
There was a flash of fire. This time, it was the elven mage's robe that was burning, and … his dignity?
His long golden hair was instantly charred black. The sudden attack broke through the archmage's normal defenses, and this familiar magic wave even prevented several protective tools from being activated.
"Did you see him roll?"
"I saw him, he rolled so fast."
The sharp-eyed audience could see that the archmage Gabres had avoided most of the fire with a tactical roll … Well, it was commonly known as a donkey rolling. Although it was a little ugly, it was still very effective most of the time.
And the attacker was that mass of black charcoal.
But now, the charcoal man's dark outer shell had fallen off with the wind, revealing the delicate pink skin underneath that was indeed intact.
Yes, delicate and pink, just like the skin of a newborn baby.
The audience was in an uproar. Even a fool could see that the attack that Gabres thought was a fatal blow not only did not hurt Morton at all, it even seemed to have helped him with a skin treatment.
"… My magic power? My flames? "
Although it was very embarrassing, Gabres was not injured. What was injured was probably his dignity and face.
Being forced to such a state by a second-grade mage, even if he won in the end, he would probably be laughed at by his own race for decades.
But what he didn't understand now was that the flames that attacked him were the flames of his own Blazing Sun Fireball.
It was also the power of magic and elements of the same origin that prevented him from activating his usual elemental defenses, causing him to suffer a great loss.
"This is his attack? He can imitate my spells? He's an elven thief? No, it's more like a rebound? The Mage Hunter's Flash Battle Technique? No, he took my flames head-on first. What the hell, what ability is this? "
But obviously, Morton would not explain … On this point, Rorschach had taught him well in advance. Shooting your mouth off on the battlefield meant that you didn't want to die miserably enough, and explaining your abilities on the battlefield meant that you didn't want to die quickly enough.
He picked up his staff and began to cast spells with narrowed eyes.
And at this time, it was Gabres' turn to have a headache.
Attack? What if it was rebounded again?
Wait for the opponent to cast a spell? That would be even more stupid.
"Since he's not afraid of Gabres' flames, why did he purchase fire elemental defensive props and spread out to various districts with various identities to buy so many … Damn it, so many, we've been fooled!"
The elven mentor Erwin in the stands figured it out at this time, but Rorschach just happened to look over with a playful smile.
"Who said that you can't lie if you only tell the truth? I bought so many times, so many varieties, just because I was afraid that you didn't notice. Previously, you all thought that 'he's afraid of flames,' 'if you break his defensive props, you can deal with him with elemental magic.' "
Are you stupid? You think that you don't need to buy fire-resistant and elemental damage-resistant equipment just because you absorb fire elements … Fine, you don't need it, but you can buy it and tear it apart for fun.
Roxia stared at Morton in the arena with a rare satisfied smile on his face.
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