It seems that the impression of a magician is always fragile and slow. The one who has the most extreme destructive power is always the one who seems the weakest, which is very much in line with the principle of dialectics, and in many cases it does make a novel or story more turbulent and exciting - but we always have to respect reality.

In fact, this "consistent impression" seems to be really debatable.

With the help of spells and runes, magicians use their majestic spiritual power to communicate the elements, and the phases of the elements can also be borrowed by magicians in many cases. The earth element is thick and solid, the wind element is fast and keen, and the development history of magic for thousands of years has already mined the characteristics of the two elements to the extreme - from the earth wall and light body art that can be learned by trainee magicians, to the earth shield and levitation technique of magicians, to the more advanced earth barriers, group light bodies, and wind wings, all of these basic and advanced magic are all enhancing the survivability of magicians. Theoretically, if a mage can harness all of these spells at the same time, it will be difficult for even an assassin of the same level to break through their defenses-

In fact, mages were still vulnerable, and remained the most desirable targets for the Assassins in war.

In fact, the reason is very simple, the purpose of the magician's existence is to release the destructive power beyond the limit, and every large-scale magic from preparation to release and even more advanced differentiation between friend and foe requires the magicians to devote their full attention, no matter how many defensive spells a magician has released by his side, the moment he begins to prepare for the attack with all his strength, all his defenses will collapse, making the magician himself the most vulnerable and striking existence on the battlefield- This creates a paradox: mages can't use defensive magic when they need to deal with it with all their might, and what do they need to do with that terrible defense when they can easily deal with low-level, small magic?

So, wouldn't it be good to train a few magicians specifically and be responsible for defense while other magicians prepare forbidden spells?

Yes, it is possible in theory and in practice - but wouldn't it be better to leave this to the melee class on the team and unleash the power of these mages? Could it be that an archmage would unleash a greater barrier of earth than a knight of glory would unleash a holy guardian (and the former could unleash more than ten times as much damage as the latter)?

In the end, all those idiot mages (or idiot commanders) who try to unleash transcendent attacks while enjoying transcendent defenses are ruthlessly educated by the unforgiving reality.

But what if it was the other way around?

What if a mage no longer needed to attack, no longer needed to destroy, but only needed super defense or extreme speed?

"Wind, convergence, plural!"

"Wind, converge, accelerate!"

"Wind, converge, float!"

"Wind, convergence, lightness!"

......

Only spells that are extremely familiar, use their bodies to form instinctive reactions, and do not require drawing runes can be reduced to simple affixes by magicians, or even silently cast. This kind of magic is basically very low-level magic, but low-level means that it is not complicated and does not require full attention, which also makes it possible to cast multiple spells.

Delkora didn't even raise his staff. A cyan glow flickered around him, and layers of wind elementals enveloped him, raising the hem of his mage robes—and he leaped forward, bringing up a gust of wind and dust, causing everyone around him to subconsciously stop looking.

Then, when the people struggled to open their eyes, the young magician in the blue high-necked mage robe was gone.

He said...... He's just a trainee magician?" said Pib Dan's face was full of disbelief.

"If he says yes, so be. Satya spread her hands, "Just assume it's real." ”

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In the Great Plains, there are very few large flying monsters. There is no forest, there are no cliffs, and even this large wasteland with few strong winds can hardly provide a suitable environment for winged monsters to survive. In the town of dates, it is said that there are also birds that nest in the date palm trees – these birds feed on date borers, so the townspeople do not chase them away – but after leaving the town, the sky looks more desolate than the earth.

Harnessing the winds and maintaining an extremely high speed in the face of the tremendous wind pressure is a demanding requirement for the mage's mental control. If melee professions such as warriors and knights can rely on their strong physical fitness to endure the suffocation and air resistance caused by thin air, then it is an impossible environment for magicians to survive under the same pressure. It's not complicated to build a bubble chamber, but maintaining the stability of the bubble chamber while moving at high speed is a great test.

Fortunately, this is not a problem for Del Cola.

The distance between the Red Bone Town and the Date Palm Town is about 500 kilometers in a straight line – not two relatively close towns, even in the vast Great Plains. The climate of the Great Plains is stable and warm, and there is a lack of fast horses, but it is rich in large and docile pack cattle. It seems that there are no professions here, and it seems that only one or two people in the crowd of onlookers in the morning have been tested for their professions, and they look more like hunters - which is to be expected given the near-seclusion of the Great Plains to the outside world, but the lack of professionals and the lack of means of transportation will make communication with each other more difficult.

Because these 500 kilometers really won't take too long for a professional who is going all out.

When Del Cora arrived in the boneless town, the sun had not yet risen in the sky, and the 500-kilometer journey took him less than five hours (after all, there were no strong winds and no road conditions). Del Cora also worried that he would not get the wrong direction, after all, the slightest deviation in direction of the 500-kilometer journey might lead him to a completely outrageous destination - but when the silhouette of a settlement appeared in the distance, Del Cora was relieved.

The red skeleton of the giant beast is really eye-catching.

This skeleton should have belonged to a four-legged beast before and after its death, the skeleton was a kilometer before and after, there was no tail, and countless sword-like broken bone spurs stood on the bulging vertebrae; the quadrupeds were short, the neck bones were also extremely short, but the head was not large; the mouth was very long, and all that remained in the mouth was molars, and there was no canine structure, which should be a vegetarian animal; there were no ribs to protect the internal organs, but the position of the chest cavity was interlaced with countless long and sharp bone spurs; the skull and pelvis were relatively thin and terrible- It's not at all like the structure that a normal creature should have. Delkora tried to imagine what the skeleton looked like when she was alive, but found it indescribable, almost like a joke of the creator god.

Or is it really some kind of failure created by God?

Viewed from above, the entire Red Bone Town is a small ring-shaped town built around this skeleton. The skeleton looks sturdy, except for a little fragmentation brought by age, there is no trace of artificial excavation, but there are many strange buildings built with the help of the structure of the skeleton itself. Because of the high skeleton, the buildings in the town are also very three-dimensional, connected by various rope ladders or stairs. Because most of the buildings rely on skeletons, it seems difficult to find two similar buildings at a glance, all of them are oddly shaped, there is hardly a canonical geometric shape, and even the roads are different in width and straight-curved - it seems that because of this ugly bone, the aesthetics of the whole bone-bone town are also distorted.

Del Cola landed not far outside the town, and before he could land, several townspeople had already come running from a distance with weapons.

The townspeople, dressed in rough armor and with longbows and spears in their hands, looked warily.

"Hey, gentlemen, is this a boneless town?"

Delkora waved at them and shouted.

Hearing his voice, the emotions of several townspeople visibly relaxed. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, took a few steps forward and shouted from afar: "Magician, you have come from the southwest, and the wind you have brought with you has alarmed us! Where are you a traveler?

"I am a mercenary from Adu, my dear friend! I swear to the God of Creation that I have no ill will towards this land or the people of God who live on it, except that something has gone wrong in the town of Date Palm in the southwest, and I have been commissioned by them to come here to find Priest Seris—a letter from their mayor!"

The leader came over, took the letter, and seemed surprised—definitely surprised by Del Cora's age—and looked at its contents, and said, "It's a coincidence that you've come, Pastor Seris has just returned the day before yesterday, and although we don't want Pastor Ceris to be so tired, if the matter is really as urgent as it says, I'm afraid there's no other way - boys!"

He waved his hand to the crowd behind him.

"Keep on guard, I'll take the guests back to town first!"

The gathered townsfolk dispersed.

"My name is Phenas, young friend, Phinnas Terry," said the leader, "and please don't mind our recklessness. ”

"My name is Del Kora. I haven't seen it in date towns...... Belch...... Guards, so it's a bit of a surprise," Del Cola asked, "what are you guarding against? Is there a war with the other towns?"

"War? no, no, no, there will be no war among the people of the old land who watch over God, we are defending against wild beasts. There was a pack of hyenas passing through here, we lost a couple of pack oxen, and the lads in the town organized themselves to patrol and wait for the hyena pack to migrate. "But the hyena pack has left, and this is our last day of patrol." ”

"Looks like I'm here at the right time. Delcora shrugged, "Is the hyena pack a big loss?"

"It's not too big, it's just a bunch of ordinary beasts. "But the need for the cattle to graze and the caravans to travel on time caused us a little bit of trouble—oh, look, that's the gate of the town." We're here. ”