005 Mage's Battle

"My lord, my lord!" Hearing the words of the captain Galieri, the innkeeper was so frightened that he quickly knelt down and kissed the mage Lorenzo's shoes, "This inn is my only treasure, and I can't burn it!" โ€

"You don't want to?" Lorenzo said, his rimless glasses glowing with a cold glow, "If you don't want to, then die." โ€

"Huh?!" Before the innkeeper could figure out what was going on, Galleri's sword was swung out.

The boss rose to the ground with a stunned head, blood splattered all over the mud.

"Hmph, untouchables are not qualified to say no to me." Lorenzo sneered contemptuously and said to Galieri, "Tell the people in the inn to get out of within five minutes, or they will all burn inside." โ€

Galleri nodded, then sent someone to shout, while telling the soldiers to raise their crossbows and immediately release their arrows if Lothar was in sight.

After a while, dozens of guests and hotel employees ran out screaming and scattered.

"Start setting fires?"

"Nope." Lorenzo waved his hand and said, "Let me detect it first."

He walked slowly to the door of the inn, and spat out a strange syllable. Suddenly, a faint ripple of energy pierced through the walls and swept across the entire house.

"Thermal probing."

This is a zero-ring spell that can be used to detect heat sources within a certain radius. Before learning "Life Detection", it was a good alternative spell.

"There were only six small heat sources in the house, either rats, candles or oil lamps, and there was no sign of a medium-sized humanoid...... What's going on? Could it be that he has already run away? โ€

Seeing that Lorenzo didn't speak, Galleri asked, "What should I do, do you want to rush in together?" โ€

"No, there's something wrong. I'll take a look first. With that, Lorenzo picked up his black iron staff, and there was a faint blue light circulating on the tourmaline at the tip of the staff.

"Mr. Lorenzo, I think it's safer to act together." Galleri stood by his opinion.

"Are you doubting my strength, Captain Galieri? Lothar used to be my student, and I know him well. Moreover, it was only in the last ten days that he ignited the flame of law. Lucy was killed because of carelessness, and women are always unreliable. And I'm the official mage! โ€

"Of course I don't dare to question your strength." Galieri gave in, "You are a mage, and you have the right to move freely. โ€

However, in his heart, the Black Iron Rank warrior was quite dissatisfied: "Don't you just want to get that treasure by yourself and monopolize the credit?" Hmph, mages are more greedy and cunning than the devil. โ€

Despite the constant curses in his heart, the double gap between class status and strength made Galleri only watch Lorenzo walk into the hotel.

The hall of the inn was mixed with cheap perfumes, low-quality tobacco, and the smell of rye wine, which made Lorenzo frown. Noble mages should never come to such a place. However, for the sake of the legendary orb of the Friedon family, he decided to endure the discomfort caused by the harsh environment.

"Lothar, my student, come out quickly. I'm your teacher, Lorenzo. Some time ago, because of the death of your father, I was overly sad, had a bad temper, treated you very harshly, and said a lot of mean things. After all, Ike was my best friend and saved my life, and I couldn't accept this fact for a while. โ€

"Neither you nor I are qualified to own that legendary orb. Hand it over, and I'm sure you'll not be harmed, and you'll be rewarded handsomely. Now that you've lit the spark of law, I recommend you to go to a good mage school......"

No one responded, and Lorenzo was not surprised. He just wanted to distract Lothar with those words.

"The heat detection didn't work, which means that the first spell that kid learned can hide his aura. The reason why Lothar was able to kill Lucy was probably because of the spell that sneaked around behind her and launched a sneak attack......" Lorenzo thought back to the fatal wound in Lucy's back, and made what he thought was the most reasonable inference.

There was no trace of Lothar on the first or second floors of the inn, and Lorenzo remembered that there was such a place as a cellar.

In order to monopolize the credit for the legendary orb, the noble mage could only lift the large and heavy wooden door himself and enter the dark and damp cellar.

He hadn't gone far when there was a sudden noise in the darkness.

Airplanes......

This is the trembling sound produced by the magic particles rubbing against the air. Lorenzo's eyelids jumped, and a chill rose up his spine, and before he could react, he was hit in the back by a spell.

A crisp sound came from the robes, and a shield automatically rose, enveloping Lorenzo and fending off the attack.

Having survived the sneak attack, Lorenzo was first rejoicing, then furious.

"Damn Lothar! Dare to sneak up on me, and let me spend the only protective crystal! โ€

Lothar didn't learn any spells to hide her aura. He simply hid in the pool of the cellar and used the cold water to block Lorenzo's thermal detection.

Lorenzo taught Lothar for five years, teaching him magic and teaching him how to light the flame of law.

So Lothar knows Lorenzo very well, and knows the strength of the other party and the spells he has mastered.

The first trichromatic rays were neutralized by the power of the protective crystal, and Lothar did not pause and began to chant the incantation again.

Lorenzo recovered from his initial panic, and quickly turned and raised his staff, pointing it at Lothar, the tourmaline at the tip of the staff growing brighter and brighter, and an electric current swadding.

Although the reaction was relatively fast, the trembling hands still showed the wavering in Lorenzo's heart.

Lacking means of protection, battles between low-level mages are often brutal and short, and a split second can make the difference between victory and defeat. It's like a duel between gunners in the West.

The pampered Lorenzo has very little actual combat experience, and he does not have the psychological quality to wander on the tip of the knife of death. In the past, he was even chased by five goblins and cornered. If it weren't for Lothar's father finding out in time and killing the goblin, this guy would probably have become the biggest joke in the entire kingdom's mage world for ten years. Apparently. His only advantage is the staff in his hand. Using power-ups is obviously faster than casting spells yourself.

Lothar is different. He is a legendary mage in the game and has experienced many battles. Those experiences that hovered between life and death made his nerves as solid as a rock.

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When the first two syllables burst out of Lothar's mouth, Lorenzo's staff shone with blue light, and a serpent-like electric current flew out, grazing Lothar's shoulder and flying out, directly blasting the hard stone wall into a large crater.

In the darkness, stone shards splashed everywhere, hitting the body and causing pain. Lorenzo's heart was cold: he was too nervous and missed.

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Lothar endured the numbness of half of her shoulder, spat out the last syllable, and finished casting. Three rays of different energies twisted into a spiral pillar of light, blasting most of Maleri's shoulders away.

With such a serious injury, unless there is a life spell above the five rings immediately, he will definitely die.

"You can't escape...... The Moon Scepter family won't let you go...... And for the sake of that legendary orb, Master Anatasius will hunt you down to the end of the world......"

Lorenzo was dying, foaming blood from his mouth.

However, Lothar ignores the other party's dying threats and immerses herself in her own world.

"Hehe, interesting. Another different kind of pain...... It turns out that this is what electric injuries taste, like 10,000 needles piercing the skin, which is completely different from a puncture wound. โ€

"......" Lorenzo's eyes widened, and he looked at Lothar incredulously, and he didn't say a last word, and stopped breathing.

Lothar glanced at Lorenzo's corpse and said with a smile, "The Moonsstaff family, Lord Anatasius?" Are they the big bosses who hired you to grab the Orb of Legends? Thank you for the information, teacher. I wish you a happy death. โ€

After a farewell salute to Lorenzo, Lothar left the cellar.

"Captain, look!" The soldier shouted.

Gallieri's eyes widened, and through the window on the first floor of the inn, he saw a brown-haired figure running down the hall and running up to the second floor.

"!" Galleri cursed, "What the hell is Lorenzo doing?" He's a full-fledged mage, so was he dealt with by that useless Lothar? โ€

Thinking of this, Galieri was surprised and delighted.

This is a chance to grab the Legendary Orb and take the credit for it.

"Captain, are you going to set the inn on fire?"

"Idiot, that's just a way to scare Lothar out. What if the treasure on that kid burns out? Galleri cursed angrily and ordered, "Soldiers, take up your swords and follow me." โ€

A total of twenty heavily armed warriors all stormed the hotel.

Although mages wield great power, Galieri is well aware that these spellcasters are not invincible. His enemy, Lothar, has only become a trainee mage in the last ten days, and his mana must be very limited, and he can't use a few spells. He had twenty soldiers in his hands, and even if one life was exchanged for one spell, he could consume Lothar alive.

However, this warrior with an extremely limited knowledge of magic overlooks that there is something called the magic circle.

Ten soldiers roared and slammed open the door and stormed into Lothar's room.

There was nothing but a simple table, chair, and wooden bed.

Wrong!

A soldier looked up and saw many intricate and wonderful patterns painted on the ceiling.

"Start."

A deliberately muffled voice rang out, reaching the ears of the soldiers through the wooden walls.

"Next door!"

The soldiers were about to leave when the patterns on the ceiling suddenly shone brightly. Immediately afterward, tricolor rays that seemed to be the thunder of judgment fell from the sky.

The destructive energy of flames, ice, and lightning killed everyone in the room in an instant. The fine armor that can withstand arrows, knives and guns is vulnerable to the power of magic.

Marieri looked at the unsightly corpses in the room and was completely stunned. The strong smell of blood made him feel uncomfortable after a long battle.

"He jumped out of the window!"

Marlenery hurried to the bedside and saw a figure with his arms covered running towards the woods next to the town.

"He's injured, hurry up and chase him!"