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Affected by the captain's actions, the magisters of the transport convoy also followed him straight up.

The Magister who intercepted them in front of them, in order to hide his figure in the plains, did not carry a mount, and in terms of mobility, he was not as good as the Magister who was riding a horse to transport troops.

It was when York understood this that he seemed desperate to meet his enemy, interrupting the rhythm of the opponent before he could prepare for a magical attack.

Originally, the two sides were not far apart, and under the speed of the horse's charge, the two sides clashed after a few breaths.

The mages who were ambushed in this area, because they wanted to hide their whereabouts from being discovered, did not set up magic arrays or magic enchantments to prevent the mage's reaction from being discovered, so there were only two or three ways for them to defend themselves.

They could not have imagined that the convoy would be so decisive, and rushed directly to their position, as if they were not afraid of their magical attacks, causing some confusion for a while, and only a few calm people reluctantly sent out magical attacks, trying to block the horse's charge.

Such sparse attacks, and impromptu unstable headshots, made it difficult to hit the enemy, but due to the straight impact of the horses, one or two magic bolts were lucky enough to hit.

It's just that the Magister who is protected by a magic barrier won't be injured by a small attack, except that it doesn't cause much of a problem except that it has to protect the horses together, which increases the consumption of mana a little.

York, with his speed and superiority, swung his sword and slashed several enemies in succession, making a screeching sound between the blade and the magical barrier, but he did not succeed in dealing damage.

He was not discouraged, he had succeeded in achieving his goal.

York and the magister of the transport convoy rushed into the center of the enemy formation, just to engage in a melee, he knew that he was not a pure magister, if he chose to use long-range magic to attack each other, he would definitely suffer a loss, so it was best to directly disrupt the opponent's formation and engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Jokce rode his horse from enemy to enemy, striking them with his sword when he saw an opportunity, while activating his brand, putting an invisible magical armor on his body and enhancing his body's abilities.

In hand-to-hand combat, the Magister is not good at using explosive type magic, which will not only affect himself, but also affect his companions next to him, so both sides take out their magic guide weapons and engage in melee combat.

At the beginning of the battle, the transport convoy on horseback had the upper hand, but the opponent was a magister after all, and he was protected by a magic barrier, and the charge and impact of the mount could only barely contain the opponent, and conversely, they had to protect the horse from the sword at the same time, which would only increase their own magic loss, and it was more comfortable to fight on horseback.

York didn't dismount like his companions, his magic couldn't protect his mount, and he simply used his horses as consumables and meat shields to reduce the damage to his magical armor.

Although York's magic armor has no time limit, as long as the trauma reaches the limit, it will disintegrate on its own, and it needs to be used again after a period of time, and his magic to enhance his body can only last for ten minutes at most, so this battle must be decided quickly, otherwise he will not even be qualified to fight.

The other sign-mages in the convoy did something similar to him, sneaking up on others regardless of their horses' injuries.

The number of interceptors in ambush here was about thirty people, and the magisters of the transport convoy, a total of fifty-three people, were more numerous than the other party, so York was able to make such a move without too much restraint.

The Engraved Magister can only withstand a maximum of three Markers, usually one for defense, one for physical enhancement, and one for attack, and York is also a standard choice, unlike some extremes, all three Markers have chosen the attack type of magic.

Now that he'd used the power of two of those imprints, he knew it wasn't time yet.

The power of the Engraved Magus is quite special, and their attack magic can be resisted by the magic and magic barriers of ordinary Magisters regardless of type, so if you want your magic to succeed, you must take advantage of the right opportunities.

Yorke is looking for this opportunity, he keeps an eye out for enemies on the battlefield who are running out of mana, and as long as he finds a suitable target, he will use the Cripple Technique to nullify the opponent's ability to move.

Due to the numerical superiority and the fact that they were in a state of melee, the Magister of the transport convoy gradually gained the upper hand, and although not a single enemy had been killed, the situation continued to be maintained, and it was only a matter of time before the enemy was eliminated.

York, who was wandering around in the melee zone, suddenly flashed a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

"Since these people dare to intercept us, they should have made full preparations, but now their performance is so unbearable, several of them are obviously sluggish, and the movements of releasing magic are quite rusty, as if we have just gained power......"

As if to respond to his uneasy premonitions, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

Dozens of magical rays of light appeared in the air, and a powerful magical reaction chain blew the actual wind breath.

York's eyes widened in astonishment, looking at the lives that appeared on the scene out of thin air.

It was a variety of strange animals, large and small, with a mixture of flesh and herbivores, different colors of fur, and a lot of different appearances from normal animals, and many parts of the body that should not be possessed.

A black and white kitten with wings, a blue wolfhound with a single horn, a yellow bear with three eyes, a giant dragonfly three meters long, and many other similar creatures that violate the ecosystem.

With experience and feeling, York immediately dismissed the animals as monsters.

“...... This is...... Elves?"

Although York had not seen the elves with his own eyes, the appearance and reaction of these strange animals were exactly the same as those described in the Kaos Empire's magic education textbook.

Elves are magical beings that can disappear at any time, and they can also appear in reality at any time, and the way these animals have just appeared is exactly in line with the characteristics of elves.

At this time, York was keenly aware that the number of elves that appeared was exactly the same as the number of enemy magisters present.

"More than thirty contract magisters, how is this possible!"

Making a contract with an elf is an extremely difficult thing to do, and it cannot be calculated by probability.

The elves' whereabouts are unpredictable, almost impossible to catch in the wizarding world, and if you want to make a contract, you must get the consent of the elves, and you can't force it to do it.

In the entire magical world, there are only about hundreds of people who can be recognized by the elves, and they are all scattered all over the place.

York's memory was racing rapidly, recalling the textbook knowledge he had memorized in order to supplement his lack of knowledge.

Because of the difficulty of the contract with the elves, there is no army in the world composed purely of contract magisters, and the sneak attackers who appear in front of him now are more than thirty contract mages.

This represents one-third of the world's contract magisters who appear in this place at the same time.

York's common sense of the Magister he had learned told him that something was impossible.

It's just that there is no more time for him to think now, and when those elves appear, the momentum of the sneak attackers changes.

"Kill them, take back our land!"

Hearing the other party's menacing shouting, and then seeing the dazzling magic light emanating from the elf's body, York knew that something was wrong.

Before he could ride his horse and dodge, an overwhelming array of magical light balls covered the entire area.