Under the blowing of the night breeze, Blake felt a little anxious.

Originally, he was in the house that originally belonged to the Paladin rookie, discussing with his dear Uncle Richard about joining the Ebony Society.

Although Richard's ability and strength are not impressive, as the first person to donate real estate to the Red Label Gang "on his own", Blake does not mind taking him as a model, promising him to join the Ebony Society and feel the supreme glory of our lord.

Money is not omnipotent, but it is impossible without money, and the power of money is necessary to revive our Lord.

It's just that when he was talking happily with the other party, there was a faint palpitation in his heart, as if something big was about to happen.

Soon after, Van Rader "Vulture" burst in, with a hint of panic on his face.

He told himself that there was a faint scream from the northwest, and that sound like it was Coat's.

Hearing the news, combined with his own palpitations, Blake decisively interrupted the conversation with Richard, and hurried back with Van Red and Dink.

He has a strong sixth sense and has saved his life more than once.

Because of his super high perception, his identity is not just as simple as a mage on the surface, and he also works part-time as a priest of the Worm Walker.

The Red Label Gang was established in Van Darin Town at the behest of the Ebony Society's top brass, on the one hand, to spread more faith, and on the other hand, to secretly control the long-abandoned Van Dahlin Mine.

To this end, the Ebony Society has also sent a special Master of Drow who has taken refuge in our Lord to assist him.

Thinking of the beautiful Drow mage, Blake couldn't help but feel a little hot in his heart, and stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, but then, his pace slowed.

The woman said that she could control the Vandalin pit alone in less than three days. But after so much time, not only did she not reply, but she didn't even send someone to deliver a message, could it be that something happened to her side? ”

Blake frowned and thought to himself.

"Ahh

A faint scream from not far away interrupted the Red Label leader's thoughts.

"Boss, it's Adolf's voice!"

Dink, who was guarding Blake's side, muffled.

"I know!"

Blake's voice was like the cold wind on a winter night, freezing to the bone.

"I want to see who ate the bear's heart and leopard gall and dared to raid the headquarters of our Red Label Gang!"

There was a hint of anger in his words, but there was some confusion in his heart.

Could it be that the adventurers passing through the town of Van Lin knew something from the mouths of the civilians, and this is the ......

Just as he was thinking about it as he passed through a fork in the road, a faint wave of mana came from the deep alley on the side.

At this time...... Not good!

By the time Blake realized something, it was too late, and in the alley beside him, a large fireball quickly formed in the blink of an eye, whistling and slamming towards them.

"No!"

Smashed in the face by an unknown enemy with a fireball technique, Van Reid let out a terrified scream from his mouth.

"Boom!"

The damage of the Fireball spell is the second most powerful spell in the low ring spell, and no other spell dares to claim the first damage.

With a violent explosion, it was like a high-explosive grenade thrown between the three Blake people, and in an instant, the nearest "vulture" Van Redder exploded flesh and blood, and split it apart.

The flames raged in the heat, and the huge impact blew Blake and Dink upside down.

Blake's instantaneous mage armor shattered on the spot, and Dink, who had a high physique and health, opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of blood, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Nice power."

Wren put the fireball spell staff he had received from the Drow mage into his dimensional bag, and rushed out of hiding with a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, aiming directly at Blake.

Mages and warriors are naturally the first to kill the more threatening mages!

"Blake, I hope you like it."

Along with Wren's words, a sword light slashed down in the air.

Blake, who was about to cast the spell, had to interrupt the cast, and forced himself to resist the vertigo caused by the backlash, and dodged the blow with a tumbling embarrassment.

"Who are you, what is the grudge between me and you, and why did you attack us?"

Blake asked, gasping for breath.

With the mage's armor as a buffer, the damage caused by the fireball technique to him was not high, but the huge kinetic energy other than that shook his internal organs was faintly painful.

Although the intelligence of the mage is far beyond that of ordinary people, in terms of physique, mages without buffs are not much stronger than ordinary people.

"You're a noble man. Two days ago, you had your men beat me badly and throw me into the wilderness, and today you are still discussing matters with my dear uncle in the house that belonged to me, why do you not recognize this old friend of mine so soon? Surprised, surprised? ”

A sentence accompanied by a series of sword lights, forcing Blake to roll around and dodge, without even a chance to stand up, let alone focus on casting spells.

"Wren? How are you, how is it possible? ”

The surprise on Blake's face was clearly visible.

"Why not...... Want to sneak attack? I want to eat a fart! ”

Backhand shielded Dink's long knife, Wren activated the spell attached to the necklace, and a series of magic missiles flew out of his fingertips and hit Dink's face, instantly becoming a blur of flesh and blood, and the attached mental damage directly took away the last trace of the warrior's blood.

At the same time, Blake finally seized the opportunity and got up from the ground.

"I really didn't expect it to be Ling."

Blake looked at the paladin who was approaching step by step, slowly adjusted his clothes, and then applauded "pop".

"Wren, you're a smart young man compared to your uncle, how are you, are you interested in working with me? If you nod your head in agreement, the property will return to its original owner, and our Red Label Gang will send an additional apology to apologize. ”

"Noise!"

Wren slashed impatiently with his sword, but was stopped by Blake's staff.

Although the staff made of glass was instantly cut in two, Blake also managed to gain a short cast time.

"It's a shame that I had to kill a child with my own hands."

Before Wren's sword light could be slashed, the leader of the Red Label Gang decisively tore open a scroll.

The rich aura of magic enveloped his entire body, and in the next moment, a muscular arm stretched out from the aura, and slapped the blade to the side with one palm.

"Tamsyn's Transfiguration?"

Looking at the muscle version of Blake, Wren asked with a frown.

"Kid, nice eye."

Blake shrugged his shoulders and hooked his hand at Wren.

"Come on, boy, let me show you how powerful the mage melee genre is!"

After realizing that he could not safely distance himself from the paladin in front of him and cast a spell, Blake decisively used the scroll of our lord's blessing in exchange for a powerful melee ability at the cost of temporarily giving up his spell casting ability.

Tamson Transfiguration, the six-ring spell of transformation.

While the spell lasts, you can't cast spells and can't use magic items in exchange for a +4 boost bonus for your strength, agility, and constitution, a +4 intrinsic defense bonus, and a +5 ability bonus for the Tenacity Check, and is good at all improvised and military weapons.

Not only that, but this spell can also change the caster's mind to melee thinking, and the shot will be faster, more accurate, and more ruthless, just like an elite warrior of the same level.

Wren looked at the confident leader of the Red Label Gang and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He really didn't expect to meet a battle wizard who was proficient in the change system.

This genre is extremely rare, and it is a clear stream among spellcasters.

But......

He's sure he's going to engage in hand-to-hand melee combat with a demigod-level legendary warrior who has combat experience, just because you're a spellcaster with no melee expertise?

Wren laughed a few times in his heart, decisively changed his weapon to the Lightbringer, and rushed towards the leader of the Red Label Gang.

A few minutes later, calm returned to the alley.

Wren walked out of the alley with a blood-dripping mace, then turned to look behind him and whispered "idiot".

If the other party would rather resist a sword than distance himself from him, it may be a little tricky, after all, most of his skills have just been handed over in the hands of those professionals; But this guy just has to play melee combat with himself, so isn't that looking for death?