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In fact, Curt could only cast level two spells. (Please search, or type directly to see the latest chapter) so his table xiàn is amazing, and even Gran, who missed the spell casting process, didn't figure out what was going on. It wasn't until Curt took out the scroll and explosive potion that Glenn reacted. - The scroll contains a level 1 spell, shooting objects, and being able to shoot small objects into a distance. The explosive potion is as powerful as the Fireball technique, and the visual effect is very similar.

Gran felt a shock in his heart, he had underestimated every low-level spell that Curt had cast. But now that Gran had run out of spells, Curt was still bombarding the enemy one after another, and only using low-level spells. This made Gran realize that although his spell-casting skills were far superior to Curt's, Curt was beyond Gran's deep understanding of spells.

'He's a promising young mage. ’

In the face of the facts, Gran had to change his opinion of Curt. He then drew a fireball staff that he hadn't intended to use, and aimed at the enemy in the distance.

Eighty mountain barbarians roared, smashing away the goblins and orcs that stood in their way, and rushed towards the Black Tower. The seven-headed ogre followed, their massive paws making the earth tremble.

It's time for a critical moment. ’

Curt looked at the ogre wizard running at the back, silently thinking. He's going to kill the monster leader who can cast spells to save him from trouble. In addition to this, Curt has another thing to do. There are signs that some of his former partners have become enemies.

The number of dwarven warriors under the tower has increased to forty, including a few who have been healed. They stood side by side, ready for the onslaught. Curt stepped out of the Mage Tower and stood on the edge of the suspended platform. He then took out the inverted arrow scroll and read the magic words on it. So the first throwing axe aimed at Curt flew back and slashed in the face of the barbarian who threw the axe. The rest of the barbarians cursed, but never dared to throw a second throwing weapon again.

Curt stared at the Ogre Wizard as he got closer, oblivious to anything else. He calmly pulled out another scroll and blessed himself with a protective energy spell. Defensive energy spells can negate specific elemental damage, and this time Curt specified Flame Resistance. Then he reached into his pocket and found two fireball necklaces.

Fifty dwarven crossbows fired a volley, followed by the sound of dropping crossbows in pieces, picking up shields and axes. Gran is casting spells with all his might, trying to take down as many enemies as possible. At Curt's request, Hoffman and the three dwarven warriors waited behind him, looking around suspiciously. Because Curt gave instructions to them to take out the enemies who suddenly appeared.

"It's now!"

Curt shouted abruptly, and then vanished. He appeared next to Hinton, who was guarded by ogres, and there was an ogre on the platform outside the mage's tower. This is a level two spell that swaps places. It allows the caster and target to be swapped together, and the spell is as short as one word.

The ogres were half a beat slower, and Hinton only had time to turn around. It saw Curt holding three golden orbs in each of his hands, metal beads taken from the fireball necklace, looking cheap and suspicious.

In the spellcasting world, the Fireball Necklace is known for its danger and instability, and is a low-quality magic item. Exposure to heat or collision will cause them to cause a chain of explosions, similar to those of Fireball. Mages with limited arm strength can't throw the Fireball Necklace far enough, so few mages are willing to carry it with them. But for Curt, who is blessed with a protective energy spell, the fireball necklace is a weapon to kill enemies.

Under Hinton's horrified gaze, Curt slammed six beads in front of him. The ogre screamed in horror, then was engulfed in a wave of fire. After the violent explosion, only charred corpses remained on the ground. Hinton and its four-headed ogre guards were not spared, and Curt directly took out the brains and main force of the monster coalition.

The protective energy spell then dissipated, and after absorbing enough heat, the spell ended. Curt calmly activated the Invisibility Ring and disappeared from the eyes of the stunned foe. The three-headed ogre couldn't find him, and could only roar angrily. They lingered for a moment, then rushed back towards the Black Tower.

A few minutes later, Curt walked into the tundra, far away from the Thousand Laws City. He found an orc behind a dead tree who was probing his brain, and said calmly:

"Hello, Inspector Andrew. Please don't pretend, you should be able to see me. ”

“...... You're still so cunning, Curt. ”

The orc hesitated, then stood up. Fluent lingua franca flowed out of his mouth, and the orc's form blurred as it turned into a man with a green vine cane. This is the Wilderness Transfiguration, a druid's unique magic.

"You shouldn't have left the Thousand Law City, your job should be to break into the city. ”

Andrew spoke slowly, staring at Curt warily. After a moment he grinned and continued ill-intentionedly:

"If this reckless act means your betrayal, I wouldn't be surprised. ”

"I'm just wondering why you're attacking the dwarves who helped me. Thunderfall is a druid's patent, and I should be right. In addition, this year's reindeer herd on the tundra also moved earlier, forcing the alpine barbarians to attack the Thousand Law City. The only druids who can do that, am I not wrong?"

Curt asked unhurriedly, he came to ask the teacher to ask questions. Andrew was silent for a moment, and finally laughed and said:

"Yes, I did it. I want you dead, Curt. According to Aaron's report, you're already a mage inside and out, and it's only a matter of time before you become a traitor. Did you leave the center of the battle at a critical moment just to ask me for confirmation? No, you came to kill me. But you're no match for me, you're just a self-righteous imp. ”

With that, Andrew brought his staff to his chest and read the prayer. He was going to summon a giant vine and strangle Curt to death.

Curt shook his head regretfully, and then a silver light burst out of his eyes. There is no third party here, and he is free to use his psionic powers.

As Curt manifested a level 3 psychic ability, time jumped, and Andrew vanished from where he was. The extra mental energy invested drove Andrew away from reality for eighteen seconds, enough for Curt to make the next arrangements.

Curt walked over to where Andrew had disappeared and took out six vials of explosive potions, stacking them into two knee-high columns. Then he looked into the distance, revealing another level 3 psychic ability, and space sliding.

When Andrew returns to the real world, he doesn't realize the changes he was born with. So Andrew looked around in astonishment, and took half a step forward when he was now a hundred meters away from Curt. This reflex kicks down the stacked three explosive potions, causing them to collapse into a heap and explode. The flames detonated three more explosive potions, setting the nearby trees on fire to torches.

"It's a pity, I wanted to stay in the Magic Overseer Association for a while. ”

Curt walked back to Andrew's side, shaking his head at the blackened, twisted corpse. He took off the two magic rings on the corpse's hand, put them in the dimensional waist pocket, and then muttered to himself:

"I'm just a tool to you. But I used to really treat you as family...... Andrew, thank you for teaching me how to live in the wild. Now, rest in peace. ”

Three minutes later, the battle came to an end. Beyond the trench, the barbarians who fought with the dwarves under the rain of arrows had reached the end of their crossbows. They simply could not crush a well-organized and well-armed enemy. Each wounded dwarf can be withdrawn in time to become a crossbowman hiding in the tower. As for the ogres, who could really pose a threat to them, they were stopped by two meat golems.

'Retreat!'

These two words swirled in the throat of the brown bear patriarch repeatedly, but he could not spit it out. More than half of his warriors had been killed or wounded, and no one could accept such a huge price and no spoils.

Suddenly, the sound of a dragon's groan swept through the sky. So everyone stopped and looked at the tundra in the distance. An ice dragon with a body like a mountain emerges from the wind and snow, stretching its huge wings. It turned its slender head and neck and looked over at the Black Tower.

"Dragons, dragons, why are dragons here...... Retreat, no! Flee - !!"

The alarm was sounded one after another, and the barbarians, who had lost their fighting spirit, immediately rushed away. Goblins and orcs followed, and the three-headed ogre threw away their sticks and trampled on the other monsters and fled. In the blink of an eye, only small black spots were left on the snow. The ice dragon snorted as it approached the Black Tower, and Curt strolled in front of it.

"See, see, see, hell! what the hell is going on?!"

Hoffman grimaced, hiding behind the window and roaring. He was still blowing the ogre from the platform outside the tower, but now he was only shaking. One dragon is enough to level ten dwarven caves, as is a well-known thing. The only thing Hoffman can count on now is that Curt and the Ice Dragon have a good enough relationship.

"It's a level three spell, a high-level illusion capable of creating realistic illusions and sounds. ”

Gran couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Hoffman's wolf appearance. He put away his depleted fireball staff and slowly walked onto the platform outside the tower. When Hoffman yelled at the other dwarves not to be afraid, Gran let out a long sigh.

"You're going to be a great mage, Curt. Perhaps one day, you will be eligible to attend the Council of a Thousand Laws. Even, your name will resound throughout the Northlands like Master Xi and Eoham, and I hope I can witness that day coming. ”

Gran whispered sincerely, looking up at the mountains in the distance. He pressed his hand tightly to his chest and continued with a sigh of relief:

"Good thing I'm not your enemy, Curt. Fortunately...... I haven't had time to become your enemy yet. ”

Not far away, Curt was leading the ice dragon closer and closer. With a tired look on his face, he reached for a crystal ball of light as he passed by the ogre's corpse.