Section 16 Magic

Ashrufat pulled his sword out of the corpse of a magician. The magician had just burst out of the tent, and although he had caught the wind of magic before he died, he had not yet had time to cast the spell.

I've already killed two magicians. The last mage unleashed a massive, flame-made skull, killing his horse and at least four knights.

There are a lot of magicians here...... He sensed that a lot of people were working on the wind of magic. In fact, you don't need to use the perception of magic to explore, even normal vision can be seen, the tents here are very large, especially beautiful and luxurious. Those who can live in such tents will certainly not be ordinary soldiers.

The blades of his men have long since been stained red with the blood of the enemy. A mage, or at least a man in a mage's cloak, was nailed to the ground by a knight's spear, and his screams sounded so pleasant. Dead Paro soldiers were everywhere, unprepared by knightly raids, quickly routed and pursued, slain by mounted spears, tomahawks, and swords.

But the effect of the raid ends there. The Paro army was not that easy to deal with, and the three or four magicians they had killed just now were actually only apprentices. What follows will be the real uphill battle.

A purple glow suddenly appeared in the midst of a group of pursuing knights with an explosion. Blowing people and horses away and tearing them apart like leaves. The hot rubble then rained down on him, and many of them fell on him. The tents on all sides were burned by the fish in the pond.

And in the sky, everywhere was already filled with supernatural energy, and looming arcs of electricity jumped back and forth between a group of centaurs in the distance. Because of the smoke, Ashruphat couldn't see whether those who fell in the thunder and lightning were his own men or the cavalry of the Paro. Throughout the camp, cries of pain and shouts of killing mingled in the bloody air.

There were four or five knights left with him, all of whom had not been able to follow the large army into the enemy's camp because of the loss of their horses. He was no longer able to control his troops, and now he had to fight on his own.

"Come this way!" Ashruphat took the lead and rushed to the other side. His magical perception allows him to understand how many magicians are there to cast spells.

There were indeed two, no, three magicians there. Upon seeing the knights rush out, the first magician immediately raised a hand towards them. A hot silver spark and splinters erupted from his fingers, causing the two knights to fall to the ground screaming. But before he could do more, Ashruphat saw someone in the slash throw a spear that pierced the mage's thin body at a distance of twenty paces.

Ashrufat recognized it as Duncan. He rushed up from the other side, screaming and lunging at the second magician.

The magician panicked, but he still had time to cast a spell. A massive, shield-like magical flame enveloped the magician's body. The heat would have pushed back any enemy who tried to get close, but Duncan rushed forward with a desperate shout of battle horns, allowing his body to burn in the flames. He plunged his sword into the magician's chest, and the two of them hugged each other and fell to the ground.

Seeing the death of two of his companions, the third magician had already begun to retreat. Instead of attacking or defending, he instantly summoned a black winged monster and flew into the sky on this unnatural mount before the knights could rush forward.

Eshuruphat also caught the wind of magic in an instant. He closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to undo the other's magic, returning the carefully woven magical energy back into the wind of magic. But he soon found that although the other party's weaving was not particularly complicated, it was not something he could dissolve. He disrupts the other man's weave, but is unable to return it to the Wind of Magic.

He opened his eyes just in time to see that the non-corporeal monster had lost its wings and had become a deformed shape. The magician slipped off the back of the deformed monster and fell from the sky screaming, slamming into the ground and not moving.

"Master, it's all a ......matter of luck," Carrie commented, in her mind.

Ashruphat turned, and he felt a fluctuation of magic on the other side. So he rushed that way.

Several Paro soldiers suddenly appeared under the leadership of an officer.

"Kill, kill them!" the officer immediately commanded his subordinates to pounce.

Ashruphat slashed down his enemies, and then he saw a magician follow him out from behind. The magician was still very young, rarely young, probably fifteen or sixteen years old, or a little younger. It's just a child, so to speak.

Ashrufat hesitated, but in his brief hesitation, the young magician caught the wind of magic. He detached a large cloud of pure flame energy from the flaming wind, and aimed at Ashrufat and threw it.

Ashrufat also instantly grasped the wind of flames and felt the pollution of that filth. Of all the winds of magic, the wind of fire was the one he mastered the most. Instead of trying to undo the magic, he assumed the same pose as the boy and began to fight with the other party for control of the flame's energy.

The boy panicked to find that he had lost control of his magic, and his magic was altered by another powerful will.

He did not give up and strengthened his control over the magical energy, so that the two mages began a short but fierce battle of wills. The boy could feel the strong willpower of his opponent, and the subtle control of the magic, looking for usable opportunities from his every vulnerability. How could this happen, how could anyone usurp control of a magic that had been weaved?, in despair, he found that his dominance was becoming less and less, and the flame energy began to move with the will of the other party, all the way to his face, and was forced into his mouth like a ball of dough.

The flames exploded, tearing the young man apart. Ashrufat turned his head to the battle beside him, a trace of distraction and uneasiness lingering in the corner of his eye.

The battle here is over. The three knights under his command had killed all the Paros, but they were already scarred. They did not have time to take care of their wounds and bandage them, because the real danger came.

"Master, high energy response!" Carrie reminded. But even if Carrie didn't say anything, he could feel the powerful magical energy.

Out of the darkness was a man dressed in a gorgeous cloak of red and gold. The man held a long staff with a curved blade at the top, and a faint electric light pulsed on the blade. The man had a large, terrifying scar on his face, but it was unclear what caused it.

The man had a firm grip on the wind of magic. Ashruphat had never seen anyone so harmoniously combined with the winds of magic. He knew that only true masters of magic could possess such advanced skills.

If those Paros were still alive, they would have been able to call this man by name—Master Koenig.

"What a strange thing, I actually saw a knight win a magic contest over a magician?" Master Koenig glanced casually at the young man—or rather his remains—before resting on Ashrufat's body again. "You have entered the path of magic, you have been able to manipulate the winds of magic, why do you put on armor and take up a sword? Do you think that this frivolous barbarism can outweigh the great power of time itself?"

"Kill!" the three knights roared and rushed forward. Before Ashrufat was able to stop them, Master Koenig lowered his staff. A white-hot arrow of light burst out from the tip of the staff's blade, whistling into the knights and exploding, sending them into the air. Ashrufat was also swept aside.

A sword was shaken into the air by the force of the explosion, and fell just before Ashrufat got up, piercing the cracks in his armor and through the lobes of his lungs.

Ashruphat roared angrily and jumped up from the ground. He pulled out the sword he had stuck in his body - but he didn't actually feel much pain, and he didn't bleed much when the sword was drawn.

His comrades who fell beside him died. The magician of Paro stared at him again with a slightly surprised gaze.

"Incredible......" Master Koenig lowered his staff again. But with great force, Ashruphat threw the sword he had just drawn from his chest at the other party. The long sword flew at an astonishing speed over a distance of dozens of paces on both sides, and it was about to crash into this mysterious archmage.

Master Koenig dodged the blow sideways in time, but his staff failed to release anything. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes again, and then he cast the next spell - he made a gesture towards Ashrufat, which immediately made Ashruphat feel that the sword and shield in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy, far more than normal weight.

Ashruphat wanted to fight back with magic, but it was the opposite of the last time. When he grabbed the wind of flames, the other party directly interfered with him. Oiliness filled his body, and the feeling of nausea was as strong as the burning of the flames, forcing him to give up.

The energy in the air vibrate, and Ashrufat knew that the other party was about to unleash a powerful spell that was enough to kill the behemoth. And he didn't have any way to fight for a while.

"The risk is as high as 94 percent. Start the emergency plan...... Seal unlocked!Master!" In her head, Carrie was proposing. "Let me do it. ”

Ashrufat relaxed his body and closed his eyes. This gesture of complete renunciation made Master Koenig raise an eyebrow.

"Can I make it a little more flashy?" asked Carrie.

"Whatever you want, as long as you can win!" Damn, this distance is ...... The sword is powerless, this is the distance between ranged weapons and magic. Even if he asked Carrie to strengthen his body, he wouldn't be able to rush this far in time.

With the sound of thunder, Master Koenig summoned a huge ball of lightning and threw it directly at the strange enemy in front of him. Although this enemy looks mysterious and strange, he is still confident that he can solve this enemy with this blow.

The lightning ball hits the target, and the dazzling light forces the person to be unable to / face it. The dead bodies on the ground were torn to shreds in front of the powerful magic, and then blasted into a cloud of flesh and blood that flew everywhere. Many of the flesh fragments even affected Master Koenig himself.

However, Master Koenig was mentally prepared for this. He shook his body and shook off all the pieces of human flesh that had been attached to him. No matter which guy is playing any tricks, it doesn't matter if he really closes his eyes and waits for death, or if he has something else in mind. No one can survive this kind of magic, not even a corpse.