While Rick's knights and servants were fighting the demons, the rest of the place was not idle.

Viscount Fisher led several magic advisors from the Earl's Court, and after a few minutes of preparation, not far from their target, the Harpy, they finally finished their magic trick. Viscount Fisher and the others slowly approached the Harpy's range of motion before suddenly waving their wands and attacking.

Viscount Fischer, who was the first to attack, saw him wave the wand in his hand vigorously, and pointed at the monster with wings and claws that let out a screaming laugh from time to time in the air, and seventeen or eighteen oval translucent spheres made of magic power rushed towards the harpy in the air at a speed that almost broke through the sound barrier.

The Harpy didn't pay attention to the danger that was approaching in the other direction, and just looked cruelly at the panicked crowd below, letting out a shrill laugh of pleasure. As semi-abyssal creatures whose main enemies and food are intelligent creatures, they usually don't take out enemies all at once because of their ability to fly. And they will swoop down from time to time to take a few lives like now, and then hover in the air like this, causing them a huge psychological shadow.

Their twisted psyche allowed them to enjoy the feelings of fear and despair of this earthly creature, which was the greatest hobby of their race in their life besides eating. Of course, they also know that there are some people who can't be messed with, and although they can fly, hunters and spell professionals are still a threat to them.

The low-level crawlers below don't seem to have ranged attack pros, so it looks like they're going to have to play this time. This was the Harpy's mind at this time.

But the two harpies, basking in the thrill of playing with their enemies, were completely unaware that there were magicians who could threaten them not far from them, and at this time they had unleashed their magic and approached them.

"Whew~~~~" A high-pitched weird scream, accompanied by a muffled sound on the ground, spat out from the vicious mouth of a harpy. She flicked her broken wings a few times, and then took her tattered body and fell to the ground, producing a puff of smoke.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a few brave soldiers nearby cautiously approached, and they were all surprised when they looked closely at the harpy who had fallen to the ground.

This harpy banshee no longer has the majesty she had just now, her empty eyes staring blankly at the sky she had just circled, unlike their compatriots who lived in the main material plane, yellow-green blood kept coming out of the corners of her mouth and wounds, her body and wings full of holes and scars, and a slight cough accompanied by the convulsions of her body, indicating that this evil creature from the abyss had come to the Zuihou moment of life.

Sure enough, in just a moment, her body turned into a puddle of liquid matter with unknown specific composition due to the interference of the laws of the material plane and the 'root', which merged into the land where she was and became the nutrients of the main material plane.

'Whew~~~~~~~~~~~~' Another harpy in the sky who had narrowly escaped the catastrophe let out a wail that resounded through most of the battlefield, I don't know whether it was anger or sadness, and I didn't know whether it was joy or fear.

She had just escaped, not because she wasn't Viscount Fisher's target, both of them were Viscount's targets. It's not because she spotted the danger in advance and avoided it, and certainly not because she was lucky, the Viscount's directional magic missed, which was impossible, at least for the Harpy.

She didn't suffer the same attack as her companion because her companion helped her block the damage she should have taken.

She was now angrily searching for the murderer who had done all this, when she noticed the appearance of an old man dressed in a rich costume with a long wooden staff in his hand. Having been on the front line of battle for many years, she certainly knew what it was, and she also knew that this elderly human was a spellcaster.

Her only suspicion was that they hadn't noticed this person at all.

Soon, she knew the answer, and a vague figure suddenly appeared next to the old man, and then gradually became clear.

However, what frightened her was that the figure was also pointing at herself from afar with the wooden staff in his hand at this time.

"Well, it's a bit of a pity, the other one didn't get any harm. But one less one has finally reduced some of the risks. The old man the Harpy saw was naturally Viscount Fisher, and he unleashed the magic of the three rings of the shaping system - "Lurna Magic Missile Storm".

This is a three-ring directional magic created and improved by the famous legendary magician Luanna Lynch through a ring of "magic missile", which is the magic trick of the third ring of the shaping faction.

Depending on the level of magic and the understanding of the magic web, the magician composes nine to twenty-seven (one to three more per ring) magic missiles that attack the enemy and deal damage, and have a directional nature, and the directivity is one to three people in principle.

The amount of mana consumed depends on the amount released, which is not large in the three-ring magic. The power is considerable, after all, there are so many missiles, even if each one of them does not hit, but the damage caused by continuous strikes is also very considerable. The difficulty of operation is not high, after all, it is a directional magic, and the missile has a certain tracking ability after determining the target.

Overall a practical magic trick with a very high additive ratio.

Viscount Fisher suffered permanent damage to his magic circuit due to an adventurous accident when he was young, and since then he has gone from a young genius who became a three-ring magician at the age of twenty to a magical cripple who can never penetrate the fourth layer of the magic web. And the magic liliang itself is not very sufficient, so it has been staying at this stage of the third ring.

After the accident, the viscount was disheartened for a while, went home to inherit the title, and laid a foundation in Banji relying on the strength of his three-ring magician. In today's Banji, almost most of the potions, alchemy products, equipment enchantments, and magic costumes are occupied by Viscount Fisher's estate.

Viscount Fisher, who loves magic, continued to maintain a relationship with magic with his inheritance, but he was not reconciled, and he continued to study magic. Because he was destined to have no hope of reaching the fourth ring, Viscount Fisher put most of his energy into studying the magic of the third ring of other factions.

Over the decades, he has painstakingly studied magic, and has learned almost all the magic techniques below the three rings that he can obtain the learning method, and the Luna Magic Missile Storm is naturally no exception, although he can only exert the lowest power of eating this magic trick, and can only release nine missiles.