Chapter 22 Fierce Battle
But Takebitori understood the mechanism at a glance. The magic shield was not present when he cast. It only appeared on his body when he stopped any actions.
This was a mechanism called focused magic in the game. Magic would only remain effective when attention was concentrated.
“His shield can only exist when he’s not casting!”
The mage’s face turned cold. He didn’t expect the most unassuming person to be the first to see through his magic. It seemed he had to get rid of her first.
At this time, the archer had already aimed at him again. He didn’t know where such great strength and stamina came from in a little girl, and the guy with the chain hammer had already rushed to his face.
The chain hammer player shouted, activated the warrior’s basic skill, Battle Cry, and swung the chain hammer towards the fire mage.
The mage snorted, and his entire figure disappeared without a trace.
Invisibility? No, it was teleportation!
Takebitori felt a burning sensation on her back. Reacting quickly, she rolled forward, and a ball of scorching flame exploded at her original location, the splashing sparks stinging her body.
From the beginning until now, the enemy had used at least four different spells, which were white mist to block vision, flames that ignited out of nowhere and were controlled, a magic shield to avoid ranged damage, and teleportation.
These spells were all very powerful, and it was truly difficult to find a countermeasure.
Takebitori glanced at her status bar. The splash damage from just the fireballs had caused her to lose 37% of her lifeforce. If it had been a direct hit, she feared she would have died immediately.
Missing the shot, the fire mage, who had teleported behind the players, curled his lips. Before the archer could react, he chanted again, and a ball of chaotic red flame formed in his hand. The immense heat seemed to engulf everyone.
This was not a single spell but a combination of Ignite, Arson, and Intensify Burning. It was a technique that only sub-elves with the Fire Affinity trait could use, and it was not taught even in the Forbidden Institute.
Once the spell was formed, the three people in front of him would be killed immediately, just like the group of mercenaries transporting goods before.
However, before the flame could form, the fire mage’s vision suddenly went black, and a sense of powerlessness and intense pain swept through his body.
The spell was forcibly interrupted. The fire mage was bewildered. Based on his experience at the Sun Cultivation Institute, he recognized that he had been attacked by a curse spell, but who was it? Where were they hiding?
In that tower!
He had been careless, and shouldn’t have revealed himself so early, but should have killed them all using the advantage of the white mist.
The fire mage quickly reacted, but it was too late for self-reflection. He could already hear the archer’s arrow flying towards him. At this moment, the fire mage calmed down instead.
He channeled mana into the ring on his left hand, and at the same time, he felt the agitation of fire elements from his left hand. A red light flashed, and the curse was instantly dispelled. The mage calmly maintained his elemental shield again, blocking the arrows.
“If I hadn’t been injured when facing those old guys, I wouldn’t need to use external means to deal with you.” The fire mage said with a cold face. The ring with a ruby inlaid on his left middle finger flashed several times and then lost its luster.
He pointed his hand, and a green light shot out, piercing the head of that annoying archer. At the same time, his other hand didn’t stop. He took a scroll from his pocket and used it directly on the other two.
Second-tier magic, Charm Ray!
The player wielding the chain hammer felt a flash in his eyes, and then his body, under an inexplicable drive, moved subconsciously and walked directly to the edge of the bridge, and then jumped down.
Takebitori was also a target of the charm, but she only felt a pain in her head and instantly woke up.
This was only natural, as she had very presciently chosen the transcendent trait “Savage Blood” at the start, which was very difficult to control, and it came in handy at this moment!
The fire mage’s face changed. He didn’t expect anyone to resist the control of a second-tier spell. He subconsciously cast a spell to kill her with Ignite, but he didn’t expect a pain in his chest as a crossbow bolt shot directly into it.
Takebitori dropped the hand crossbow she had prepared for a long time, picked up her short sword, and rushed forward, ready to fight the mage to the death.
But before she could take a few steps, violent flames instantly engulfed her.
After dealing with the last person, the fire mage did not forget that there was still a transcendent hidden in the tower. He summoned the white mist to shroud the stone bridge again.
The fire mage thought calmly. The opponent hid in the tower and did not dare to show himself, indicating that the opponent was not confident in facing him alone. However, his injuries were too severe, and that damned mercenary had actually poisoned the crossbow bolts. The longer the time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.
Thinking of this, he cast a spell again, throwing a ball of fire towards the spire, and quickly left the location.
The flame exploded inside the tower, but the feedback from the fire elements told him that he had not hit the enemy.
At this moment, a voice came from the mist: “Your mana is almost depleted, isn’t it?”
The fire mage gritted his teeth and ignored it.
The direction from which the voice came might not be correct. To save mana and not expose his location, he did not use magic again.
“From the beginning until now, you have used two white mists, four ignites, one intensify burning, one arson, one elemental shield, one poison arrow spell, and one second-tier magic scroll. Excluding the unknown dispelling spell and teleportation magic, your total mana consumption is 32 points, which is more than half of your total mana, isn’t it? Are you sure you have the strength to cast more magic?”
The opponent’s voice kept coming, and the location of each voice almost changed.
The fire mage knew that the opponent was trying to bluff him. Although his mana was indeed insufficient, it was still possible to win this battle.
“I am also a student of the Forbidden Institute. Perhaps our mentors know each other.”
A student? When did the Forbidden Institute start accepting students who knew how to cast curse spells?
The fire mage naturally didn’t take the opponent’s words seriously. He had a thought, took out a bottle of green potion from his pocket, drank it, and replied, “I can’t believe it unless you tell me who your mentor is.”
A moment later, the voice came again.
“My mentor is the benevolent Professor Siswell. You may have heard of his name.”
Siswell? That famous Archmage?
The fire mage believed him even less. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely ignore such a person, but he had just drunk the Moonlight Potion and needed time to digest it. Therefore, he continued to play along, though his tone inevitably carried some ridicule: “I have indeed heard of him. That professor is truly an extraordinary mage to be able to teach someone like you!”
The opponent remained unmoved and continued.
“Since we are both students of the Forbidden Institute, why should we kill each other? Why not put aside our grudges for now and resolve our dispute in a more civilized manner… Those few people are my companions. Although you were the one who attacked and killed them first, I can pretend that nothing happened. How about it?”
