The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 64, Section 61: Primitive People Who Used Stone Tools

Just then, the battle mages rapidly exchanged commands via telepathic communication.

"According to intelligence, the target has a legendary-level static protective magic. We should refrain from direct attacks and spells that directly affect the target."

"Prioritize indirect interference tactics, coordinating with the offensive of the two magic councilors!"

At this moment, the battle mages who had rushed in from all directions had officially flown into the battlefield area, looked at the three people fighting fiercely in the air, and began to chant different spells.

"Hmph, it's just an attack by some insects!"

Alamir in the air completely disregarded the mages below, gathering a dim yellow halo in his right hand and making a grasping motion towards Gut, who had just been repelled, as if to lock onto him.

"Watch me turn you to stone!"

The next second, thick, dense fog completely enveloped Alamir, obscuring his vision.

Because of the temporary loss of vision, the previous locking mechanism also became ineffective.

"What the hell?"

"You prepared the spell in advance, and released [Heavy Fog] the instant I locked onto the enemy, right?"

The thick fog clearly did not harm Alamir, who was protected by layers of protective magic, but it did interfere with the sun elf mage.

Alamir immediately retreated, transforming into a bolt of lightning that pierced through the clouds, avoiding the pillar of fire that Grete was about to unleash.

"The initial visual interference experiment was effective. The target did not experience widespread blindness, and the combat relied at least partially on vision."

"The target is a top-tier spellcaster, presumably blessed with a [True Vision] effect, which allows them to see through illusions and invisibility. Abandon such tactics and use only physical obstacles and clouds to disrupt them."

"At the same time, I will assist the two magic councilors, Grete and Lord Gutt!"

"..."

Within the [Mind Link] channel, this group of mid-level mages communicated rapidly, exchanging information with each other.

Alamir, who had dodged the attack, just happened to see the position that Gutt had adjusted for teleportation. He raised his hand, about to create a one-way area in the air to interfere with the enemy's teleportation.

Alamir then lightly pointed his finger at the spot between Gutt and Gret.

At a certain point between the two, a verdant halo spread out like ripples on water, aiming to seal off this space centered on this "source of magic".

"No living being other than myself is permitted to teleport within this area!"

At that very instant, a mage below, who had been prepared in advance, released the magic he had been holding in his hand.

A huge iron box appeared out of thin air in a cloud of mist, perfectly enveloping the spell's origin point and preventing the emerald green sealing energy from spreading out.

This kind of magical ability is powerful, but it is not lethal and cannot destroy physical obstacles!

Meanwhile, the other battle mage simultaneously cast a levitation spell on the iron box, ensuring it remained suspended in the air and continuously obscuring the source of the spell.

These 30-plus mid-level mages naturally couldn't keep up with Alamir's normal casting speed and proficiency, so they all finished their incantations in advance, each casting various types of interference magic and accumulating it in their hands, waiting for the moment Alamir made his move to activate targeted countermeasures.

As the magic prepared by two of them took effect, the magical energy prepared by the other 30-plus mid-level mages dissipated naturally because it was not used.

But it doesn't matter.

They have a lot of people, which can support this style of play!
"grass!"

"You're bullying the few because you have more people, aren't you!"

Alamir once again uttered an Elvish swear word.

Meanwhile, they watched helplessly as Gutt and Grete's attacks arrived as expected!

The ensuing battle gave Alamir a taste of being completely outmatched—

Basically, every time he attempts to cast a spell, he is subjected to various forms of interference.

The surging icy blue clouds, the suddenly appearing transparent force field walls in the air, the sudden gusts of wind... constantly interrupted Alamir's target-locking spells on enemies, dispelled the bewitching mist he created, and prevented him from performing normal flight maneuvers and evasions in battle.

Meanwhile, the spellcasters below continued to cast various beneficial spells on Gutt and Grete—

Increase their speed, enhance their defense, weaken the negative effects applied to them... not a single spell directly affected Alamir or caused him any harm.

But this caused Alamir, a powerful elven court mage, unbearable pain!

Under such terrible interference, Alamir could hardly concentrate on the battle and was completely suppressed by Gut and Gret, and was hit by powerful spells many times.

If Alamir hadn't cast multiple protective spells on himself beforehand, he would have been defeated long ago!

Even so, defeat was only a matter of time.

"A legendary pointy-eared demon is nothing special!" Gut sneered.

"Invaders, this is human land. You cannot defeat us on this land!" Grete was equally spirited.

This was the first time since he completed his studies that he had truly used his own strength to defend Eldoron and the nation of mankind!
"how come……"

Boom.

Another blow.

Alamir was struck down from the sky like a shooting star, kicking up a cloud of dust.

This proud legendary Sun Elf mage was now in a terrible state, his golden hair disheveled and his body covered in blood.

"If it weren't for these damned bugs, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state..."

"I'm going to swat you insects to death!"

Alamir raised his hand, about to cast an area-of-effect spell to turn all these enemies into toads, or put them all to sleep.

But looking around, a problem was discovered—

These mid-level mages consciously spread out their positions, and many of them hid behind rocks or other cover, so their commonly used area-of-effect spells could not cover all the enemies!
As for spells that cover an entire town and can ignore cover, of course they exist.

However, these kinds of spells either take a long time to cast or are very weak, only good for bullying ordinary people and weaker low-level professionals. He didn't specifically study them.

In that instant, Alamir's nerves tightened:
Clearly, these human mages, whose levels are far lower than their own, have long since considered how to deal with various situations through countless training sessions!

These humans understand better than he does what magical combat, or even war, is...

"why?"

Alamir's heart sank to freezing point, utterly devastated.

This is the first time since I was born that I have felt this utter despair.

"Why are these human mages so well-coordinated? How are they so skilled in tactics?"

"Who is training them? Who is teaching them how to properly use magic and fight?"

"And who was it that led them to build towns, establish schools, teach arcane magic, and even the blasphemous art of necromancy..."

"They're clearly just a lowly race that's only just come into contact with arcane magic..."

"It shouldn't have ended like this!"

The sun elf mage, his face covered in mud and blood, recalled the scene 800 years ago when he and his companions first set foot on this land and encountered a new race called "humans".

……

"Seymour, is this the fun stuff you wanted to show me?"

The young Sun Elf mage, Alamir Goldfleck, looked with disdain at the humanoid creatures in front of him, who were naked from the waist up and wrapped in grass skirts from the waist down, banging small stones against harder rocks.

"What are these creatures? They look like monkeys, but they have no fur."

Seymour Moon Whisper, the moon elf prince standing to the side, introduced with a smile:
"These creatures have some basic language abilities; when they speak, they refer to themselves as..."

Amidst the clanging and clattering of stone tools struck by primitive people, Seymour, mimicking human accents, uttered that slightly awkward yet powerfully resonant word:

"Humanity!"

(End of this chapter)