Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 111 I caught you
Blatt and Finn had never seen a green dragon, but they gleaned something from the kobolds' reaction.

"This is... a dragon's tail?" Blatt asked in surprise.

The giant tail didn't speak, but slowly stepped forward, gently touching the dragon scales with its palm and rubbing them back and forth. Its mouth opened wider and wider, and it didn't even realize that saliva was flowing out.

Finn gave him a strange look, stepped forward, and tapped the dragon scales with the hilt of his sword, making a clanging sound: "Is it edible?"

"All you ever think about is eating." Blatt reached out and pushed him aside. "Don't break it. Hurry up and get the tools. Dragon blood is very precious."

Even though the dragon's tail has been soaking in the water for half a day and there is no blood left on the cut surface, there are no wounds on the latter half of the tail, so it should be possible to release some blood after cutting it open.

Giant Tail didn't quite understand Faerûn's language, but when he heard the word "eat," he quickly waved his hand and said, "You can't eat it. Green dragon meat can't be eaten directly."

Blatt understood, nodded, and raised both palms, making a chopping motion towards the dragon's tail: "I know, so how do we deal with it?"

Finn turned his head and saw a weed-like eyebrow that shot up: "Chopping filling?"

Blatt's lips twitched, and he sighed heavily, "Let's wait for the captain to arrive."

He can't handle it, he really can't handle it. He desperately needs some helpers who can understand human speech, otherwise this job is too exhausting.
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The flying carpet soared hundreds of meters in the air.

The scenery and crowds below slowly receded into the distance, a faint, unknown fragrance lingered around my nose, the wind whistled in my ears, and my hair flew wildly in the wind.

At that moment, Anser felt infinitely free and couldn't help but want to jump down and fly on his own.

He turned his head to look at Elise. Her expression was normal, but her big eyes were narrowed, the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, and her gaze was empty, as if she was thinking about something.

“Stoll…who is she to you?” He could sense her sorrow, but not the overwhelming grief of a family member.

Elise turned her head to the side and pulled her hood up with her hand to prevent it from being blown off by the strong wind: "It seems you don't go out often. Storl is the guardian of Durrag."

"The Tower of Drag?" Anser asked, somewhat puzzled.

He had heard of the name before; it was said to have been built by a dwarf warrior named Durag, with the tower constructed of volcanic rock. The main building stood atop a volcanic rock pillar, and underground lay multiple layers of magical labyrinths and treasure vaults.

It's an important instance in the game, but it should have been abandoned long ago in reality. The original owner had never heard of it.

“That was a long time ago. Now, Drag is just a small town.” Elise turned her head, her gaze lingering on Anser’s face. “I don’t even know your name now.”

“My name is Anser, and I come from Baldur’s Gate.” Anser knew that the disguise on his body had disappeared, but he didn’t reapply it. Since he wasn’t going to Belgost anymore, why waste magic?

"Baldur's Gate, I heard it's been taken over by subterranean creatures?" Elise's voice was very soft, broken and intermittent in the wind.

“Yes, subterranean creatures from Abel,” Anser emphasized.

He choked on two mouthfuls of cold air after saying that, and he felt that talking in the air was really stupid.

Elise noticed this, blinked, turned her head away, and said nothing more.

The Tower of Drag is much farther than Belgost; it's conservatively estimated to be 150 kilometers from Claw Bay.

Fortunately, straight-line flight is unaffected by terrain and maintains a constant speed, but in terms of travel time, it is even faster than Nornos.

After flying for more than two hours, the flying carpet passed through farmland and wasteland, and then a lush forest appeared at the end of the horizon.

Anser had looked at the map beforehand and knew that it was the Forest of Sharp Teeth.

It is said that its original name was Glowing Forest, named after the fluorescent mushrooms and clear streams of the Elf Era.

However, with the arrival of creatures such as trolls and werewolves, and the curse of the ancient lich Viherar, the forest gradually became a dangerous place, known as the Forest of Sharp Teeth.

The forest is home to a large number of creatures, including werewolves, goblins, wild beasts, dragons, and undead creatures... making it extremely dangerous.

However, these are all ancient records and legends, and Anser does not know the current situation.

He sat with his back turned, gazing at the distant wilderness and towns, and couldn't help but think of Salian and the others, wondering if they had reached Belgost.

'Sarian is experienced and rarely makes mistakes in his judgment; he should be fine.' He shook his head, no longer considering those irrelevant thoughts.

Suddenly the flying carpet dropped in altitude, flying almost skimming the forest.

“Wouldn’t that make us vulnerable to attack?” Anser warned.

“The Sharp-Toothed Forest is inhabited by wyverns; flying too high might be seen as a provocation,” Elise casually explained, her expression somewhat tense.

"Large ethnic groups?"

"Once one comes along, it's very difficult to deal with."

Anser's eyes flickered, as if he understood something. "Dragons aren't a threat to you, are they?" "Hmm?" Elise turned her head, looking at him suspiciously. "You've heard of me?"

“No, your appearance and demeanor tell me you’re very strong,” Anser said with a straight face, spouting nonsense.

Elise rolled her eyes at him and focused on controlling the flying carpet: "That was before."

"Oh~" Anser straightened his back and suddenly stopped being nervous. It turned out to be a fake.

Despite possessing a high class level of 16, due to the disordered magic network, it lacks the corresponding spellcasting ability.

If even the dragon found it troublesome, it means that Elise's combat strength is only slightly stronger than his.

Her greatest asset is probably her magic flying carpet; if she were to ride alone, the dragon would indeed be unable to catch up.

'No wonder they were willing to offer such a precious magical telescope as payment.' Anser chuckled to himself.

He just tested it with dice. This telescope is called "Super Vision," a rare and high-quality device. It can see more than 50 kilometers during the day and nearly 10 kilometers at night. Moreover, it is a passive observation device, so it is not easy to arouse the target's alertness. It is super useful.

If it were him, he would never offer something like this as payment.

After a moment's thought, he took out an elemental magic orb from his bosom and tossed it casually. The orb danced gently around him, leaving streaks of four-colored rainbow light in the air.

Elise glanced sideways slightly: "Don't be nervous, this is the edge of the Sharp Tooth Forest, caravans often pass through, so there's not much danger."

Anser responded. He wasn't afraid of dragons or beasts, but he was a little afraid of Elise.

Every spell cast by a Wild Warlock can unleash a surge of untamed, wild magic, with many magical effects that are difficult to defend against, such as turning into a bonsai, summoning monsters, teleporting to a star plane, or even casting a fireball centered on themselves.

High-level Wild Warlocks can tame Chaos Surges, but low-level Warlocks or those who struggle to utilize their class's unique abilities will have to rely on luck.

Especially now that the magic network is in disarray, the primal magic power is even more uncontrollable.

Don’t be afraid!

Just as I was lost in thought, a dark shadow suddenly darted out from the treetop.

Anser was startled. Before he could even see his target clearly, he instinctively fired a freezing ray.

""

A short dragon's cry flashed by, and the target's body stiffened, turning into a lump of ice and falling into the dense canopy of trees.

It was an ordinary jay, only a bit large, with an insect in its beak.

“Well, caution is my motto,” Anser said, pretending nothing had happened.

"That was...very accurate!" Elise emphasized the word, her eyes filled with amazement.

The jay's existence lasted less than a second. Anser raised his hand and fired, hitting its target every time. It was a ray-type spell, the most difficult to control, and very few casters could execute it.

The skill is revealed in the details!
You can tell whether a spellcaster is weak or strong just by their mastery of magic tricks. Even if they are of similar level, the difference between them may be greater than that between a person and a dog.

After the farce, Anser stopped slacking off.

Elise's judgment was correct; no further danger occurred along the way.

In the afternoon, the flying carpet approached the edge of the forest, and a small town nestled not far from the forest came into view.

Along with it came fireworks and shouts of battle.

"Something seems to have happened."

Anser turned to look at Elise, only to see her expression was icy, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Ammon's scum!"

Just as he finished speaking, several muffled thuds came from the forest below.

Three large nets, gleaming with a metallic sheen, descended from different angles, growing larger and larger at an extremely fast speed.

Elise hurriedly increased her altitude, but the flying carpet required instructions and reacted slightly too late. The metal netting spread out, its edges sticking and tangling, blocking all escape routes.

"Gotcha! Haha—"

Indistinct human figures appeared on the woodland, tree canopy, and branches below.

(End of this chapter)