Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 113 Jacqueline Castle
The turtle warrior suddenly shifted sideways, dodging the meteor's impact, and fled at high speed, skimming along the ground in a strange posture, as if a rope was pulling him along.

Anser was taken aback; the frozen humanoid figure had clearly not been interrupted.

'That master of shadow thieves! He doesn't even reveal himself when he's saving people, it's outrageous.'

He spread his butterfly wings and swooped down like a great bird, the elemental orbs rippled with rings of magical light.

The closer the casting distance, the less time the opponent has to react.

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"Super Magic: Instant Cast" + "Fireball"!
After a brief dragon's cry, a flash of light, precisely guided, appeared in front of the turtle warrior in the blink of an eye.

The master thief reacted quickly, throwing the turtle warrior's body away.

"boom--"

The fireball landed, and flames swept across everything around it. Fallen trees instantly burst into flames, and even the turtle warrior in mid-air was not spared, except this time he did not have his shell.

The fireball had just exploded when another flash of light fell, its target still the turtle warrior.

At the edge of the flames, the master thief, who still wanted to save people, turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

"boom--"

The turtle warrior was thrown into the air again. While he was in mid-air, the immobilization effect finally dissipated, but his body was burned by flames, he could not see, and he was in great pain.

The groans were stuck in his throat; he dared not even breathe, and there was no air for him to catch his breath.

Just then, a micro-meteor crashed into the sea of ​​fire, sending him flying with a bang.

Before his body even hit the ground, a bright flash of light descended from the sky again, already waiting for him at the landing point.

"boom--"

The third fireball exploded, and the turtle warrior rolled in the flames, his body swaying with the heat wave, before falling into the sea of ​​fire and becoming completely still.

[Target dead, gain 1560 combat experience]

Anser used the wind element's resonance to rapidly ascend, skimming along the edge of the sea of ​​fire into the sky.

Heat waves rolled in from beneath his feet, black smoke billowed like pillars, trees crackled and popped as they burned, and flames, aided by the wind, continued to spread outwards, affecting an area of ​​hundreds of meters.

"This……"

Anser only wanted to take the opportunity to kill his opponent, so he instantly cast three fireballs to prevent the target from recovering. Unexpectedly, the effect was explosive and caused a forest fire.

Elise stared at him, her eyes filled with shock.

She had never seen such a violent spellcaster!
She could understand that warlocks could cast instant-cast supermagic spells, but how could they possibly cast so many spells instantly? Not only did they successfully immobilize humanoids every time, but the power of their fireballs was also abnormally strong.

"That shadow thief got away," Anser said with some regret.

Judging from his title, the Shadow Thief Master is also a high-level professional. He was invisible the entire time, and none of the three fireballs hit him.

To be honest, this master thief was a bit too cautious, or perhaps he couldn't gauge Elise's true strength. After testing her a few times and finding no opportunity, he withdrew.

Elise snapped out of her daze and waved to him: "Let's not chase after them, let's go."

"What about the forest fire?" Anser pointed downwards.

"Don't worry, it won't catch fire," Elise said with great certainty.

The Sharp Tooth Forest is strange; no matter what causes a fire, it will quickly extinguish itself and has never burned for days and nights.

Anser felt relieved and sat down behind the flying carpet.

The Queen Butterfly Cloak flies too slowly, and using the Flying spell wastes magic power; it's more cost-effective to use the Flying Carpet.

Elise remained silent and maneuvered the flying carpet straight towards the small town ahead.

Before they even arrived, nearly a thousand enemies retreated. No one would believe they had nothing to do with the attackers.

Dulag is surrounded by two low walls, presumably for protection against wild animals. It occupies a considerable area, but the buildings are scattered. It is larger than a typical town, yet it lacks the facilities and scale of a city. Judging by appearances, it has at most several thousand or more than ten thousand people.

This place is called the Tower of Durag, but you can't see the tower itself. There are only ruins that look like the base of a tower, and it's not even inside the town.

Elise circled over the town and flew toward a small hill a few kilometers to the east.

The mountain, only a few hundred meters high with a gentle slope, is covered in fruit trees and flowers in vibrant colors. Atop it sits a castle, neither too large nor too small, its walls painted with colorful murals, lending the solemn fortress a touch of cheerfulness and liveliness. The castle is deserted; apart from the walls and the dozen or so guards standing watch at the entrance, there are hardly any other people in sight.

The magic flying carpet flew straight over the high wall and rushed into the main castle hall.

The guards remained unmoved, clearly recognizing Elise and her flying carpet.

"You can go down now, I have something to take care of." Elise turned to look at him.

"it is good."

As soon as Anser jumped off the flying carpet, Elise flew out of the hall and disappeared without a trace.

'Should we go and revive that warrior?'

The third-circle necromancy spell "Resurrection" can only revive creatures that have just died, preferably within one minute. It cannot revive creatures that have died of old age, nor can it restore lost body parts.

The warrior named Stoll was poisoned, and most of the day had passed. It would take at least a fifth-circle necromancy spell, "Resurrection of the Dead," to revive him.

However, this spell can only be mastered by bards, priests, and paladins, and they are not easy to find even under normal circumstances. Now that the magic network is in disarray, it will probably be even more difficult.

Once more than ten days have passed since death, there is no way to "bring the dead back to life".

At this moment, an elderly man in a double-breasted black suit walked over and bowed slightly: "Sir, I am Harold, the butler of Jacquelineburg."

"Hello, my name is Anser." Anser turned around and silently looked around at his surroundings.

The lobby wasn't luxurious, but the warm colors in the decor gave it a stylish feel.

“I have prepared a meal and a room for you and Miss. Would you like to eat now, or go back to your room to rest for a while?” Harold glanced at Anser discreetly, a hint of a smile hidden in his cloudy eyes.

"I'll rest and wash up." Anser was still thinking about the dragon tail and was eager to go inside Holrewyn to take a look.

“Okay, please follow me.” Harold gestured and led the way from the side.

As Anser walked, he observed the layout and details of the castle, pondering how to decorate his Black Tower.

The old butler just said that this castle is called Jacqueline. From its name to its appearance, it is a typical example of human aristocracy. From various details, you can tell that this castle may have a history of several decades or even hundreds of years, but he had never heard of it before.

This is not surprising, as the original owner was a homebody who knew very little about the area around Baldur's Gate, let alone the distant Tower of Drag.

This place has a special location, separated from Am by only a misty mountain, so it's no surprise that they've set their sights on it.

Moreover, Am was very good at intelligence gathering. After learning about the movements of Bluewater City and Elise, he set up an ambush on Elise's inevitable route in advance, making him a true schemer.

Without Anser, Elise would probably have suffered a great loss.

'Her methods are too simplistic, but it's probably only a matter of time.'

With the magic network in disarray, Wild Warlocks should be among the least affected spellcasters. Within a few years, Elise should be able to recover most or all of her strength.

Am's side should also be aware of this, which is why they are so eager to get rid of him.

"Judging from your accent, Mr. Anser is from Baldur's Gate?" Harold smiled warmly, his attention never leaving Anser.

“Yes, you have a lot of experience,” Anser replied casually.

"I heard that Baldur's Gate suffered a cataclysm. How are your family members...?" Harold asked cautiously, lowering his voice.

"No more."

"Feel sorry……"

"It's okay, you always have to look forward," Anser said, feigning optimism.

In fact, when he learned of the original owner's parents' death, he decided to choose a good burial site for them, but now even going back is a luxury.

“Jacquelineburg is beautiful and safe, so why not stay here for now? Everything will be alright,” Harold said with a smile.

“Hmm.” Anser’s eyes were strange.

The scenery is indeed beautiful, but the safety concerns are debatable.

Elise left in such a hurry that the old butler didn't see the body; otherwise, he certainly wouldn't have remained so calm.

(End of this chapter)