Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 133 is all about tactics.
“You’re very cunning.” Elise chuckled, her eyes curving into crescents.

“No,” Anser corrected, his face serious. “This is tactical, not moral.”

"Alright." Seeing his seriousness, Elise didn't dwell on it and suggested, "Shall we ambush him?"

“It’s pointless.” Anser shook his head slightly. “There are so many of us, and we’ll need lanterns to enter the forest. We’ll be easily spotted. We can just keep watch from the side. They won’t give up.”

"Are you so sure?" Elise tucked her hair back to avoid hitting Anser's face.

"Human nature is greedy. How could the Ammun people give up so easily after paying such a high price?" Anser put himself in their shoes. He couldn't let go even if he himself couldn't, let alone the Ammun people.

Anything capable of defeating the Black Dragon must be extraordinary; it wouldn't be wasted.

“Then I’ll have my soldiers stand by at the edge of the forest, waiting for an opportunity. But if the Amm win easily, I’m afraid we won’t have a chance,” Elise sighed softly.

"How many people are you bringing this time?"

"The Knights, along with over 150 guards, make about 200 people."

"Almost there, but we should at least give it a try."

If he gives up like this, Anser will probably not be able to sleep for several days.

Since we're mortal enemies anyway, if he can't steal the dragon, he'll kill people. He definitely won't leave empty-handed today.

Several birds circled above the forest, and some of the bolder ones even quietly approached the flying carpet.

Anser raised his hand and fired a freezing ray, bringing it down. A combat notification sounded, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"An Ammunite's magical pet?" Elise didn't seem surprised; this was a common reconnaissance tactic used by the military.

"Correct."

Anser immediately notified Finn to have the Grey Eagles hunt birds and to prevent any flying creatures from approaching the airspace.

This will certainly not stop the Ammun from finding the Black Dragon, but it will at least disrupt their communication channels.

More than half an hour later, the guards and knights gradually gathered at the edge of the forest.

The Federation's guard, commanded by Quentin, consisted of elite troops, mainly because they all lived on the edge of the forest and were very familiar with the Razortooth Forest.

However, the atmosphere suddenly became tense after hearing that they would be facing the Amm army and a black dragon.

Anser and Elise flew above the treetops, secretly observing the movements of the Amn army.

After reaching the southern edge of the forest, the Amm army charged into the forest without hesitation, their lights snaking towards the black dragon deep in the northern jungle.

After confirming that the enemy would not launch a sneak attack on Durag, Elise gave the order, and the knights dismounted, prepared their gear, and entered the forest with the guards.

From the air, the two teams, one to the south and one to the east, resemble two glowing snakes, crossing each other as they move through the jungle, with the point of intersection being the black dragon.

As dawn broke and visibility improved, walking through the forest became much easier.

At this moment, the black dragon finally stopped moving, lay down in the mud and vomited violently, rolling back and forth in agony. Trees broke and leaned in patches, and its roars frightened countless animals into fleeing in all directions.

Anser sighed inwardly, thinking that Abel's black dragon status was extraordinary, and he had been so domineering that he probably never imagined he would suffer such a calamity so soon after entering Faerûn.

Without a doubt, dragons are extremely powerful magical creatures. Compared to them, humans are like ants, yet humans always regard dragons as prey.

To slay the dragon, they went forth one after another, fearless of death.

Dragons are greedy, and aren't humans just as greedy?

The black dragon thrashed about for a while before finally calming down, lying motionless on the ground.

Anser told Elise to step back, then quietly descended the altitude, focusing his mind on the black dragon.

[Young Black Dragon, a giant dragon, Challenge Level 12]

'Not yet an adult, but soon.'

Young dragons are at their most greedy when they leave their parents and truly possess their own nests and treasure troves.

Unfortunately, they didn't understand the survival logic of the Faerûn, and their reckless attempt to retaliate backfired, leading to them being outmaneuvered by humans.

Seeing its disheveled appearance, Anser pondered for a moment, then took out a bottle of healing potion and threw it forcefully at the black dragon.

The healing potion struck the black dragon's back and shattered with a snap. The potion flowed down the dragon's scales, shimmering with a faint magical glow.

[You threw a healing potion at the black dragon Visagazul. Visagazul was splashed by the healing potion, restoring 8 health points. Current health: 81/175] 'It's badly injured, but not to the point that it can't fly, right? The poison might have inflicted status effects like exhaustion, paralysis, or poisoning,' Anser speculated.

At this moment, the black dragon opened its eyes and stared straight at Anser, its expression unreadable.

Anser was startled and spread his wings to take flight, but stopped when he saw that the black dragon made no other move.

He searched his body and found only a bottle of high-grade healing potion, which he had seized from the slave ship captain and had been reluctant to use.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he decisively descended, threw down the high-level healing potion, and then flew into the sky.

With a flick of its long tail, the black dragon deftly caught the potion and put it into its mouth.

Visakha Zul was splashed by a high-level healing potion, restoring 16 health points. Current health: 97/175.

"Kill them all!"

Anser knew that the Ammun were prepared, and if they succeeded easily, his chances would be slim.

Two bottles of healing potion might add a bit of uncertainty, but any more than that wouldn't do; he was also afraid the black dragon would get up and run away.

Elise leaned closer, her expression strange: "Is this also a tactic?"

“Of course, the enemy of my enemy is my friend,” Anser said matter-of-factly.

Forming alliances is a legitimate strategy and has absolutely nothing to do with treachery.

The sky gradually became brighter.

Quentin led his team to a stop two kilometers east of Heilong, hiding behind trees and refusing to advance further.

The Ammunition clearly spotted them, turned east, and blocked their path, surrounding the black dragon and forming a circular attack zone.

Quentin, being shrewd and calculating, did not engage in a protracted struggle, but instead retreated several hundred meters, maintaining a distance.

Above, Anser and Elise hovered separately in the air, looking down at the scene below.

Commander Moore looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the tree canopy, landing on Anser and Elise, his brow furrowed.

“Moore, Dulag is too arrogant, just staring at us like that. Let’s drive them away first!” A lightly armored warrior carrying a row of javelins ran over, his tone aggressive.

The commander narrowed his eyes, his triangular eyes reduced to slits: "The effects of the drug will last for a maximum of six hours. We must take down the Black Dragon as soon as possible. Ignore them; they won't dare to attack."

Then, he patted the soldier on the shoulder and forced a smile: "Derek, this time we'll have to rely on your squad to take down the Black Dragon. You'll be the one who makes the greatest contribution, and I'll report it truthfully!"

"Haha, you don't need to tell me." Derek laughed arrogantly, revealing a pair of gleaming white canine teeth.

He abandoned Moore, drew his greatsword, and slashed forward: "Everyone, listen up! Tighten the encirclement! Musketeers, prepare—"

Moore looked displeased, but did not raise any objections and immediately sent his men to relay the order.

The forest provides good sound insulation, and the surrounding area is quite large, so shouting definitely won't work.

Soon, the soldiers began to cautiously approach, and through the gaps in the trees, the black dragon's body was gradually exposed to the line of sight of the soldiers in front.

The hideous face, resembling a demon's skull, and the grotesque scales terrified many, making their legs go weak, their weapons tremble, and their steps become increasingly hesitant.

The officers did not reprimand or urge them, because even they were pounding with excitement.

It wasn't that the soldiers lacked mental fortitude; it was the black dragon's "terrifying aura," its extraordinary magical power, that directly affected their souls.

As the distance closed to a hundred meters, the fallen and broken trees and the potholed ground made the road more difficult to travel, but the visibility also improved significantly.

The enormous black dragon lay prone on the ground, its body alone nearly ten meters long, and its tail even longer. Its vomit was everywhere, stinking and foul.

The soldiers had only taken a few breaths when they felt nauseous and dizzy, and quickly covered their mouths and noses with their clothes.

Derek leaped over a broken log, pulled out a javelin, and leaned back dramatically, his neck muscles, as thick as his head, bulging, making him look like a taut longbow.

"call out--"

The javelin shot out like lightning, flashing through the air before piercing the black dragon's neck with a soft thud. The entire spearhead was completely submerged, and dark blood flowed continuously down the shaft.

The black dragon remained motionless, as if it were dead.

In mid-air, Anser's gaze sharpened slightly, unsure: 'Is he faking it?'

(End of this chapter)