Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 147 Skyburst Thunder
"As for the Flying Dragons, take precautions and deal with the troublemakers first. Do you know who's in charge? Is Congressman Graham really behind on their goods?" Anser asked.

"The most powerful one is called Salberg, the lord of the small city of Salberg in the Claw City-State. He is a stray dog ​​who fled with many guards, so he is very powerful."

Congressman Graham confronted him on the spot, saying the delay in payment was just an excuse. They did have a previous collaboration, mainly on weapons, but Salberg didn't pay for the first batch of goods, so the collaboration ended..." Quentin knew some of the inside story.

The reputation of the Claw City-State is generally poor; smuggling is rampant, and it's common for people to not pay after receiving goods.

“Representative Graham must be protected.” Quentin was getting anxious when he saw Anser still thinking. “Regardless of whether he has committed a crime or not, he should be tried by the Federation internally. Letting a group of outsiders bully him is to trample on the Federation’s reputation.”

"Don't rush. The city guards don't move. Gather the other guards and come with me to take a look." Anser smiled faintly and stepped out the door.

He was simply thinking about these people's intentions and the appropriate level of retaliation should a conflict occur.

"They're all waiting downstairs." Quentin quickly caught up.

When Anser went downstairs, he saw more than a hundred guards lined up, each carrying a musket and ammunition at their waist. But he knew that these were just for show, temporary equipment to scare people.

The guards probably hadn't even learned how to load the muskets yet, since they'd just gotten them.

Anser summoned Nornos, mounted it, and waved his hand: "Let's go."

Quentin and Carreno also had mounts provided by the federation, so they quickly mounted and followed behind him.

Elise followed on her flying carpet, hundreds of meters in the air. This was a good habit of spellcasters: to maintain a safe distance under any circumstances.

It was still Xicheng Street, which was already packed with people.

At least two or three hundred warriors in different armors surrounded the Iron Crown, while a dozen Durag guards stood in a standoff at the entrance. There were bloodstains on the ground left by dragging, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The area was surrounded by onlookers, and many adventurers climbed onto rooftops and chimneys, their eyes gleaming.

Anser had just turned onto the main street when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but admire how unique the adventurers of Faerûn were when it came to watching the spectacle.

"The president is here!"

Someone shouted, and everyone looked in Anser's direction. The enemy soldiers turned around in unison, raised their shields, and blocked the street completely, forming a defensive posture.

'There are quite a few of them, no wonder they're so bold!'

Anser's gaze turned cold. Who was he trying to disgust by putting on such a show of force on his own turf?

He rode at the front, constantly closing in. The soldiers were slightly agitated, but calmed down after a shout from a bearded man, and stood in front of them, not giving an inch.

It was clearly an attempt to intimidate him.

Anser raised an eyebrow, his surging magic power surging uncontrollably. He pointed his scepter, his eyes filled with anger.

"roll!"

"Innate Spells" + "Super Magic: Exquisite Spells" + "Fear Spells"!
Without any warning, an invisible cone-shaped wave swept across the street ahead with his angry shout, covering a ten-meter-long stretch.

Dozens of soldiers suddenly widened their eyes, their faces filled with horror, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying. Almost simultaneously, they dropped their weapons and fled desperately away from Anser, uttering incomprehensible howls.

The scene was chaotic, but even though they were bleeding from their heads and rolling on the ground, they still used their hands and feet to get up and run away, disrupting the formation.

Many soldiers, unaware of the situation, also ran around aimlessly. These soldiers belonged to several different units and were not under any unified command.

Nornos continued walking forward without stopping, snorting dismissively. The ground beneath his feet was littered with weapons, shields, lost shoes, and foul-smelling yellow liquid.

When a person is in a state of extreme fear, they cannot control their excrement and urine.

"I was so scared I peed my pants..."

"A bunch of weaklings, all show and no substance..."

"The Claw City-States are all cowards, cowardly city-states, all they do is run away..."

"Wrong, it should be 'city-states without eggs'!"

"That's it!" "Haha..."

The surrounding crowd chuckled and mocked, most of them unaware of the power of the fear spell, only seeing the new guild leader's angry shout scare the other person so much they wet themselves.

The opposing team managed to stabilize their formation, but their morale was completely shattered.

Quentin and Sheriff Pardo led their guards on a run past their own chairman, forming a line to exert pressure.

The giant tail stood at the front, ramming its shield and hammer, roaring with each strike and taking a step forward.

"Ho, ho, ho..."

The guards kept up with the rhythm, stomping their feet and roaring in unison, their momentum rising steadily, forcing the enemy to retreat in disarray until they finally yielded the gates of the Iron Crown's stronghold.

Giant Tail is the lizardman king, not very bright, but he leads his troops into battle as if it were second nature.

Anser nodded in satisfaction. The general is the courage of the soldiers. Quentin and Pardo acted too softly, and the guards lacked confidence. Giant Tail was the ideal leader for him.

The guards stopped and lined up on both sides to make way.

Anser rode forward, activated his True Sight, and scanned the crowd, but found nothing unusual.

He then focused his gaze on the two people standing at the front: a bearded man without armor and a tall professional covered in scales.

The dice spun slightly, quickly detecting the information of the two people:
[Elite of Claw City, Human, Level 10 Barbarian (Beastheart Path)]

[Elite mercenary, Tieflin, Level 10 Warrior (Combat Master)]

'Tifflin, that's quite a sight.'

The relationship between the Tyflins and humans is relatively good, but due to differences in appearance and bloodline, their integration into the human world is far less than that of elves and halflings.

The opponent is quite strong, but not strong enough to pose a threat to him.

If the other party truly possesses highly skilled professionals, there's no need for such methods; they could simply apply to join the federation normally, and I wouldn't refuse such strong support.

Anser's gaze passed over the two of them and looked behind them.

Several men dressed in magnificent armor, riding tall horses and surrounded by soldiers, were staring at him with cold expressions.

The bearded man glanced at the people behind him for a few seconds, then looked at Anser and feigned anger, saying, "Is this how your Durag Federation treats its guests? Pay your debts, you're always right..."

Anser frowned, annoyed; these people were incorrigible.

The flying elemental orb suddenly trembled, its rainbow light intensified, and a flash of light flew from his fingertip, heading straight for the crowd.

"Super Magic: Instant Cast, Precision, Conversion" + "Fireball - Thunder"!
"Watch out—" the bearded man hurriedly warned, but he was already talking non-stop and no one heard him clearly.

"boom--"

A deafening thunderclap suddenly erupted from the sky, only twenty meters above the crowd. Like a bolt from the blue, it sent the crowd sprawling and into chaos. Some people even suffered from bleeding ears, deafness, and lay trembling on the ground.

Not only them, but even the guards and onlookers who were further away felt their ears ringing and couldn't hear anything for a moment.

This was Anser's first time casting a fireball with the Thunder attribute, and the effect was quite good.

He only intended to intimidate the other party and had no intention of hurting anyone. The airburst was far enough away that it would not cause fatal damage, and people could recover after a while.

Of course, some unlucky individuals may experience long-term consequences from a perforated eardrum, such as hearing loss, tinnitus, or dizziness.

The fact that the other side has gathered so many troops is clearly an attempt to put pressure on him and force him to resign. Their demands are unclear, but they are all about interests.

Since everyone else is taking advantage of him, he doesn't need to worry about saving face.

(End of this chapter)