Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 176 Offensive and defensive changes
Seeing that a disorganized retreat was about to turn into a rout, Commander Bahammond ordered officers of all ranks to rally the soldiers and arranged for professional teams to split into groups to intercept the air elementals and cover the retreat of the main force.

After the army gathered together, they used musketeers and a few high-level professionals as a deterrent, and focused their fire on any air element that got too close.

Faced with a dense barrage of bullets, arrows, and javelins, the air elemental could hardly dodge, and its attempt to charge forward failed, resulting in it being attacked several times instead.

Its vitality is average, so it dares not confront the enemy head-on and can only linger around looking for an opportunity, but it is repeatedly thwarted by the Ammun.

In Jacquelineburg, Anser put down his binoculars and sighed heavily.

The distance was too great, and he could no longer communicate with the air element; he could only watch it mechanically execute the tactics it had just performed.

The air element has a slightly higher intelligence than the earth element, but only by 1 point.

"Four elements are still a bit lacking. If it were a wind giant, that would be perfect." He was still not satisfied.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Elise rolled her eyes at him, took the binoculars from his hand, and observed the situation on the battlefield.

“Let the guards clean up the battlefield and bring back all those magic-powered turrets,” Anser suggested.

“Okay.” Elise waved gently.

Auston, the Grand Master of the Knights behind, nodded silently, glanced at Anser's retreating figure, and turned to leave.

"Should we lead the team to give chase?" Anser felt a little disappointed when the experience indicator stopped.

"Let's forget it." Elise shook her head slightly. "Amn's professional team has suffered few casualties. If they launch a counterattack, it would be a loss for them."

“That’s quite possible.” Anser had just detected that there were three high-level professionals among that group of professionals, including the barbarian Derek.

This doesn't even include the command team that had been hiding in the rear; the Ammun were indeed well-prepared.

However, no matter how well they prepare, they cannot grow as quickly as a "genius" sorcerer, as there are so many variables that even prophetic spells may not be useful.

Even Anser himself didn't expect the four elements to be so powerful, and the Elemental Summoning Spell suddenly became one of the strongest spells he had mastered.

'I have to say, it feels pretty good to watch your summoned creatures take down your opponent.' He thought to himself with satisfaction.

My mind quietly sank into my head, and I brought up the character card.

His experience pool reached 6725, with earth and air elements earning him over 6,000 experience points, including more than a dozen low-level professionals and over 300 ordinary soldiers.

It can only be said that the Amn army is quite resilient; they didn't collapse despite so many deaths.

'The experience points given by professionals are too low; fighting monsters is much better.' He sighed inwardly, not really enjoying killing, especially ordinary people.

Killing monsters or alien races feels exhilarating, but killing people brings a slight psychological burden.

Six thousand experience points are enough to upgrade a new part-time job to level four, but now is clearly not the time to consider that.

He returned to reality, focused his gaze, and a pretty face appeared in his eyes, his expression complex.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He didn't back away, but instead moved forward a little, their noses almost touching.

Elise dodged to the side, sat on the flying carpet, and tilted her head to look at him: "So you really are a magic apprentice?"

“Yes, I was lucky enough to awaken my dragon bloodline. My ancestors were apparently a silver-browed subspecies,” Anser explained.

"Heh, you might as well not have said anything, because I have actually seen a Silver-browed subspecies." Elise chuckled. "Silver Dragon Warlocks usually use cold magic, but you know quite a lot of it. You're very skilled with magic missiles."

"Huh, there are people who don't know how to use magic missiles? Isn't that something anyone can do?" Anser said, feigning surprise.

Elise raised her eyebrows, took a deep breath, and rode her flying carpet into the sky.

"Why are you still angry..." Anser cast a flight spell and quickly followed. After his interruption, Elise stopped worrying about the bloodline issue. Her grandmother had always told her that respecting privacy was also a form of kindness.

The two arrived one after the other above the retreating Am army, facing the Am people across a kilometer, but their mentality was completely different from before.

Anser waved his hand, and the badly injured air elemental flew into the sky, circled him twice, and showed a hint of friendliness in its posture.

"Go back now. Hopefully, we'll meet again." He waved, ending the summons.

The air element watched him silently, then vanished into the sound of the wind, and the surrounding whirlwind dissipated as well.

"Can it...understand?" Elise asked curiously. As far as she knew, the four elements seemed to only speak the Primal Language.

“They can understand, but they can’t speak the Common Language,” Anser explained.

If the distance is only a few hundred meters, he can convey his commands through magic without needing to speak, which is more convenient than expected.

After all, "conspiring loudly" is indeed a bit abstract, and the creator of the spell could not possibly have been unaware of this.

"Do you know any other fifth-circle spells? Can you keep the Ammun people here?" Elise's eyes were full of curiosity.

"Yes, but we can't keep them. Let them go." Anser appeared magnanimous, but in reality, he was somewhat helpless.

He could summon the four elementals a few more times, but the Ammun were already on guard, so the effect was not as good as before.

There were only a little over a hundred barrels of tar, each weighing fifty pounds, which is equivalent to more than twenty kilograms. The coverage area was too small, and it could only kill ordinary soldiers, so the experience gained would not be much.

He was, after all, a paladin; it wouldn't sound good for him to chase after fleeing soldiers and throw oil in broad daylight. He should at least maintain some composure.

He planned to return and, in the name of the Federation, send someone to inform Amn that they should pay 100,000 gold coins in war reparations to compensate Jacquelineburg and Drag.

Otherwise, the two sides would remain in a state of hostility, and he could legitimately send elemental creatures to attack the Amn camp every day.

Highly skilled professionals aren't like cabbages; it's impossible for so many people to gather every time and stay in the military camp every day, right?

This was just his strategy. The enmity between the two sides ran deep, and even if the other party backed down, he couldn't just let it go.

Time is on his side!
Elise looked at Anser strangely: "The Anmu have no conscience and no sense of gratitude. Only by annihilating them will they feel fear."

“I know this isn’t over yet,” Anser waved his hand.

After this battle, the roles of offense and defense shifted; whether to fight or not, and how to fight, was up to him.

He possesses a portal, a force field wall, and elemental summoning magic. He can run, defend, trap, and fight, and already has the ability to take the initiative.

“It’s good that you understand.” Elise knew that Anser was not the traditional paladin.

The two watched as the Amm army withdrew, and did not continue the attack, which surprised even the Amm people.

The Jacqueline Knights trailed several miles behind the enemy, keeping a close watch on the Ammun's movements. As cavalry, they were not afraid of the enemy turning around and attacking.

The castle guards and the Durag Guards who came to their aid were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield, collecting the spoils of war, and finishing off the seriously wounded soldiers.

The earth and air elements struck hard, leaving very few with minor injuries.

Strictly speaking, all these spoils belong to Anser; the musket ammunition and magic-powered turrets are quite valuable, and he can make a fortune from them.

'I wonder if Faerûn's weapons are worth anything in the Astral Plane?' Anser's mind was in turmoil; reselling weapons was incredibly profitable.

(End of this chapter)