Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 50 Wind, Strong Wind
"How old are you?" Anser asked with a smile.

The little girl stretched out her delicate white hand, covered in crumbs, her fingers spread wide. After thinking for a moment, she curled her thumb slightly and said, "Clara is four years old."

She leaned against Anser, not at all shy.

Elves are a long-lived race, with a lifespan of up to 700 years, so four years old is indeed very, very young.

Anser looked into her eyes with great curiosity.

Clara has black hair, heterochromia, and fair skin. Her physical characteristics do not completely match those of the mainstream Sun Elves, Moon Elves, and Wood Elves, so she is probably an elven hybrid.

"You should stay in Moonshadow Quiling for now and don't think about leaving. Your mentor is in the Livington District and might come looking for you." Anser didn't plan to get too involved; he had already repaid the favor today.

He wanted to see the world, and adventure and battles were bound to be part of it; bringing a child along would be too absurd.

“Hmm.” Kafka wasn’t stupid; he understood Anser’s subtext.

He had heard his mentor mention Moonshadow Kuiling, which was said to have initially only entertained elves, half-elves, and halflings before opening to the public. It had been open for decades and had a good reputation.

The atmosphere fell silent, broken only by the sound of a few footsteps.

Soon after, the group entered the north of the town, and the crowd thinned out.

"Screech—" A cry of an eagle came from overhead.

Finn paused, then turned to Anser: "We're surrounded!"

There were many people earlier, so Gray Eagle couldn't distinguish them. But once they came to a secluded spot, those people naturally had nowhere to hide.

"Those slave traders? How many are there?" Anser hadn't expected those people to be so arrogant, completely unrestrained.

"It's them, sixteen or seventeen, divided into four groups, with muskets..." Finn said urgently.

Anser frowned. Slave traders were very pragmatic. He hadn't exposed them, so they were unlikely to mobilize a large army for revenge.

If their retaliation fails, their "business" will inevitably come to an end.

That leaves only one possibility: Little Clara is worth more than we think!

"Report your location to me anytime."

As he spoke, he pressed the holy emblem on his chest through his cloak and immediately initiated an interdimensional summoning.

A few seconds felt like an eternity.

Suddenly, the air ahead became hazy, and a black steed appeared out of thin air, galloping over with a joyful gait.

There was no saddle.

Anser cursed his miscalculation. Nornos had removed his saddle before leaving, but there was no time to think about that now. They had to break through before the enemy could encircle them.

A direct confrontation will inevitably result in casualties; the only option is to engage in a tug-of-war!
He pushed away Nornos's large head and placed Clara on the horse's back.

"Come here, all of you, put your hands on me!"

The group was puzzled, but they did not hesitate.

Anser concentrated, and wisps of magical wind swirled around him, causing the surrounding sea breeze to suddenly intensify.

""

"Super Magic: Twin Spell" + "Great Stride"!
Time was of the essence, so he didn't hold back and cast Super Magic twice in a row.

A layer of magical light appeared on the bodies of the three people, and they immediately felt their bodies become lighter.

"Where to?" Anser asked urgently.

"East!" Finn understood instantly.

"start running."

The group sprinted forward, and after running for more than ten meters, they turned right at the same time, moving much faster than usual.

The enemy pursued them from the southwest dock area. Although they were divided into four groups to block them in advance, the group on the east side failed to take their positions in time.

"They've changed direction, 150 meters behind." Anser turned his head and saw four figures in leather armor, holding muskets, appearing at the street corner behind him. The one in the lead was the bearded first mate of the [Conch].

The bearded man was furious. He was about to corner his prey when he was discovered in advance. The other party accurately found a loophole in the encirclement, ran away incredibly fast, and somehow managed to get a black horse.

Something that seemed so easy to handle suddenly took an unexpected turn; it's really mind-boggling.

The bearded man's eyes darted around, and he pointed at the black horse, shouting, "Guards, stop these human traffickers! A hundred dollars reward!"

"Fuck you!" Anser's temper flared instantly, his eyes turning frighteningly cold.

"I have no ties, why would I put up with your nonsense? None of you will live today!"

However, the bearded man's plan failed. There were few people around, and besides, Nornos was so handsome that even the most clueless person would know he was not to be trifled with.

"The alleyway is to the right!" Finn warned.

Anser patted the horse's back lightly, and Nornos immediately sped up, overtaking the others and arriving at the alleyway ahead.

More than a hundred meters away, four men were running towards them. When they saw the knight blocking their way, they instinctively raised their muskets.

For various reasons, the development of firearms in Faerun was relatively slow, and they were mostly muzzle-loading smoothbore muskets.

The flintlock muskets used by slave traders in "The Conch Shell" are considered relatively advanced, with a maximum range of over 150 meters, but their accuracy is poor. They are generally used within 50 meters because only at this distance can they be sure of hitting a human-sized target.

There was basically no threat at a distance of over 100 meters, but just in case, Anser still had Nornos unfold his neck armor to protect Clara.

""

After a short dragon's cry, a spherical fog quickly formed dozens of meters ahead, expanding to nearly twenty meters in diameter in the blink of an eye, as tall as a five or six-story building, blocking out all the surrounding houses and making them completely opaque.

This is the first-circle spell, Cloud Mist.

It was harmless, but it frightened the other side so much that they dared not advance rashly, fearing a trap. The four slave traders hesitated for a moment, then chose to change course and go around it.

But Blatt and his men had already taken the opportunity to run over, and the other side completely lost the chance to block them.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the four slave traders also gathered on the street, chasing after the bearded man one after the other.

100 meters, 110 meters, 120 meters... the further they chased, the farther away they got.

Everyone knew that the slave traders' plan had failed, and the only reason they hadn't given up was because they were unwilling to accept defeat.

Anser had a sudden inspiration. He grabbed the neck armor with one hand to maintain his balance, and pointed the other hand toward the street behind him.

Without any warning, the wind picked up!

A gentle breeze, a gust of wind, a strong wind, a gale... In just a few seconds, the wind force surged, and a column of wind nearly thirty meters long and four or five meters in diameter formed in front of his palm, filling the street.

The next instant, he pushed hard, and a gust of wind swept along the street, tearing apart walls, blowing away bricks and tiles, and sweeping in dirt and stones, creating a terrifying spectacle.

Everyone was stunned. The slave traders fled in panic but found nowhere to hide. Some turned and ran, while others tried to climb over the wall, but they were too slow.

Aside from the bearded man who crouched down to withstand the attack, the other slave traders were thrown off one after another, rolling around in the gale, some several meters or even more than ten meters away, clutching their heads.

[You cast a wind spell on the Conch's first mate... The Conch's first mate was hit, taking 3 points of blunt damage, current health 31/34...]

[You cast a wind spell on the Conch Ship sailor... The Conch Ship sailor was hit, taking 4 points of blunt damage, current health 2/6...]

A series of battle records flashed through Anser's mind. The effect was spectacular, but no one died. The damage came entirely from debris hitting or falling in the wind.

There's nothing we can do about it. The wind-generating technique itself isn't very lethal, and it can't be used without being thrown. Once the wind is blown out, its force will gradually weaken.

Fortunately, this is his only spell-like ability. With the boost of high charisma, his wind power and control are strong enough to enable him to cast spells while riding and to launch attacks from a distance.

This is exactly the effect I wanted!

Anser handed Clara to Blatt: "You take them both, Finn and I will go and kill them."

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