Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 66 There aren't that many people who are blind to reason.

After witnessing Anser's extravagant spending, Blatt and his companion were also inspired to make some purchases.

However, they didn't act impulsively and bought only standard, ordinary magical items.

Blatt changed into a set of shimmering scale armor called "Shining Scale Armor," which is a type of medium armor and is characterized by never getting dirty.

He also bought an "expression shield," the front of which is shaped like a face, and the holder can change the expression on that face.

It sounds a bit bizarre, but Blatt really likes it. You could say the creator has truly grasped the essence of warriors.

Finn bought two quiver of armor-piercing arrows and a "sharkskin armor". After changing his equipment, he... was still ugly, but at least his back view was cool.

When Anser and Wangdie's cloaks were synchronized, the two had already changed their equipment and looked somewhat like elites.

"Not bad, not bad." He got up to pay the bill.

Blatt and his companion were also entitled to a share of the spoils, since they had all participated in hunting down Guise and fighting against the slave crew, and he should make up for their share.

At that moment, it seemed as if a commotion had broken out downstairs, and it suddenly became noisy.

At the same time, Anser also received a telepathic message from Nornos that a fight had broken out outside, but it wasn't with Nornos, but with an acquaintance.

'An acquaintance of Nornos?'

His heart skipped a beat. He pushed open the window and looked out. In a corner of the freight yard in the distance, a burly man was being attacked by four men. His body was covered in blood, and there were many onlookers.

"Eamon!" Blatt, who had come closer, recognized the figure at a glance, and his expression immediately changed.

“Let’s go take a look.” Anser waved to Sidney and hurried downstairs.

Sidney paused, went to the window, and caught a glimpse of the striking black horse in the distance. He had a vague idea of ​​what was going on and immediately shouted down, "Guards, stop them!"

“Yes…” The two merchant alliance guards immediately ran towards the scene of the commotion.

As Anser went downstairs, he quickly asked Nornos, "What just happened?"

Eamon, with his family, is definitely not the type to cause trouble.

'Someone pulled me... I knocked them down... then we met... and a fight broke out...' Nornos wasn't particularly bright, but he could articulate his thoughts clearly.

The matter was not complicated. A group of adventurers encountered Nornos, who was loitering in the Silverscale Trading Post. They tried to steal a horse, but Nornos bumped into them and made them vomit blood. Nornos refused to give up.

This scene attracted a lot of attention. The people in the Stonemasons' Guild recognized Nornos and quickly informed Amon. Amon rushed over to stop them, and a fight broke out in a few words.

'He must be an outsider.' Anser was very certain; after the burning of the slave ships, there were probably not many people in Silverscale Bay who hadn't heard of him.

Nornos is very recognizable; you can guess it even if you've never seen it before.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Anser scolded.

'I'm not afraid...' Nornos thought that his master could kill and set fires without any consequences, so what was the big deal about him just bumping into someone?

Is this a question of being afraid or not? From now on, if you encounter any conflict, tell me immediately!

'Oh. '

"You're not allowed to run around anymore."

'I didn't run away, I left...'

Anser felt a wave of exhaustion and quickly urged, "Go help, but don't hit the wrong person."

The group had arrived at the scene by now. It was located between an open-air market and shops, not far from the labor market.

The crowd was huge, packed tightly together, and everyone was incredibly excited, showing absolutely no fear.

"Make way! Make way!" shouted two guards sent by Sidney, who, along with Blatt who was banging his sword and shield, parted the crowd.

Anser walked forward through the narrow gap, with Finn following behind him.

"Bang—" A man wearing half-body armor was knocked down by Nornos, who suddenly joined the battle, and slid several meters away.

Unfortunately, the space was cramped, making it difficult for Nornos to exert his strength, and since the man had a shield and armor, his injuries were not serious.

Anser instinctively reached for his staff, then suddenly remembered that the Divine Berry Staff was with Finn. He immediately took off the directional orb and wrapped it around his hand.

After a brief dragon's cry, a spell erupted—a thunderous roar that swept across a distance of more than ten meters before suddenly exploding in front of the man.

"boom--"

The man raised his shield to block the blast, his body jolted and his ears rang, but he was not injured.

Anser had no intention of killing anyone. Stealing horses and being a slave trader are not the same thing. Silverscale Bay also has laws; you can't just kill someone on sight.

The surrounding crowd was startled and quickly retreated; magic has no eyes.

[Your spell burst on the elite of Ammu missed.] 'How is that possible?' Anser's eyes narrowed slightly. Anyone might not recognize him, but the people of the Kingdom of Ammu were an exception.

He has now basically figured out the naming rules for dice, and when he doesn't know the specific name, he will give a general name based on the detected identity.

"Am** Elite" are clearly members of an organization, not ordinary adventurers. These people are likely aware of their feud with the Nashval family.

After all, the "Conch" had just had its name revoked and was undergoing modifications at the dock. This news was widely known, and most well-informed adventurers were aware of it.

'Are they genuinely unaware, or are they putting on an act? Are they targeting me? What's their purpose?'

He touched the burning hot emblem and felt a chill run down his spine.

"Stop!" the two guards shouted angrily.

However, the four adventurers ignored them and continued their attack on Amon, going for the kill.

Afraid of causing death, Eamon dared not go all out, and instead, he was hit several times and almost suffered a great loss.

Blatt could no longer contain himself, and charged forward with his sword and shield, single-handedly intercepting the warrior.

Anser stopped and decided to continue probing.

""

Three flash missiles roared out, drawing three unrelated arcs in the air, heading straight for the other three adventurers.

The three had clearly seen the magic missile before and were very experienced. They immediately shrank back to defend themselves, reducing the area affected by the missile and using the thickest part of their armor to withstand the attack.

"Bang bang bang!"

[You cast a magic missile on the Ammun elite... The Ammun elite was hit, taking 3 points of force field damage, current health 19/22...]

Three consecutive combat notifications flashed through his mind, and Anser's expression immediately turned cold.

If the Holy Symbol getting hot could be explained by the large number of people, could it be a coincidence that four Amn elites came together?
'They deliberately tricked me into coming out. What's the point? These few low-level professionals can't threaten me.'

At this moment, all four adventurers stopped fighting.

Seeing Anser retreating instead of advancing, an adventurer wielding a short sword said impatiently, "This isn't over yet, you just wait—"

As he spoke, he slammed his right hand hard on the ground. With a loud bang, thick smoke billowed out and spread rapidly in all directions, at an abnormally fast pace.

Anser retreated quickly, but he was still no faster than the thick smoke. His vision was completely obscured by the gray haze, and he could not see anything. He could only rely on his blindness to perceive the situation within three meters around him.

He held his breath, his mind immediately tensed, and while accelerating his retreat, he called upon Nornos through telepathic communication.

There was no sound of horses' hooves, but he could clearly sense Nornos approaching, and the surroundings were so quiet it was as if... time had frozen.

Without a second thought, he raised his hand and cast a wind-generating spell, not caring about accidentally injuring anyone at that moment.

The wind suddenly picked up, making his hair dance wildly and stinging his skin, but the thick smoke persisted, and he couldn't hear any wind.

'This isn't smoke!' He decisively stopped casting the spell.

Bad news came from Nornos: it was blocked by the chaotic crowd and couldn't get through unless it trampled the crowd.

Stomp!

Anser couldn't see anything right now, and dared not use his Shadow Steps, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Before he could even think of a solution, he caught a glint of light out of the corner of his eye. A semi-transparent short blade without a hilt had quietly appeared at his neck, so close that he could feel its sharpness against his skin.

"clang--"

The force field shield shattered instantly after only a slight obstruction.

Just when he thought the attack was over, the translucent short blade trembled slightly and instantly pierced his collarbone, grazing the edge of his cloak.

A sharp pain shot through his chest and spread throughout his body, causing him to shudder involuntarily and feel a slight sense of panic.

Before the short blade could penetrate his body, his figure vanished instantly.

The next instant, a large swarm of brightly colored butterflies suddenly appeared four or five meters in front of her, like a burst of color, dancing around Anser and complementing the magnificent royal butterfly cloak, making it impossible to tell where she was.

[You have been hit by a Shadow Thief Elite's psychic blade slash. You have taken 6 points of psychic damage. Your current health is 30/36.]

'Shadow Thieves Guild!' Anser's nerves were on edge.

The moment he teleported away, the blood-stained blade vanished, and a figure appeared out of thin air.

The shadow thief raised his hand slightly, but the target had disappeared. He paused, turned around, and saw colorful butterflies fluttering all around him.

It was clear that he was unaffected by the smoke.

(End of this chapter)