Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 90 Smuggling Secret Passage
A dense stream of experiential prompts flashed through his mind, perhaps hundreds, which Anser simply couldn't keep up with.

This is because the fireball spell covered part of the cliff's iron chains; if it had hit the dense group of kobolds, the effect would probably have been even more explosive.

'This fireball...it's pretty bright.' Anser's eyes widened in surprise.

The previous fireball spell was mainly orange-red, but this one is more yellowish and brighter.

Not only that, the area seems to have expanded slightly, by about one or two meters, and the outer ring is mainly red, so from a distance it really looks like a sun.

He stood still on his horse, the elemental orbs swirling and dancing around him, the core of which, suspended in the air, left a faint red glow in the night sky.

Will they come back?

He watched the departing group of dog-headed people, feeling somewhat...reluctant.

The amount of combat experience is directly related to the intensity of the battle and the contribution. Kobolds are relatively weak, but their experience loss is very small. A single fireball can earn you almost two thousand experience points, which is much better than fighting high-level monsters or professionals head-on.

Who doesn't enjoy stomping noobs?

Unfortunately, monsters rarely spawn in large groups.

As the kobolds disappeared into the night, suppressed cheers rose around the castle, gradually growing louder.

The crowd unconsciously turned to look at the black-horse rider, their eyes filled with complex emotions: awe, admiration, hope, and curiosity...

An elite warrior could kill hundreds of kobolds with some time and effort, but would the effect be the same?

When that round of fireballs rose, many professionals experienced for the first time the profound difference between full spellcasters and melee-focused professionals.

In Forren, the mage's status is absolutely not just for show.

Salian and his companions returned, and the crowd parted to make way for them.

Seeing this, Anser avoided the crowd and followed them to a secluded corner.

"Are we still leaving?" Salian whispered.

These words must not be heard by the refugees, otherwise their newly raised hopes will be shattered, and they may collapse on the spot.

“Let’s go,” Anser said thoughtfully.

After that fireball, this place will definitely become a key target for the enemy, and their forces will concentrate here, while other places will be less vigilant. Taking this opportunity to leave might be a good choice.

"Does Your Excellency wish to leave this place?" A voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

The group's expressions changed drastically, their nerves tightened, and they all moved closer to Anser, but after scanning the area, they found nothing.

"I'm here, I mean no harm." As soon as the words were spoken, a thin figure gradually appeared in the night, no more than two or three meters away from the group.

Anser narrowed his eyes, surprised that he hadn't noticed someone touching him so close. But since the Holy Symbol hadn't given any warning, it meant the other party wasn't from the evil faction.

“My name is Sandray, a friend of Sir Casanova.” The man removed his hood, revealing a weathered face; he looked to be at least in his forties.

"What is it?" Anser focused his attention on Sandree.

The dice spun slightly, and soon his message appeared:
[Sandra, Human, Level 9 Rogue (Thief)]

'Cliff Fortress is quite strong,' he thought to himself.

Sandree's gaze fell on Anser's face, his expression full of admiration: "Thank you for your help. There is a waterway under Cliff City that can cross the peninsula and lead directly to the bay. We can retreat together."

“Smuggling through secret passages?” Salian frowned.

He had traveled this route before and heard that merchants and smugglers in Claw Bay had dug a waterway to avoid the "toll" of Twilight City, but no one knew if it was true.

“You know him?” Sandre stared at Salian’s face, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar.

“I’ve heard some rumors.” Salian didn’t dwell on the issue and continued to press, “Since there’s a waterway, why don’t you use it? Why don’t you let these refugees leave?”

“The waterway is too narrow to navigate,” Sandre said with a bitter expression. “This is not the place to talk. Please come with me into the castle.”

Salian and the others looked at Anser. Anser pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Alright."

Currently, this waterway appears to be the key to leaving this place.

Salian gathered all the crew members and followed Sandre to the back gate of the castle, where one of the doors was already open and the inside was crowded with refugees.

The cliff fortress guards, who were already waiting, pushed aside the crowd and cleared a passage for Anser and his men to enter.

The castle is not large, but the walls are thick and the military facilities take up most of the space. The main castle is located in the middle, with a corridor connecting the front and back walls.

Upon arriving at the main castle gate, Caleno and his men waited outside, while Anser, Salian, and the Giant Tail entered the hall together.

The hall was brightly lit and very spacious, enough to accommodate two or three hundred people.

A dozen or so people were waiting in the center of the hall. The man in the lead was dressed in exquisite leather armor, with gray hair and beard, a tall and straight posture, and sharp eyes, giving people a powerful sense of oppression.

"Welcome, welcome." The man strode forward, a smile on his face. "I am Tim Casanova, the master of Cliff City. Thank you for your help."

Anser removed his hood, raised his hand to tidy his slightly messy hair behind his head, and his eyes secretly swept over Tim: "My name is Anser, and this is Captain Salian."

Tim's eyes flickered slightly as he realized he had heard both names more than once. He asked in confusion, "Mr. Anser the Ash Knight, and Mr. Salian, the captain of the elven ship who can ride storms?"

“If there are no duplicate names.” Anser raised an eyebrow, his expression somewhat unnatural; this title was too awkward.

“We met a few years ago, Sir Casanova,” Salian chuckled.

"Silverscale Bay has suffered a disaster. I thought you..." Tim's expression was solemn, clearly indicating that the events at Silverscale Bay had greatly affected him.

“By luck,” Anser replied.

At this moment, the dice spun slightly, revealing Tim's attributes:
Tim Casanova, Human, Level 10 Warrior (Knight)

Tim is only one level away from becoming a high-level professional, but knights rely heavily on riding in combat, and their combat power is greatly reduced without a mount.

“Mr. Sandree said there’s a waterway beneath Cliff City, and we’d like to use it to leave.” He didn’t bother with pleasantries and took the initiative to change the subject.

“Of course, no problem. In fact, I want to take all the people with me, but unfortunately the waterway is too narrow, and only one small boat can pass at a time…” Tim briefly introduced the situation of the waterway.

This waterway was actually developed from an underground river. It was originally intended for smuggling and tax evasion, but the Casanova family discovered it, set a trap to take over the smuggling gang, and moved the entrance to below the cliff fortress.

The waterway is four or five miles long, with the widest part being only a dozen meters and the narrowest part only three or four meters wide. It is equipped with several small rowboats, each of which can only carry a few people.

After a long and arduous effort, the Casanova family had only managed to send away a small number of their members, some of their guards, and their belongings; the refugee transport had only just begun. At this rate, the vast majority of refugees would not be able to escape.

Tim didn't have any personal agenda, but Anser immediately understood that he wanted him to help defend the city, buy time, and allow as many people as possible to evacuate.

“What’s on the other side of the waterway? Are there any big ships? How do we leave the bay?” Anser asked.

"That's a coastal estate over there, already occupied by the kobolds, but the dock is on a pebble beach, well-hidden by trees, and hasn't been discovered yet. They don't have a navy, the bay is still in our hands, and we have plenty of ships..."

“Hmm, how long do you plan to stay? We don’t have much time.” Anser stared into Tim’s eyes. “The Emerald Kingdom has murlocs. As long as the Green Dragon Queen gives the order, they can go downstream and soon fill the entire bay.”

“Before dawn, at the latest three in the morning,” Tim replied immediately, his voice crisp.

“Our people go first!” Anser said calmly.

“That’s only right.” Tim’s face immediately lit up with a smile. “I’ll arrange it right away. You can also let me know if you need anything.”

A quarter of an hour later, in the underground passage of the cliff fortress.

Dim lights flickered, water murmured, and five small boats were lined up, each filled with people.

Salian sat on the first boat, and Carreno sat on the last boat; the five boats barely accommodated the forty-odd crew members.

Anser stayed behind with Finn, Blatt, and Giant Tail, so that even if both sides faced a crisis at the same time, they would have enough resources to cope.

(End of this chapter)