Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 91 Half-Dragon
Anser crouched by the side of the boat and spoke quietly with Salian.

“I’ll be waiting for you at the waterway entrance…” Salian held his hand.

“Don’t wait for us, it’s too dangerous. Once we’re out there, take the big ship to the other side. Don’t linger, go to Belgost,” Anser whispered in his ear.

Belgost is located southeast of Claw Bay, east of Candlekeep, deep inland, and is relatively safer.

"Live well." Salian seemed to understand something, reached out and hugged him, then raised the oar and pushed the small boat away from the riverbank.

Anser watched them disappear into the dim waterway, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

With the situation unclear, they couldn't determine their route after leaving the area. Waiting idly might endanger each other, so they decided to leave this dangerous zone while it was still relatively safe.

As a result, it is unlikely that the two sides will meet in the near future.

After a long while, Anser waved and led Giant Tail and the others back to the castle.

Sandray followed silently behind without saying a word.

The waterway entrance was in the castle's basement. After the group came out, they did not stay in the castle, but instead climbed the stone steps to the front of the castle wall.

Sir Casanova and his personal guard were both present.

“They’re here again,” Tim said, pointing to the night sky ahead. “This time it might be someone important.”

“Hmm.” Anser looked down ahead.

The kobolds returned, approaching timidly, their glowing eyes appearing and disappearing, densely packed, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

He looked up at the sky and, noticing no movement from the flying dragon, felt a slight sense of relief.

The dragon is faster than Nornos and poses a great threat to him. Whether he can defeat it or not is another matter; the biggest problem is that he can't escape.

"Save your spell slots. We'll handle the front lines first," Tim instructed softly, trying to be gentle so the young man wouldn't take it to heart.

"Hmm." Anser smiled and didn't say anything more.

He silently estimated the distance; it was about 60 or 70 meters from the city wall to the opposite bridgehead, while his fireball spell had a range of over 90 meters, easily covering the area.

There were many kobolds, at least several thousand, divided into several teams, struggling to drag several chains, but the closer they got to the bridgehead, the more they hesitated to move forward.

"You idiots, get him..." (Dragon's voice)

A hoarse dragon's voice echoed from the darkness, along with the screams of kobolds.

The effect was immediate; the kobold's movements became much more agile, and he charged forward with his head down.

Tim waved his hand: "Rocket!"

"Shhhhh-"

A dozen or so rockets, soaked in grease, were launched in different directions to the other side of the cliff. They landed and remained lit for a long time, reflecting the small, thin figures on the rockets.

Among them, one figure stood out from the crowd, exceptionally tall, clad in metal armor, wielding two swords, with a ferocious dragon head and a thick dragon tail reflecting a green light.

"Dragonborn?" Tim asked, puzzled.

“No, it’s a half-dragon!” Anser was absolutely certain.

Dragonborn and half-dragons look very different. Half-dragons resemble dragons in every way, with a sleek and impactful body, while dragonborn lack dragon claws and a thick dragon tail, resembling a cheap imitation.

Indeed, this is the case. Dragonborn are merely slaves of dragons, of low status, while half-dragons are commanders created by dragons through magical rituals by consuming "dragon essence."

There aren't many half-dragons, and the starting challenge level is 5. Their dragon breath deals the same damage as fireball.

The half-dragon, exposed to the firelight, glanced coldly toward the city wall before quickly retreating into the darkness, unusually cautious for a half-dragon.

The temperaments of the half-dragons vary, but they are generally greedy, arrogant, and stubborn.

Anser secretly lamented that the distance was too great for the dice to detect the target information.

'He was there just now.'

The fireball spell not only intimidates the enemy but also puts them on high alert, making them hesitant to enter his range.

The half-dragons could retreat, but the kobolds could not; they launched another attack, dragging chains and logs much thicker than before.

“That’s an anchor!” Tim said in a deep voice. “Free fire, we can’t let them form a bridge.”

Those were just anchor chains on a small boat, but they were much thicker than ordinary iron chains, and even fireballs couldn't melt them.

On the city wall, dozens of guards, each holding a bow, rained down arrows and occasionally threw down a bottle of flaming glue.

Actually, kerosene is also a good option, but the distance is too far. Even a professional's throwing axe has a range of only thirty or forty meters, so it's very difficult to throw canisters of kerosene that far.

The kobolds were really weak; they struggled to move while dragging the heavy anchor chain, and the results were not as good as before.

This was a good opportunity to gain experience. Just as Anser was about to cast a spell, a muffled whistling sound suddenly came from the air.

"Woo-"

Two metal anchors, dragging chains, emerged from the darkness, one after the other, flying across the cliff and crashing into the earth and rocks with two loud thuds.

The next moment, the chains tightened, and the anchor claws firmly gripped the earthen foundation, forming two parallel cableways less than a meter apart on the cliff.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the elite kobolds threw out thin iron chains from the side. Dozens of chains flew out and tangled or hung on the cableway, forming a simple iron suspension bridge several tens of centimeters wide.

In just a few seconds, the situation changed drastically.

The kobolds were just feinting; the half-dragons lurking in the darkness were the real force!
'Smart, and well-coordinated.' Anser secretly admired. 'Judging from this, at least two half-dragons have come.' In fact, half-dragons have extremely strong jumping abilities and could easily jump over this cliff of less than twenty meters, but they are very cautious and determined to let the kobolds fight a war of attrition rather than risk their lives.

"Should I send men to sabotage the rope bridge?" Tim asked Anser, his eyes questioning.

“I’ll snipe them. You guys get ready and fill in any gaps,” Anser said with a smile.

The kobolds have no other skills, but they have one unique ability to outnumber the enemy: slingshots, which can be launched far and accurately, and are quite powerful.

The guards tried to sabotage the suspension bridge despite the barrage of stones raining down on it; who knows how many people would die in that scenario.

Anser's body surged with magical power as he focused on casting a spell.

""

"Cloud and Mist Technique!"
Without a sound, fog rose from the cliff.

Thick fog descended, submerging the bridgehead on the opposite bank and most of the suspension bridge, creating a hazy, indistinct scene that made the night even darker.

The kobold, who was climbing the suspension bridge, was stunned. A thick fog enveloped him, and he could not see the chains that were right in front of him. The cliff and his companions behind him had also disappeared. He was so frightened that he dared not climb any further.

'good. ’

Anser was very satisfied. The diameter of the cloud spell was seventeen or eighteen meters. Because it was released at night, the effect was excellent. Even he couldn't tell where the boundary of the dense fog was.

Tim was taken aback. The expected fireball spell didn't appear; instead, a thick fog rolled in.

"We can't see them anymore. What if they come in the dark?"

Anser did not answer, but instead pointed downwards.

""

Spell Burst - Lightning!

A blue light streaked across the night sky, bursting forth the moment it touched the suspension bridge, crackling with electricity and extending along the chains into the mist.

The chains rattled violently, accompanied by a series of panicked cries, as more than a dozen dark figures tumbled out of the mist and plunged into the deep abyss.

A moment later, a series of tips flashed through Anser's mind. There weren't many, but they were easy to follow.

"Brilliant! The spellcaster is truly clever." Tim sat up abruptly, a smile in his eyes. "Wood is afraid of fire, and chains conduct electricity. Let's see what they do."

The guards were also excited, though they didn't understand why, only believing it to be the effect of a spell.

There is no electricity in Faerun, and the fact that metals conduct electricity is not common knowledge here; most people are unaware of it.

"How long will your spell last?" Tim asked the crucial question, his smile fading.

“It can take as long as I want,” Anser said calmly.

Dark magic is actually more effective, but it is a second-circle spell that only lasts for about ten minutes and consumes a lot of mana, making it unsuitable for prolonged battles.

The Cloud Mist spell is only a first-level spell, lasting a little over an hour at a time. With his mana reserves, he could easily maintain it for a whole day.

At this moment, the exposed part of the suspension bridge began to sway again, clearly the kobolds had not given up.

Anser deliberately waited a moment, until the first kobold climbed most of the rope bridge and emerged from the mist before casting his spell.

"boom--"

After the lightning flashed, several more kobolds fell off the cliff.

The suspension bridge was already very rudimentary. The front half was partially entangled with thin iron chains, and the back half could only be moved by holding onto the chains. Even without any interference, it swayed violently, not to mention that you couldn't see anything and were also exposed to electric shocks.

In other words, the dog-headed human is small and agile. If it were an ordinary person, even with help, they might not be able to climb over this nearly 20-meter-long suspended iron cable.

Suddenly, a strange sound of wind arose.

The fog rippled and was mostly dispersed by a green, cone-shaped storm.

Focus interrupted, the fog spell was broken!
A half-dragon stood at the bridgehead, staring coldly at Anser, his green eyes filled with ferocity.

“Heh…” Anser had anticipated this and raised his hand to cast another mist spell.

Half-dragons typically only have five or six breath attacks, making them as precious as fireballs, while his mist spell uses only a tiny bit of magic.

Thus, the standoff continued.

He would turn on the power whenever a kobold climbed the chain, since the magic consumed very little energy.

When the fog spell is broken, he casts another one.

If the winged kobolds launch a surprise attack, leave it to the guards to handle.

Tim was very cautious. Taking advantage of the enemy's momentary lapse in attention, he quickly sent men to dig up the bridgehead foundation and dismantle the suspension bridge.

Banlong was furious and tried to build a bridge again, but there was nowhere to secure it. The giant trees he sent to bring were also burned, and he was at a loss for what to do.

He wanted to jump in and fight several times, but he held back at the crucial moment.

There was no way around it; the afterimage of that fireball still lingered in my memory, becoming more vivid with each recollection.

Anser was somewhat disappointed. They had three elite professionals on their side, making four including the giant tail. If the half-dragon dared to come alone, he shouldn't expect to return easily.

(End of this chapter)