Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 93 Take this... Electric Ball Technique
'You made the right choice!' Anser's lips curled into a smile.

The power of the true dragon not only enhances his attributes, but also grants him many abilities that only true dragons possess.

"Attributes": Charisma +1, Constitution +1
"Skills": Perception +1, Stealth +1
"Resistance": Cold, Fire

"Characteristics": Aquatic
In addition, he gained the ability to freely transform, either into a half-dragon or by changing only his head, claws, or other parts.

After transforming, you gain melee attack abilities, faster swimming speed, and two supernatural abilities: cold breath and fire breath.

吐息会对15尺（4.5米）锥状区域内的每名生物造成4d10（4-40）的元素伤害，每天五次，依靠生理恢复。

This is just a weakened version of the fledgling dragon. The real golden dragon fledgling is much stronger than him in every way, such as armor level, initiative, health, attributes, and saving throws. They are even immune to fire, but for him, it is weakened to a resistance.

But don't forget, he's a warlock; the abilities and spells he possesses are things the young dragon doesn't know.

'It's strong, so it's okay if it has fewer attributes.'

He is, after all, a dual bloodline, awakening two kinds of true dragon power at the same time. Although there is some overlap, the improvement should be greater than expected.

Sensing the vigorous life force and astonishing vitality within his body, Anser's heart stirred:
'Am I living longer?'

This is difficult to verify, but we can still look forward to it.

"Are you alright?" Blatt asked softly.

"Oh, it's nothing, I was just practicing a new spell." Anser smiled and stood up, making up a plausible excuse.

Tim, standing to the side, remained silent, his eyes vacant. He racked his brains for a long time but couldn't recall any spell that could transform him into a dragon.

"Hey, it seems that half-dragon is back again?" Sandre pointed his short sword toward the bridgehead.

Blatt chuckled: "You roared like a dragon just now, scaring him away. Those kobolds, not knowing what was going on, ran after him too..."

Anser looked up and saw the half-dragon standing motionless in the shadows in the distance, staring at them: "He seems... angry."

"Maybe they feel like they've been tricked?" Tim chuckled.

"You're really good at enduring things," Anser chuckled.

This is a half-dragon with green dragon blood. If it were a red or black dragon, it would have jumped over and started fighting long ago.

Actually, after transforming, he's pretty much like a half-dragon, so there's no problem with him impersonating one, and he might even be able to fool them.

However, that might be more dangerous, because its scales clearly indicate it's a metal dragon, a sure-fire mortal enemy.

He took out his pocket watch, clicked it open, and saw that the hands were past two o'clock.

Judging by the time, Salian and his men had been gone for six hours and should have already left Claw Bay.

“We can prepare to retreat now.” He looked at Tim.

Tim's expression froze. He turned to look at the large number of people who had not yet evacuated, his eyes filled with pity: "They haven't attacked again, so perhaps... we should wait a little longer."

“It’s the summer tide month now, and it gets light around 5 a.m. If we leave at 3 p.m., we want to cross the peninsula and bay within two hours, which is a very tight schedule.” Anser shook his head slightly.

It wasn't that he was cold-blooded; the dragons would inevitably arrive at dawn, and no matter how arrogant he was, he didn't believe he could defeat a squadron of dragons.

Tim paused for a moment, then sighed: "I'll send someone to arrange it immediately."

"Okay, as soon as possible." He hid back in the wall, trying to confuse Half-Dragon.

Time passed quietly, and soon it was three in the morning.

Most of the civilians inside the original city walls were evacuated. Tim dismantled many ships and temporarily built numerous small sampans, which were then sent into the waterways to transport civilians, and the results were quite good.

The commoners outside the city walls all crowded into the castle. They had just learned about the underground waterway, and the atmosphere was quite pleasant.

The city walls were dimly lit, and half of the guards had been quietly replaced. Anser and his companions had already appeared at the entrance to the underground waterway; Nornos was too large and had been sent back to the Fairy Wilderness beforehand.

Tim accompanied him with more than thirty guards. Despite his sympathy, he was still afraid of dying, and it was clearly safer to stay with Anser.

The remaining hundred or so militiamen and guards were suicide soldiers. Their job was to confuse the enemy and buy as much time as possible for the city lord and his family, saving as many as they could.

If all else fails, go into the main castle, then the basement, and finally the waterways. Hiding in the waterways with a plank is more likely to ensure survival than staying in the castle.

In the dimly lit waterway, Tim waved his hand forcefully: "Go!"

Five small boats rushed into the waterway one after another, and the guards rowed hard, making the boats faster and faster.

The waterway was dark and winding, with glowing stones embedded at the bends to help guide the way.

The guards were clearly familiar with the area; despite the narrow waterway, they didn't bump into the walls. The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive; almost no one spoke, and time passed very slowly.

About an hour later, a glimmer of light appeared ahead, and small boats emerged from the cave entrance one after another, appearing on a vast expanse of water.

Moonlight spills down, the water glistens, and all is quiet and peaceful.

The entrance to the cave was hidden in the middle of a dock, very well concealed, with many boats around, making it convenient to move around.

“The big ship is too conspicuous, let’s take a rowboat,” Tim suggested.

“Sit on that,” Anser said, pointing to a small keelboat with a broken mast. “If you squeeze in, you can all fit.”

"This... is difficult to carve."

Anser didn't reply. He placed his hand on the holy emblem, and the air in front of him vibrated. Nornos's figure appeared out of thin air, stepping on the water to stand in front of him.

It sniffed Anser incessantly, its eyes filled with confusion, as if it sensed that its owner had changed.

Anser pushed it away irritably, tied a rope to the bow of the boat, then mounted his horse and tied the other end to the saddle.

Tim immediately understood and quickly arranged for everyone to board the ship, his eyes constantly scanning Nornos.

"go!"

Nornos slowly exerted his strength, causing even the water beneath his feet to sag.

Tim directed the guards to row simultaneously, and with their coordinated efforts, the boat quickly gained speed, rising faster and faster, leaving a trail of white waves.

At this time, the sky was turning white and visibility was very high.

The kobolds on the shore quickly noticed this and shouted loudly, but they did not choose to go into the water.

"To Bluewater City," Tim shouted, pointing to the largest dock across the river.

Anser had never heard of this name, but the bay was not large, and there were almost no city walls along the coast. Only Bluewater City had a low wall around it, and the city was dotted with lights. It looked much larger than Cliff City.

The bay is long and narrow from north to south, but only three or four kilometers from east to west.

But just as they were halfway through their voyage, the entrance to the southern bay suddenly became agitated, with chaotic white waves rapidly spreading towards them.

"Fishman!" Tim's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Paddle faster, paddle faster—"

"Hold on tight, don't fall." Anser gently patted Nornos, urging it to speed up.

He estimated that they had plenty of time to land, but the dock was empty and there was nowhere to hide. If the fishmen came ashore to pursue them, a battle would be inevitable.

Giant Tail sat in the middle, holding a shield in one hand and a club in the other, his fighting spirit high. He was very good at dealing with fishmen; he didn't even need weapons, just one claw each.

Lizardmen are also excellent swimmers.

As the two sides drew closer, just before the fishmen arrived, the small boat made a hard landing, one side of the hull completely shattered, and several guards were thrown into the water, but fortunately they were all rescued in time.

"Get away from the shore, form a defensive formation!" Tim shouted.

The thirty-odd guards were highly skilled. They lined up their shields and quickly formed a semi-circular protective circle, surrounding Tim, Blatt, and the others, before slowly retreating.

"You retreat too." Anser shouted at the giant tail, then turned to stare at the surging waves, in which the fishmen were faintly visible.

'Manipulate the waves? That won't work on me.'

His body surged with magical power as he focused on casting a spell.

""

"Super Magic: Conversion Spell (Lightning)" + "Fireball"!
'Take this!'

A bright flash flew from his fingertip, instantly sweeping across the sea surface for tens of meters, crashing into the waves, and bursting forth suddenly.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared underwater, water vapor rose, and lightning traveled an unknown distance along the seawater; all that could be seen was that the sea surface was truly "boiling" this time!

One by one, the fishmen in the outer circle leaped out of the water, while those in the inner circle were no longer able to do so. After a while, groups of fishmen floated to the surface, belly up, creating a spectacular sight.

'They were electrocuted, weren't they? Not many died.'

Anser was not satisfied, feeling that the seawater had diluted the power of the spell.

(End of this chapter)