What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 253. Burning Nar, the disheveled battle mage.

After much deliberation, Rob decided to meet with Ian.

He knew that Ian was the young master of the Olivier family, and he also knew that it was somewhat inappropriate for him to come when war was about to break out, but he still chose to meet him.

Although war ultimately requires a direct clash of strength, he would still be willing to do so if there were ways to reduce casualties and losses.

When he saw Ian and his mother, his gaze lingered on the latter for a moment, and he was immediately horrified.

"Are you Princess Moira?"

Rob immediately recognized her as a princess from the Saissin royal family he had met before; her beauty was truly unforgettable.

A beautiful woman like that, when the country is conquered, is practically no different from an object symbolizing war merit; no one will feel any pity for her.

There is nothing but naked desire and the satisfaction of conquest. In wars on a national scale, there is never any love at first sight.

Moira looked at the man she had met once before. She was very clear about her own identity and her attitude was extremely sincere: "I remember you, Mr. Robert."

She took something from her son's hand, knelt down, and presented it with both hands: "This is the magic-suppressing iron lock forged by Duke Olivier, along with the alchemical formulas required to create it."

Anti-magic iron chains?

Rob was drawn to the very old-looking iron chain in the woman's hand. It looked unremarkable, even rusty, and would go unnoticed if left on the roadside.

But if you look closely, you can see that the rust spots are evenly distributed in a strange thorny pattern.

He was all too familiar with the patterns of those thorns.

"...Did you provide him with the alchemical formula?" Rob's tone was extremely certain. "I remember that the Sethian royal family has a tradition of creating such alchemical artifacts!"

He initially thought it was just a silly rumor, but it turned out to be true. The Sessen royal family really did have a lineage of magic-suppressing runes!

It is said that this magical rune comes from the analysis of a creation of a god by the royal family of Seth, but he had only heard about it from his royal friend and had never seen the actual object.

I never expected to see it today; the thorns on it are clearly the pattern of the Thorns of Justice.

"I knew it before." Moira sighed. "This formula was extracted from my memory, but it has now been lost to me forever."

Rob stared at her for a few moments, then looked at Ian: "Tell me, what do you want to exchange these for?"

—At this moment, light emanating from the island of Hanju is flashing under the table, indicating that Kroya is watching this place, just like when Rob came forward to sell magical artifacts a long time ago.

Ian bowed deeply: "I beg Lord Kroya to give my mother a place to rest. I will reveal the Olivier family's entire plan and let Duke Olivier die here."

Wow, she's really very filial.

But Rob wasn't surprised at all. It was rare for nobles to have a genuine father-son relationship, since the most important thing for nobles was to expand their families, and some could have dozens of children.

Even some magical beasts are no match for these nobles.

After a short wait, Rob received instructions: "Okay, I promise you, your mother will be well taken care of."

He reached out and pressed a button on the image array next to him, and a beautiful picture immediately appeared on it—an elegant white cottage surrounded by fields of purple lavender.

This single image alone conveys a sense of safety and comfort, making one's heart flutter.

"This is the place Lord Kroya promised you."

"Haven Reef Island has many magical creations. Whether your mother can receive more preferential treatment depends on what you do."

After throwing out the bait, Robert waved his hand and ordered his men to take the mother and child away, giving them a private space.

But Ian refused. He simply hugged his mother, put on a veil and hood to conceal his whereabouts, and left under the cover of night.

……

three days later.

The armies of Dukes Olivier and Nar officially entered the North and began their first offensive on the vast, man-made plain that the apprentices had named "Kroya Plain".

Duke Nar's Nar monsters attacked in hordes, like a black torrent rushing to the ground, their momentum so overwhelming that they seemed to crush everything in their path.

These tough, thick-skinned guys are the best choice for the forwards; they're not only effective, but they can also quickly secure the first victory—Duke Nar is eager for a win to dampen Kroya's morale.

They were greeted by the Knights of the Reef.

Count Camoyer led the way, followed by fully armed knights who wore a unique type of active armor woven from vines, with a small olive spirit floating beside each of them.

At the very center of the procession, there was a sunflower with its head held high, its flower head facing the sun, its petals radiating orange and golden light.

The stirring melody spread from its flower-shaped base, and ripples covered the entire knightly order.

It was singing a song that belonged to sunflowers, and the courage hymn and endurance aura that Kroa had personally imprinted on its body, learned from angels, were constantly taking effect.

There was no other way. Even though Kroya had racked his brains to prepare equipment for the knights, they were still no match for an army of level three and four magical beasts. They had to resort to other methods.

Without any pre-battle mobilization, the Warcraft Nal and the Knights of the Night collided like two tidal waves.

Logically speaking, a level four magical beast, especially a specially bred war beast, should be able to kill a level one or two knight with little difficulty than tearing open butter.

But when the Nar monsters slammed their powerful claws onto the knights, the seemingly ordinary rattan armor shimmered with a vibrant green light.

They easily blocked their first wave of attacks. Without saying a word, the trained knights raised their lances and other weapons and viciously stabbed at the Nar monster.

The thick fur of the Nars, which could withstand the magic artifacts, could not stop these weapons made of bamboo, and they were quickly pierced with one bloody hole after another.

"roar!!!"

These monsters roared angrily, their eyes turned blood red, their bodies became even more muscular, and their claws were stained with blood.

Every time they swung their sharp claws and made a whistling sound as they cut through the air, even the rattan armor on the knights couldn't withstand it this time. Several knights died on the spot, their bodies flying out like pieces of paper.

Most of these unfortunate knights had their bones and internal organs crushed, and there was no way to save them.

Knights who are lucky enough to avoid fatal injuries will be enveloped in the sunflower's halo, where the divine healing power continuously soothes their wounds.

The dead souls... entered the sunflower petals like smoke, enveloped in oil.

The olive elves are also doing their best to release their own "peace power." Although they can't completely turn the Nar monsters into peace lovers, it's enough to influence them.

On the battlefield, even a few seconds of hesitation can be fatal.

Despite their efforts, many people still died.

The sacrifice of their comrades did not affect the fighting spirit of the remaining knights; on the contrary, it inspired their fighting spirit. This kind of bloody war was completely different from bandit suppression and training.

Everyone is swept up in the fervor of war, roaring forward with no intention of retreating.

"Rush!!"

"For Lord Chloe!!"

Among them, Kemoye was particularly dedicated. He was wearing custom-made armor and had a nearly legendary knight's sword in his hand. He charged forward calmly, seemingly unconcerned about his own safety.

With him as a leader, the knights naturally followed closely behind.

Only the sounds of war remained on the plains of Croya.

The sun in the sky still gently shone on the earth, but under the bright sunlight, the land was a bloody mess—the corpses of Nar monsters, men, and horses lay scattered everywhere, and the air seemed to be stained with a layer of bloody mist.

Rob, observing everything from afar, remained calm and indifferent. He instructed Lina beside him, "Activate the Cloud Mist Sunflower for support."

A look of surprise flashed in Lina's eyes, but she did not question or ask any questions. She immediately relayed Rob's order.

As the order was relayed to the mushroom-man riding the golem in the sky, the seemingly harmless white clouds suddenly began to move. They moved at an extremely fast speed and soon arrived above the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, tentacles seemed to appear in the white clouds, their white suckers pulsating with magical light as they aimed at the Nar monsters.

It only takes a few seconds.

Beams of light, like a torrential downpour, began to fall from the sky.

Those were platinum beams of light, each one striking the Nar monsters with extreme precision, their fur offering no resistance to their power.

Their bodies, forged through countless trials, were like melting candles under the power of the platinum-gold radiance, unable to extinguish the flames spreading across them no matter how much they struggled.

"Aww..."

"Ugh!"

No matter how much they struggled, they eventually vanished into nothingness in the platinum light.

A magnificent platinum-gold radiance filled the entire battlefield, momentarily overshadowing the sun's light. As the beam of light descended, the knights, aided by it, immediately began to slay the Nar monster.

Their figures, enveloped in platinum-gold light, were so majestic and imposing that the beams of light that could easily burn the Nar Beast like candles failed to strike even a single knight.

It was as if a divine army from heaven was slaying demons from hell and monsters from the abyss.

Thus, the war has already been decided.

This battle group of five hundred Nar monsters, powerful level three and four war beasts, was defeated by a group of level one and two knights.

Not even one managed to escape.

……

"How is that possible?!"

Duke Nar, who was watching the battle from afar, stood up angrily. His voice was as powerful as a lion's, but it was filled with disbelief.

Those are five hundred Nar War Beasts!

He died just like that? He died...

He took a deep breath, looked at Duke Olivier beside him, and said in a sinister tone, "Where is your battlemage band? If these people have gone back, our cooperation ends here."

At that moment, all he wanted was to crush those knights, and he even went so far as to threaten Duke Olivier. The latter looked at Duke Nar's bloodshot eyes and cursed inwardly, "This barbarian."

In the end, however, he chose to wave goodbye to his retainers.

The retainers received the order and mobilized the battle mage squadron.

He closed his eyes, cursed Duke Nar again, and then opened them with a smile in his voice.

"How many times can he use such a terrifying attack?"

"He cared too much about the lives of his men, which destined him to lose."

Duke Nar narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head, and said, "If he has more of that kind of magic, then we will have to return empty-handed."

"We can't afford the losses either."

This is the truth. If Kroya is unwilling to sacrifice his men, how could they be? Those are battle mages and war beasts that they have painstakingly trained; each one is precious.

"I don't believe that such wide-area magic can defeat my mage."

"If there really is a problem, then we'll just use manpower to build it up. I've already ordered the territory to send more peasant soldiers. Perhaps our enemy is somewhat benevolent."

Duke Olivier smiled broadly: "A mage, kind-hearted, this will surely ruin him."

He picked up a bottle of golden oak wine from the elves, poured two glasses, handed one to Duke Nar, pointed into the distance, and said, "Let's just watch."

Duke Nar accepted the blood-red wine and looked into the distance—

The battle mage regiment, now in formation, is advancing.

The clear blue light, belonging to magic, protected the battle group of fifty level three mages like an eggshell.

Every mage wore the same style of robe, and the staff in their hands surged with magic. Ripples of magic resonated, waiting for the moment to burst forth.

Their speed seemed slow, but as all the mages waved their staffs together, magical light formed patterns beneath their feet that represented the flickering of space.

In an instant, the mages arrived not far behind the retreating knights—the rain of light was still falling from the sky, but against these battle mages skilled in elemental magic, pure magical elements were easy to defend against.

The raindrops fell on the blue magic shield, but had virtually no effect other than creating some ripples.

This magic is actually a product of combining the unique toxins of deep-sea anemones with sacred flames. If it lands on your body, it will burn wildly, but it is really helpless against magic shields.

It's a case of one thing overcoming another.

They swiftly approached the retreating knights, chanting incantations in unison, and crackling air elementals appeared between their staffs.

That is……

Chain lightning!

Rob keenly noticed this, and a glint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

Chain Lightning is arguably one of the most terrifying war spells. With enough magic power, it can bounce wildly, and a powerful mage can even wipe out an entire army single-handedly.

If they were to actually unleash their power and penetrate the ranks of the knights, it would undoubtedly cause immense casualties.

Fortunately, they have a way to deal with it. But can the mage corps handle such powerful magic safely?

He immediately glanced at Lina beside him and asked in a deep voice, "Has the Prism Grass been arranged?"

Lina held a square magical artifact, staring at the image displayed on the crystal screen. Sweat beaded on her forehead. After about two minutes, she replied, "All done!"

—Accompanied by her voice, the mage corps in the distance had already jointly released thick chains of light, resembling giant pythons, flashing with a low and violent roar, rushing towards the knights in the distance like excited predators.

The corpses and debris along the way were all shredded to dust by the long chain of light, and blinding lightning and violent air elements took over the battlefield.

Two dukes in the distance, holding glasses of red wine, looked on with excitement, waiting for the knights to wail and scream in the power of the lightning, and finally die with their bodies charred black.

But before they could even be happy, some seemingly inconspicuous silver grasses suddenly rose from the ground, swaying their bodies and their petals immediately dancing in the wind.

The fluttering petals were shaped like individual rhomboid blocks, which were pieced together in mid-air to instantly form a long, silver wall of mirrors, its surface shimmering with the light of crystal and magic.

It looks very thin, probably less than ten centimeters wide, and at first glance it looks like a fancy but useless illusion magic.

But when the violent chain of lightning struck it, the crystal's brilliance flickered wildly, and the lightning chain snapped back as if it had hit a trampoline, immediately bouncing back the way it came.

They seem to be moving even faster than when they arrived.

"What is this?"

"How is that possible?!"

To the astonishment of the two dukes, the chain of lightning crashed into the mage group, who were about to press their advantage. The mage group's magical shields appeared so flimsy amidst the raging lightning.

The battle mage corps hadn't considered this possibility at all. Besides, in order to demonstrate their abilities to the Duke, they had practically exceeded their spellcasting expectations, making the Chain Lightning exceptionally powerful.

Therefore, dealing with it is extremely difficult.

The mages joined forces and used magical neutralization spells, spending a great deal of effort and time, before finally quelling the raging chain of lightning.

Although there were no casualties, it was completely impossible to catch up, and they even had to retreat quickly, otherwise they would definitely be surrounded.

By this time, the knights had already completely disappeared, having left in an unknown manner.

"Snapped!"

The two dukes' faces turned very ugly, and they smashed their wine glasses in unison.

Then they roared:

"All troops, advance!"

"I'm going to twist the head off the Lord of the Reef!"

The two dukes were furious at the two consecutive failures, and their noble pride prevented them from backing down.

Therefore, even if tens of thousands of people die, they are willing to pay the price as long as a result can be achieved.

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