Equipment Printing School Mage

There were dozens of mind flayers—of course, completely obeying the orders of the Mastermind.

Now, although they also had many bruises on their bodies, they were all heading in the same direction in unison.

And there, was Emiya and his group who had just reunited.

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"He can even occupy the brain of the mind-thief?!" Emilia frowned.

From now on, Igirock's arrival on this continent is like a whale returning to the sea - its mental strength is simply too powerful to be believed.

If even one of the most adept creatures at psychic and mental combat could be taken over so easily by it, then, to put it in an exaggerated way, all creatures lacking magical protection were exactly the same naked in front of it.

"...Sir Ivar, please forgive me for being blunt." Emilia looked troubled. "How did you manage to force such a powerful enemy into this desperate situation on the verge of death?"

Ivar said seriously, "We have hundreds of people, and we can be resurrected."

It turns out that they used human lives to pile it up!

Emiya can imagine

In a sense, it is really a case of mutual promotion and mutual restraint - Igilok thrives in an environment like Faerun where the individual strength gap is huge, but the Wild Hunt, whose individual strength is relatively average and who can be resurrected infinitely in the Golden Palace, is really his nemesis.

"...What should we do now?" Ivar's face had completely turned bitter at this moment.

He had just witnessed the scene where the mastermind showed its power.

It just waved its tentacles slightly, and all the elves within a radius of dozens of meters stopped moving at the same time and fell down stiffly like wooden stakes.

If this is an attack on the mind... these reckless men really have no confidence at all.

"Leave it to us." Emiya was not in a hurry at all. "The Illithids are certainly a very powerful race. But there is almost no such thing as absolute strength in this world.

"And at this stage, the Illithids are no longer strong enough."

Emilia raised her shortbow.

Now, Igilock probably finally found a sense of security. At the same time, he occupied the main brain without making any earth-shattering noise like before, and seemed to have successfully lurked.

Even Emiya couldn't find a chance to aim when Igilok was running at full speed. The arrow wasn't flying much faster than it was running at full speed. In this situation, no matter how good the archery skills were, it was useless.

However, the Illithid Mastermind is probably one of the most clumsy creatures in the world - its tentacles are not enough to allow it to move like a spider.

In fact, the two giant dragons were its legs. Without the black dragon dragging it, it could hardly move.

——And now, Igirock may not dare to expose its displacement ability.

The goal of this group of dark elves is very clear. They are not here to attack the high elves, they are only here to capture Igilok.

So, keep pushing him into a corner!

Emiya placed a magic-breaking arrow on the bowstring.

It is so huge that it is almost impossible to move.

Moreover, the target has no idea about the power system of this world.

What better way to attack than with a magic-breaking arrow that creates an anti-magic field?

The Battle of the Twenty-Sixth and Twenty-Fourth Armies (V)

Etahir is in a very bad condition at the moment.

They never expected that the summer battlefield climate would turn into a bitter winter with howling cold winds.

This elven family is most focused on various highly mobile arms, and they excel in cavalry and air force.

So, similar to the Xingyong family, the number of spellcasters in their army was relatively insufficient - this would not have been a particularly fatal problem, as they had their own tactics that they were good at.

However, they were caught off guard and entered an ice battlefield where air force was forbidden and visibility was poor, and their original weakness directly became a fatal weakness.

They knew of the existence of the Overmind, but this wouldn't have been a big problem - the Overmind's mobility and range were irreparable weaknesses, and they could have chopped the psychic monster into pieces from a distance.

However, the high elves, who had become trapped, landed in front of the main brain and entered its functional range.

In front of them were the dark elves who were on the defensive.

"...What's the damage?" The leader of the Eshtar family thrust the swift sword into the dark elf's throat with a dashing posture. The blood gushing out of the throat melted some of the ice and snow in the air, but soon turned into ice crystals.

The female elven mage standing with the leader sighed. "It wasn't serious, but it wasn't light either—the casualties weren't great, but magic ships, mounts, and even the deadlier bows and arrows are having a hard time operating in this weather. Meanwhile, the Chongsa River I summoned has also been frozen by this bizarre storm."

The problem is very serious.

Etashir naturally has no shortage of archers - the problem is that the storm is too strong now.

This fierce storm can tear the magic ship into pieces, and the archer can only watch and sigh in despair.

The arrows that once could penetrate giant trees now only help scrape the snow when they fall on the membrane of the main brain.

How ironic that the Chongsa River water, still shrouded in a bit of summer sunshine, seemed exceptionally warm at this moment.

However, the dark elves are still attacking——

The main brain's mental explosion will not be blocked by wind and snow!

"...I suppose that if we don't retreat immediately, Etahir's name will disappear?"

The senior mage was silent for a moment, then said, "Even if we retreat immediately, the outcome will remain unchanged."

Ascension, the purpose of this high-level magic is to capture the city silently, not to completely erase all traces.

The Kingdom of Santa Osriel has been completely engulfed in war, and Etashir will be the first to bear the brunt.

However, the kingdom as a whole has never been known for its strong military strength, so it can be said that the chances of winning this battle are extremely slim.

"Even if the outcome can't be changed, the actors ultimately have the final say in how the situation unfolds." The clan leader shook his head. "Then, let's fight. The Baenre family... holds some status in the Ilythrei Kingdom. They dare to send their precious and fragile Illithid Mastermind to the battlefield. Are we just going to run away in fear?!"

The only good news was that the mind flayers that surged out of the conch shells were all heading in the same direction, and the dark elves seemed to have extra attention to that direction.

And in that direction, the silver elf rider who had disappeared in the forest for a while appeared again.

However, the Pegasus under her had transformed into a nimble unicorn at some point, and the woman and her horse appeared at the edge of the battlefield as if they were oblivious to the surroundings.

Then, without even the intention to communicate with the high elves of Etashir, they rushed straight towards the main brain.

——Looking at this scene, Ijirock could hardly help but tremble.

Just a few minutes ago, this seemingly gentle and graceful elf girl had dealt him the heaviest blow of his life, turning his previously intact flesh and blood body into a pile of garbage in the blink of an eye. Because Igilock had never expected that seemingly ordinary blow to have such a huge killing power, he missed the opportunity to leave his body early.

So the pain of being shattered was completely and unreservedly transmitted to him.

And he definitely doesn't want to experience it again.

Can the dark elves in front of her withstand her?

Almost impossible.

Igilok immediately sent a message to Lilinara Baenre: [That silver elf... is the target you are looking for.]

--Yes.

Igilock certainly has enough intelligence to think and communicate with others, and imitating other people's voices is just a means to undermine the enemy's morale.

This news was of course a bolt from the blue for the commander of Banrui: [What? Are you sure?]

[I'm sure.] Iggilock looked around silently.

——He didn't want to say it too rudely.

Among the elves present, there were very few who could compare to the priest who looked like a noble lady at first glance.

This is the new sense brought by psychic power, which gives him confidence.

Then Iggy Locke added: [Don’t you see her abnormality? ]

abnormal?

——Yes, if you look closely, Elastrid's clothing is very unusual for this era.

She bore no familiar sigils upon her body, and the emblem upon her breast was a strange one, not of any of the Seldarine.

And the clothes they wore did not conform to any style on the surface of the earth - the slightly tough platinum plate armor was incompatible with the appearance of the silver elves.

They look more like the dwarves under the mountains and the earth.

Staring at the perfect face of a moon elf, but except for the body, everything else was in disharmony.

It turned out to be the case.

Coincidentally, the dark elves came to the same conclusion as the high elves of Etashiel: she was not a moon elf, at least definitely not a moon elf from Faerun.

Now, on the entire battlefield, is there anything that does not belong to Faerun?

That strange ice storm that didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

And, the man and horse who obviously did not belong to either side.

At the same time, this man and his horse also had a strange flaw: as far as the commander of the Banrui family knew, the unicorn riders among the high elves were generally extremely young and lacked physical strength.

And now, this unicorn rider has a beautiful appearance, wears luxurious but unfamiliar clothes, has a magical aura on her body, and is extremely powerful - under such circumstances, she is still a virgin, and her reputation is completely unknown to the Kingdom of Ilythri.

This was completely impossible. Such a beauty would surely drive all the young men—and even women—of Erivandar and Santa Osriel madly in love with her. An outstanding Unicorn Knight wasn't as socially distinguished as a high mage or priest, but rather something closer to a popular idol.

Therefore, as long as there is such a special knight, all kinds of rumors about her will inevitably spread throughout the continent and it is impossible for her to remain unknown in Ilysri.

If this is not enough to prove the abnormality, then the unusually powerful ice storm proves that the culprit who destroyed the dark elf vanguard is on the battlefield.

The dark elves were certain that the bizarre phenomenon they were looking for was likely closely related to this moon elf! No matter what, as long as they could bring her back, she would definitely be able to complete her mission!

So, thinking of this, Lilinar made up her mind.

She breathed a sigh of relief and waved to the high-ranking mage beside her: "Our first target is the moon elf."

"..." However, the senior mages of the Banrui family looked very unhappy. "The battlefield is too chaotic now."

High magic has never been known for considering friend or foe—the way they avoid harming their allies is to get them out of the spell's range as quickly as possible.

In other words, high-level magic is not suitable for capturing people alive, nor is it suitable for use when the enemy is fighting with you.

"Of you two, one of you will use the Light of the Nymph," Lilinara said without hesitation. "The other one of you will create darkness around the target so that she can't see you."

"...I understand." A high-level mage said, "I came to release the Light of the Nymph, but I didn't expect to be forced to this point, so I'm not prepared."

"let me help you."

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[No, what are those dark elves doing?!] Sig had just hidden himself and quietly moved above the main brain, but his attention was quickly drawn to the dark elves behind the main brain.

They were doing things that the bard lady wouldn't even dare to dream of.

The Dark Elf's mastermind pulled out a knife from his waist and cut a Dark Elf high-ranking wizard's shoulders and waist several times.

——Damn it, she was actually stripping off her comrade’s underwear at this time!

Miss Gelong couldn't help but cover her face with her claws, leaving a huge gap between her palms to ensure that her vision was not obstructed.

It was absolutely insane, and the morals of the world were going downhill! She knew that elves played wildly, and drow were even wilder, but she never dreamed that they were so wild that they would fight on the battlefield!

[Emiya, Emiya! You'll never guess what I saw!]

[…If it’s not important, don’t mention it.] Emilia’s arrows were ready to be unleashed, waiting for Elastrid and Fenwë to enter range before unleashing the magic-breaking arrows.

[What I have to say is also very important.] Sig hesitated for a moment, but still mentally sent out the most outrageous yet most genuine message since she joined the team: [I don't know what happened, but the dark elves are in heat on the battlefield.]

[……] As expected, Emiya fell into a brief silence. [So, even typos can occur in a mind connection…]

"I'm serious!" Sig's voice was as if he was trying to hold back a laugh. "I saw it with my own eyes. That dark elf insignia stripped her fellow mage's clothes! Her underwear is all over the floor. Oh my god, she's already taking off her robes. Isn't she afraid of the cold in this freezing weather?"

However, this time, Emiya's response was immediate and serious. She immediately sent a message to everyone, her voice filled with sternness: "Warning, everyone, for the next minute or so, keep your eyes fixed on that brain and try not to observe the battlefield as much as possible."

[If possible, even cover the sides of your eyes to prevent your peripheral vision from catching glimpses of things you shouldn't see.]

[Warning again, I'm not kidding, please treat this as the most critical thing at the moment! ]

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"...There's no time." After hearing Emilia's words, Fenwe and Elaster, who had also done their homework, naturally knew what would happen next.

Sig spent all his energy on the customs and language of the elves, but as a result, he didn't learn anything from them in the advanced magic class.

But they are not.

"Eighty meters," Alestria whispered. She suddenly raised her shield, and the holy emblem of Tymora on it spewed out a handful of silver arrows. They soared high into the air and landed above Alestria's head, enveloping her in a faint silver glow.

Arrow of Luck, the most powerful magic secretly passed down by the Church of Luck.