Equipment Printing School Mage

"Yes. So this is the problem you have to solve." Keha looked at Moonsong coldly, "This result must be achieved. Otherwise, we will all die. Tell me your plan."

Moonsong lowered his head, no longer making eye contact with Korha. "Yesterday, when I realized the situation was dire and we might lose, I ordered the Shadow Centurions to launch a surprise attack on Fenwë's secular allies. The priests of the Hollow Horn should be able to send a message to them. Several of Fenwë's allies may have to miss tonight's meeting."

Moonsong did not say this at first.

Keha shook his head: "Not enough."

"I secretly instigated Narcissus's secular allies, and the mercenaries called the Red Moon Group have already gone to the Hollow Corner. Perhaps they will arrive at the same time as the hobgoblins."

Korhal remained unsatisfied. "This will only disempower Fenwe. It will not determine the outcome tonight."

Moonsong clenched his fists, his head drooping lower and lower. "It's too difficult to decide the winner tonight. The two sacred trees are almost the same height now. Conventional means are simply impossible!"

Keha didn't say anything. For a moment, the tree house was so quiet that the only sound was the whistling wind outside.

After a long moment, Keha looked at Moonsong and said slowly, "If I can't win the competition tonight and get promoted, I might still be able to escape. But you probably can't."

"As long as I complete the promotion, we will have a tomorrow."

"......!" Moonsong took a deep breath, "Desecrating the sacred tree will result in the loss of all the druid powers bestowed by nature!"

"First of all, I didn't ask you to do anything." Having said that, Khar, who had recovered a little, finally stood up.

"Secondly, this is indeed a problem for most druids." He patted the horn on Moonsong's forehead. "But, before you became a druid, you were already a member of the Gods and Non-Gods, right?"

"I repeat—I want results. Tonight, I must win the competition. You only have a few hours."

After a long silence, Moonsong lowered his head: "...Yes."

Keha nodded with satisfaction, then asked, "Also, what secular allies did Fenwe find?"

Moonsong pretended to recall the past and replied in a deep voice, "A rude and violent warrior. A mage who looked down on everyone but had no apparent ability. Both of them were completely beardless. I almost suspected they were just random strangers she picked up on the street."

Khar scoffed. "Take any ten warrior and mage adventurers, and seven of them will be like this."

Moonsong responded: "Who says it's not?"

Because I promised a friend to write a chapter, I will take a day off.

As the name suggests, I was forced to rush work today because of some rants in a longtime fan club. Writing this chapter of unspeakable content is incredibly time-consuming and laborious (and the worst part is, even though I always get negative reviews, they still keep pushing me to write). I don't have the energy to update again today. I'll try to catch up tomorrow. My apologies!

Forty-two escape

A hobgoblin horde is heading towards the Hollowhorn.

This news naturally shocked everyone.

Goblins, hobgoblins, and bugbears: These three goblinoid subspecies often work together, but each possesses distinct characteristics.

Goblins are essentially the same species as goblins. They are short and lack strength. Even a trained human can defeat a goblin warrior.

The bear goblins, on the other hand, are more of a reckless men known for their strength.

Hobgoblins, on the other hand, were creatures that should not be disparagingly called monsters. Their physical strength, intelligence, and discipline were no less than those of humans.

The so-called hobgoblin tribe often does not refer to the kind of bandits who have no food or clothing, but a well-trained, well-equipped and disciplined army that can be regarded as a powerful mercenary team.

If they were merely warriors capable of wielding swords, they would pose no threat to the Hollow Horn.

Worse still, hobgoblins are not lacking in spellcasting talent, and records of hobgoblins causing death through fireballs abound.

Bearmen may not fear swords, but fire is another matter entirely.

When the forest is ablaze, the bear people's twill only make them harder to cook.

Fireball can even melt metal, so just having thick skin and flesh is not enough!

Moreover, there is a sentence in Yin's prophecy that clearly describes this situation.

The wolf and the bear were tearing each other apart… The bear was obvious, but Emiya had no idea what the wolf was specifically referring to.

Korhal was a powerful druid. When he sought his minions, he naturally sought a tribe of already-potential individuals. The hobgoblin tribe he sought was almost certainly composed of the most elite hobgoblins.

Goblin scouts, the command center and spellcasters of the hobgoblins, and the vanguard of the bugbears.

Finally, add the weapons and equipment supported by the Druids...

The Bear Tribe may not lose, but it is likely to suffer heavy losses.

[Understood. We'll be prepared. We don't plan to leave. Don't try to persuade us. Save your magic.]

What’s even worse is that Eswhite’s reply has already made clear the bear man’s attitude—thank you for the support, escape is impossible.

Looking at those big bear men, you can guess that they are not the type to retreat when faced with difficulties.

They feared druids because they could destroy their livelihoods, but hobgoblins, a direct and head-on enemy, clearly couldn't scare them.

Mars usually went to bed early and rose early, but today, like Emiya, he stayed in the wizard's hut and did not go out. Now that the meeting had begun, he finally crawled out of his sleeping bag.

The paladin sighed deeply. "Life is precious, but for certain things, we can temporarily forget its value. Bearmen, a race known for their aggressive nature, clearly wouldn't leave their homeland just to save their lives."

"The solitary bearmen might have gone into hiding... But Hollow Corner is a rare place where bearmen live. They're probably determined to fight to the end."

The end result was that Emiya could only pace back and forth anxiously in the tree house. "Although I had anticipated this outcome, it was still hard to accept when it actually happened! Do they really not value their lives? As long as we survive this wave, the hobgoblins can't stay in the forest forever. They'll be back soon!"

"They'd rather die in blood than give in to a moment of rage... This is common among aggressive races." Fenwei sighed, "Not to mention, the bears are indeed very powerful. They may be friendly, but they're also proud. They won't just flee because of potential risks."

"No." Emilia gritted his teeth and decided to send another message, but just as he raised his hand, he was caught by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Fenwei.

The druid grabbed Emiya's wrist and, for the first time, displayed his senior status. He sternly said, "Don't do anything stupid. Who do you think you are? You can use a third-level spell so extravagantly? When your mana runs out, are you going to use those wooden arrows to kill Korhal?"

Emiya clenched her fists unwillingly, and then her eyes lit up slightly.

He slowly raised his head. "The Hollow Corner definitely needs support. But our own forces are already insufficient... Then, we should contact external aid."

Fenwei was stunned for a moment: "Foreign aid? You mean Lord Son of Baal? How do we contact him?"

If they were on Earth, they would naturally have no way of establishing contact with such a big shot whom they had only heard of.

But this is Feren.

Emilia's frown finally relaxed: "Mars, may I ask your teacher's name?"

The paladin was stunned for a moment, then showed an understanding expression and smiled: "Apodel Adrian, son of Grian, from Candlekeep. You can call him by his first name. My teacher does not care about such trivial etiquette."

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The sky was gradually getting dark, but the sun was still hanging stubbornly in the corner of the sky, announcing that the day had not yet ended completely.

In the golden clouds, a white Pegasus broke through the mist and galloped towards the east.

On its back, the paladin gazed at the endless forest in the distance with a stern expression: "The Sharptooth Forest is actually a whole circle larger than the Cloak Forest... Where exactly is the Ring Conference?"

The sacred place of a druid circle could be located anywhere for all sorts of bizarre reasons.

A standing stone containing magical power was found, and the holy place was located there.

A spring in the forest was found, and the holy place was located there.

An unusually lush sacred tree was found, and the holy place was located there.

Although the evening sun was quite bright, it couldn't completely dispel the chill of the ancient forest. Looking down, the forest seemed to be just around the corner—but he was still at least dozens of kilometers away from its edge.

The paladin's Pegasus also lowered its head to observe the earth. He thought to himself, "Perhaps we can find the tallest tree in the forest? Druids are also scornful of the poor and love the rich. They will most likely be attracted to the most lush tree in the forest."

The paladin was silent for a moment, then said, "The problem is, we're running out of time. If we just wander around aimlessly searching for hours, it'll be too late. If it's not the one, where should we go next?"

A Ninth Ring Druid on the road wasn't a particularly noteworthy foe to him. Unfortunately, a few fledgling youngsters were also opponents that a Ninth Ring Druid could easily defeat.

What's even worse is that they are most likely in the druid's holy land at this moment.

At this moment, a quiet voice sounded in the old paladin's mind: "I am a mage of the Friendly Arm. The circle is in the center of the forest, under the tallest beech and oak tree."

Although text messaging can send information over extremely long distances, every word is worth its weight in gold.

Anyone who values ​​efficiency cannot tolerate the foolish act of using a third-level spell to be polite. At the same time, one has to sacrifice the coherence of the language and try to omit all information that can be inferred from the context and the current situation.

At the same time, because each spell only allows one interaction, each party has to guess the other party's needs in advance when communicating, and try to give the other party the answer they need directly in advance while asking questions.

Although text messaging allows for direct contact with people you don't know well, if you're only acquainted with them, you have to identify yourself when you contact them—and even then, unlike acquaintances, you can't identify each other. Therefore, the first half of the identity statement is essential.

The paladin immediately frowned when he received the message.

What he needed most at this moment was the second half of the sentence from Emilia.

But this news itself is not particularly good.

The distance between the Friendly Arm and the Sharptooth Forest was not that close. Even though he had been on the journey for some time, he was still far from entering the Sharptooth Forest.

The paladin pondered for a moment, urging the Pegasus under his crotch to gallop forward, and gave a reply in his heart.

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[Two hours. Khar is a nine-ringed druid and extremely dangerous. I suggest you leave.] This was the answer Emiya received.

Two hours meant he was still two hours away from the center of the forest.

As for the Nine-Ring Druid, it was completely bad news.

Even if the old paladin didn't remind her of this, Emilia knew the seriousness of the situation.

If an eighth-ring druid had the support of other druids, he could still be defeated. A ninth-ring druid...

Although Emilia never considered herself a coward, she definitely did not want to proactively challenge an enemy of this level.

After a spellcaster reaches the ninth ring, their combat power will immediately rise to an astonishing level. A ninth-ring druid will also reach the pinnacle of transformation.

Once the Nine-Ring Spell Form Change was activated, he could switch between various terrifying creatures at any time, and the interval between each change of form was only a few seconds.

This means that he can be breathing out flames one second and thunder the next, and the interval between the two breaths is even shorter than that of a real dragon.

What's even more terrifying is that the damage you cause to this form will not be carried over to the next form at all.

In the end, the spell lasted for a full hour.

It can be said that the power of this spell is too heavy for mortals to bear.

They could try to dispel and interrupt the spell's effects, but the problem was that this meant they might have to charge forward against the dragon's breath.

Emiya didn't think her body could withstand a few more dragon breaths—even though dragons in this world weren't the world-destroying monsters described in other legends, their breath could still evaporate lakes and destroy cities.

Only in this respect is the bard's boasting free from any exaggeration.

After conveying the news just received to the owner, the tree house fell into silence because of this bad news.

Even the most mysterious Yin couldn't help but sigh: "Nine-ringed Druid... no matter where they go, they are important figures who can leave their mark. With the power of you guys, I'm afraid there is no hope."

Emiya turned her gaze to the guardian of the Holy Oak. "Miss Fenwe, since we met, I have never asked about your strength... Are you a druid of the Ninth Ring or higher?"

Fenwei's originally gloomy face suddenly showed a helpless smile. She asked unhappily, "If I were you, I would have tied you up in my room long ago!"

Emiya shook her head and sighed: "...Mars, I want to confirm - in this situation, can we escape?"

The paladin blinked in surprise, then pondered the matter with a serious chuckle, finally shaking his head solemnly. "With all due respect, Korhal's hostility toward us is quite clear. I doubt he'll be willing to allow us to stall for two hours over procedural issues."

"If you ask me—every second we stay here, it increases the danger."

"Our best option right now is to turn around and run. Fighting a Nine-Ring Druid is like dancing on a tightrope. But there's no need to take that risk."

After all, Emiya's purpose in coming here was for the Confessor and to eliminate the threat that Khar posed to him.

Now Korhal was being chased by the Son of Baal and the Confessor was already in his hands - he actually had no reason to stay here and could easily leave.

As for killing Khar completely...trying to kill a high-level druid in the forest is really not a task they can accomplish.

Now there is only one problem.

Aimiya turned to the true owner of the treehouse. "--Miss Fenwei, will you come with us? Now that Korhal has returned, it will be too difficult to win the [Competition]."

He had some knowledge of druidic spells, but the secret rituals of the various circles were truly kept secret... It was entirely possible that Korhal had all sorts of unusual foundations to help him win the competition.

If a shadow druid cooperates with the outside world, it must be because he has obtained benefits that are difficult to refuse.

Fenwei pursed her lips, her long black hair covering her eyes.

She pinched the back of her left hand with her right hand, her body trembling slightly for a moment before finally looking up. "Indeed, follow me. I'll take you to the Hollow Corner. There, you can help defend against attacks, and if you need to evacuate, you can quickly leave the Sharptooth Forest. How do you do that?"

Mars breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. Yin also stood up nonchalantly.

Only Emiya frowned, raised her hand, and shouted, "Wait a minute, this is the time to be on high alert. Let's start preparing for battle right away."

"We may not be able to leave so easily."

That being said, Silver was completely unprepared from the start, and had nothing to prepare. He was happily buried in Emiya's collection of books. All the paladin needed was the blessing of mage armor and a proper mental state.

In fact, the one who needs to prepare the most is Emilia herself.