Witch Monastery

While the fight was going on here, another quick-moving thug immediately pulled out the short stick from his waist and swung it hard at the back of Hawthorne's head!

boom--

Hawthorne was caught off guard and was hit directly on the back of the head by the short stick.

However, at this moment, all the magical preparations he had made in advance to guard against unexpected events came into play!

click -

The first thing to break was the mark of the trick "Blade Protection" he had prepared in advance. This spell was a one-time spell that would take effect when the body was actually physically damaged and would offset most of its power.

So the pain he felt on the back of his head was not much greater than being hit by the teacher's chalk.

Not only that, another spell also takes effect at the same time!

Armor of Agassis!

The invisible protective force field formed by this spell will bear the damage on his body. Before this force field is completely penetrated, it can respond with strong freezing to any enemy that attacks Hawthorne at close range!

A chill suddenly spread out from the short stick, and the temperature around Hawthorne seemed to drop by ten degrees in an instant. The horrible low temperature climbed up the gangster's right hand, and his entire arm turned pale and blue in an instant, like the arm of a person who had frozen to death!

Click——

The frozen hand could no longer hold the short stick, so it suddenly fell to the ground. The necrotic nerves sent out the last pain signal, which was transmitted to the gangster's mind, causing him to scream: "Ah——!"

He stepped back suddenly, covering his right arm with his left hand, with a horrified look on his face: "You—what?!"

This scream also brought Hawthorne back to his senses. After all, he grew up in a peaceful era and had only heard about such violent incidents on the news, but had never been in a real bloody fight. Therefore, he was caught off guard and his mind was almost blank.

And now, feeling that he had just been hit on the back of the head, there was a high possibility that he would be killed on the spot - but in fact, this would not happen - he was suddenly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

And when he realized that the weapons of these gangsters could not hurt him at all, the frustration of being imprisoned in the monastery and unable to go anywhere, mixed with the anger of being attacked at this moment, immediately turned into an endless and intense murderous intent!

It's fine that those tyrannical and cruel witches bully me who is still very weak now, but you guys, who were killed by me like grass one by one, you think you can bully me? !

Unforgivable!

go to hell!

He stood up suddenly, his hand already on the magic book in his hand. Without any spells, the powerful magic power suddenly exploded from him!

Thunder wave!

boom------!

Thunder Wave, a first-level spell, centered on the player, explodes a huge amount of energy to the surroundings, causing damage while using repulsive force to push away all people and objects around.

This is a very useful spell that can be used to repel close enemies, and it is often not fatal.

The only drawback is that it will explode

The loud noise could be heard clearly hundreds of meters around.

In the small space of the tavern, the loud noise was even more deadly, instantly giving everyone in the tavern a headache!

The worst was the gangster who tried to attack and kidnap him, and the people who followed him. With the overwhelming energy, these people were caught off guard, their whole bodies suddenly flew backwards, hit the table behind them, their heads tilted, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead!

Even the long table and bench beside him were overturned by the sound. The things on top of them smashed to the ground with a clang, and several drunkards lying on the long table also fell to the ground!

This is no wonder. The power of Huo Sang's thunder wave should be the limit of a first-level spell. After all, his key attribute for spellcasting - Charm - is the highest value that a non-legendary can achieve, a full 20 points!

This series of loud noises immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern.

In front of the counter, Allen, the tavern owner who was a little annoyed because the people from the Shannasa Guild dared to cause trouble in his tavern, suddenly straightened up with shock in his eyes.

A spellcaster!

He was not an ordinary student at Strixhaven University of Magic who dared to call himself a wizard after learning one or two tricks, but a true spellcaster who had mastered first-level spells!

Why did such a person suddenly come to my tavern today?

Being able to become the most famous middleman in the South Port District, Allen's vision is naturally far superior to that of ordinary people. Based on Hawthorne's actions and the damage he caused just now, he judged at a glance that this person had mastered at least three first-level spells: Mage Armor, Thunder Wave, and Armor of Agathys!

This is a true talent. What's more, seeing that he looks so immature and is so young, it is possible that he will master second-ring or even third-ring spells in the future!

Alan could see the reason. Even if others were not very good at judging the specific spell, they could know that this young man was not to be messed with!

The bald man with a giant eye tattooed on his head suddenly turned around, his eyes wide open, staring straight at Hawthorne.

This is actually a magician? !

Although the proportion of real spellcasters in Liber Port is only a little more than one percent, these spellcasters are not evenly distributed.

In the core areas of the city such as the Mithril District, Central District, Black Rod District and University Town, spellcasters can even appear in large numbers; but in the four major port areas, as well as the marginal areas such as the Wilderness District and the Rubble District, there may not be one spellcaster among a thousand people.

Therefore, even though these little hooligans kill people without blinking an eye, it is possible that they have never seen a living spellcaster or real magic in their entire lives!

At this moment, countless gangsters were terrified and couldn't even hold their weapons. Although they were ruthless and had countless blood on their hands, they were all from the lower classes and had no education at all.

They have almost never seen a real spellcaster, and are not even able to distinguish between professions such as mages, warlocks, and sorcerers. Naturally, it is impossible for them to have an accurate understanding of their abilities.

So at this moment, when a living "mage" who was hostile to them stood there, the legends they had heard in their early years, such as "the mages can turn you into a sow permanently with a spell", came to their minds, and they couldn't help but tremble!

Damn it, how could I have provoked such a person!

He didn't realize that these thugs were actually afraid of him. At this moment, Hawthorne, who was suddenly attacked, was almost filled with fear and anger.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes like an angry bull, staring at the leader of the Shannasa Guild who had a giant eye tattooed on his head.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind.

Take all these people down!

Chapter 27 The Power of Spells

Then, he chanted a spell and cast the "Blade Protection" trick on himself again. Then he strode over the overturned long table and walked straight towards the bald man with a giant eye tattooed on his head.

Seeing him coming, the Sanasa gang on the other side of the table all took a step back, looking panicked. Only the bald guy was still courageous. Although he was about to regret it, he knew it was too late to regret it now, so he had to bite the bullet, draw his dagger, and point it at Hawthorne: "Stop!"

He roared angrily, his eyes wide open, trying to use his ruthlessness to intimidate this young man with a very tender face.

However, how could Huo Sang, who knew that he had magic on him and could not be hurt by the mundane weapons of these thugs, be scared by him?

He completely ignored the bald man's warning, walked forward with his magic book, and was actually going to rush straight into the crowd!

So the bald man didn't hesitate and stabbed Hawthorne's abdomen with his dagger.

He didn't actually use his full strength, because this was actually a feint. According to his experience, the opponent would definitely dodge when he saw the knife stabbing at him, and dodging would mean losing his balance, so he could immediately grab the opponent's wrist with his backhand and hold him, so that he could no longer use any magic.

However, what he didn't expect was that facing the knife, Hawthorne didn't dodge at all, but walked straight forward.

As a result, the bald man's dagger inevitably stabbed him in the stomach.

call--

Instantly, the sword's protective mark blocked the attack, and Aiga

The Sith Armor was immediately triggered. A strong chill climbed up the bald man's right arm, freezing him almost unconscious in an instant. The intense pain attacked his nerves, and a layer of hot sweat immediately covered his forehead!

Hawthorne, who was almost unharmed, stepped over him, walked to the center of the crowd, and injected magic power into the book. Suddenly, a ring of magic thunder wave appeared again!

boom------!

A powerful energy wave exploded with him as the center. No matter how frantically the gangsters tried to defend themselves, they were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the powerful repulsive force. They flew backwards one by one and hit the tables, chairs, benches and even the bar counter.

For a while, there were continuous wailing sounds, and countless wine glasses and plates fell to the ground and shattered, making the tavern a mess.

Only the female orc was experienced. Before he could cast the spell, she turned around and jumped onto the female half-ogre who was guarding the gate behind him.

The two strong women collided with each other, but this also allowed her to avoid the most serious damage from the thunder wave, so even though she was very embarrassed, she was still safe and sound.

Behind the counter, Alan couldn't help but hold his forehead slightly, feeling his heart aching.

Damn it, put it all on Sanasa’s account!

Alan was heartbroken for his property, and as for Hawthorne, listening to the painful cries of those Sanasa gangsters, looking at their miserable conditions and the fear on their faces, he felt that the depression and anger in his heart were all vented out, and every part of his body felt refreshed.

This is what these damn guys deserve!

Then he turned around and glanced at the few remaining Sanasa thugs who were still standing, but whose legs were shaking, their faces were filled with fear, and they couldn't even hold their weapons steadily.

It was obvious that he had never killed anyone, but at this moment, in the eyes of those gangsters, his eyes seemed to be more ferocious than their commander!

In an instant, they almost collapsed emotionally: "You, you, you... don't come over here, I surrender, I surrender!"

Click!

A thug from Shannasa actually threw away his weapon and fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face: "Master Mage, please spare our lives!"

The rest of the people also reacted and immediately knelt down, begging for mercy.

Knowing that the other party had completely collapsed, Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief and felt that his anger had subsided, so he waved his hand and said, "Go away!"

Immediately, those people, as if they had been granted amnesty, hurriedly helped up their leader, and called upon other conscious accomplices to carry the unconscious people on their backs, limping out like a group of frightened wild dogs.

At this point, the tavern was finally quiet again.

The female half-ogre guarding the gate did not move at all the whole time. She just watched the show with her mouth wide open and looked very happy.

One reason is that although mages are rare, judging from Hawthorne's performance just now, given her half-ogre physique, Hawthorne is unlikely to be able to hurt her;

Another reason is that she is just a security guard, and the property in the pub is not hers. Anyway, with Alan's power, the losing party in the fight will have to compensate for these things.

After Shannasa's people left, Hawthorne did not rush to leave. Seeing that the long table in the middle had overturned and the peanuts he ordered were scattered, he simply turned around, walked to the window, picked an empty table and sat down, preparing to calm down. However, the scene just now kept replaying in his mind uncontrollably.

Comfortable!

As expected, the nobility of the spellcaster was obvious. Even these violent men with blood on their hands could not survive a single round under his hands!

It feels so good to have this power!

At the counter, seeing that Hawthorne was not going to leave, the boss Allen winked at him. A waiter nearby understood and quickly filled another large plate of boiled peanuts and sent it to Hawthorne's table. He did not dare to say anything and quickly left.

The female orc looked at him with doubt and confusion, her face showing some confusion and struggle, not knowing how to thank a distinguished wizard.

After hesitating for a long time, she slowly walked over, bowed her head, clasped her fists, then bent down, performed a very strange but decent etiquette, and then said: "Zentallin fighter, Yagora, thank you for your help just now."

Hearing the name "Zentalin Society", Hawthorne paused in shelling peanuts.

Is she a member of that dark intelligence network?

The Zhentarim, a large and ancient underground intelligence organization, has the core concept that "public information is all modified and biased towards the interests of the publisher, so it is unreliable. We must use our own means to obtain real information from the darkness."

Their agents are spread all over the world. They like to get the information they want from the secretaries, servants, cooks, grooms and others of those big shots through blackmail, threats, seduction, bribery, inducement and other means, and then compile them into books, sell them and make a profit from them.

Naturally, if such an intelligence organization wants to continue to operate, it is inevitable that it will be involved in gangs and engage in illegal transactions such as smuggling. But in addition to this, they also have information and evidence of many high-ranking officials accepting bribes, embezzling public funds, insider trading and other misdeeds, which can be regarded as an outstanding contribution to combating such things.

Therefore, in a sense, this organization is not completely dark, but more like an intelligence organization that operates in the gray area and is both good and evil.

However, the Zhentarim agents

They usually act in secret. Obviously, this female orc named Yagora dared to reveal her identity, which means that she should not be a core figure. At best, she is just a senior thug.

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly when faced with Yagola's thanks: "They also attacked me, I was just defending myself normally, you don't have to thank me."

Yagola still had a look of trepidation on her face. She slowly straightened up and said seriously, "Even so, I still have to thank you, sir. If it weren't for you, I would have been captured by them."

"I will always remember this favor in my heart."

Having said this, she placed her right fist on her left chest, bent down again, and said, "Yagora is leaving first."

After saying that, she turned around and strode out of the tavern.

Hawthorne was eating peanuts by himself. The tavern fell into a strange silence, with only the sound of the waiter quietly cleaning and straightening the tables and chairs.

However, this silence did not last long. Not long after, the boss Allen stepped on his prosthetic leg, holding two glasses of beer, limped to his side, and placed one glass next to him: "Can you drink?"

Chapter 28 Allen's Test

Hawthorne shook his head and declined his kindness: "There are family rules. I can't drink now."

"Rules are meant to be broken. This is restricting your freedom." The boss laughed, knowing what rebellious young people of this age love to hear the most.

However, he did not force it. He moved the wine away and started to chat in a friendly manner: "My name is Alan Alice, and I'm the owner of this pub. What's your name?"

"...Nigel Hawthorne." Hawthorne directly reported the name of his predecessor.

Hawthorne?

The boss thought carefully and realized that he had never heard of this surname, so he thought that he was not a nobleman.

Well, if he is really that kind of powerful person, I can't even reach him.

"What a good name." He smiled and gave a thumbs up. "The spell just now was brilliant!"

Hawthorne immediately shook his head: "It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning."

"Oh, how can you say that!" Alan raised his eyebrows, and then praised him generously, "I've never seen someone so young who can use magic so smoothly and skillfully!"