I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 253 253. Burning Nar, Embarrassed Battle Mage

After thinking it over again and again, Rob still met Ian.

He knew that Ian was the young master of the Olivier family, and he also knew that it was a bit wrong to come here when the war was about to start, but he still chose to meet him.

Although the war would eventually have to be a head-on confrontation, he would still be willing to do it if there was a way to reduce some casualties and losses.

When he saw Ian and his mother, his eyes stayed on the latter for a moment, and he was immediately shocked.

"Are you Princess Moira?"

Rob recognized at a glance that this was a princess of the Sethen royal family he had seen before. This kind of beauty was really impressive.

When a beautiful woman like this is captured by the country, it is almost no different from an item symbolizing military exploits, and no one will have pity on her.

Some are just naked desires and the satisfaction brought by conquest. In a war on a national scale, there is never any love at first sight.

Moira looked at the man in front of her who she had met once before. She could see her identity very clearly and her attitude was extremely sincere: "I remember you, Mr. Robert."

She took something from her son's hand, knelt down directly, and presented the thing with both hands: "This is the magic-forbidden iron chain made by Duke Olivier and the alchemical formula required to make it."

Magic-forbidden iron chain?

Robert was attracted by the very old-looking iron chain in the woman's hand. The thing looked ordinary and even had rust on it. It would not be noticed if it was thrown on the side of the road.

But if you look closely, you can see that the rust is evenly distributed in a strange thorn shape.

He is really familiar with the pattern of the thorn.

"...Is it the alchemical formula you provided him?" Robert's tone was very firm: "I remember that the Seten royal family has the inheritance of this kind of alchemical creation!"

He thought it was just a boring rumor, but he didn't expect it to be true. The Seten royal family really has the inheritance of the magic pattern of the magic-forbidden magic!

It is said that this magic pattern comes from the analysis of a god's creation by the Sethen royal family, but he has only heard about it from his royal friend and has never seen the real thing.

I didn't expect to see it today. The thorns on it are clearly the texture of the thorns of justice.

"I knew it before." Moira sighed: "This formula was extracted from my memory, and now it has disappeared from my memory forever."

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

-At this time, under the table, the light from the Reef Island was flashing, indicating that Cloya was paying attention to this place, just like Rob came out to sell magic creations a long time ago.

Ian bowed deeply: "I want to ask Lord Cloya to give my mother a place to live. I will tell the Olivier family's plan in full and let Duke Olivier die here."

Oh, he is really filial.

But Rob didn't feel strange at all. It would be rare for nobles to have a true father-son relationship. After all, the most important thing for nobles is to expand their families, and some can give birth to dozens of children.

Even some monsters can't compare to these nobles.

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

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

This picture alone shows safety and comfort, which makes people's heart beat.

"This is the residence that Lord Kroya promised you."

"There are many magical creations on Hanjiao Island. Whether your mother can get more preferential treatment depends on what you do."

After Rob threw the bait, he waved his hand and ordered people to take the mother and son away and give them a private space.

But Ian refused. He just hugged his mother, put on a veil and hood that could cover his whereabouts, and left in the night.

…

Three days later.

The armies of Duke Olivier and Duke Nar officially entered the North and began their first attack in the vast area named "Kloya Plain" by the apprentices.

Duke Nar's Nar monsters attacked in groups, like a black torrent, rushing straight to the ground, with a surging momentum as if to crush everything along the way.

These tough guys are the best choice for the forwards. Not only are they easy to use, but they can also quickly win the first victory - Duke Nar is eager to get a victory to suppress the morale of Kloya.

They were greeted by the Reef Knights.

Count Kemoye led the team in person, followed by fully armed knights, who were wearing a very special active armor woven from vines, and a small olive elf was floating beside each of them.

In the center of the team, there was a sunflower with its head raised high, its flower disk facing the sun, and its petals emitting orange and golden brilliance.

The passionate melody spread from its flower disk, and the ripples covered the entire knights.

It was singing the song of the sunflower, and the hymn of courage and the aura of endurance learned from the angels, which were engraved in its body by Croa himself, were continuously taking effect.

There was no other way. Even if Cloya had racked his brains to prepare equipment for the knights, he would definitely not be able to deal with the army of level 3 and level 4 monsters. He could only use other methods.

There was no pre-war mobilization. The Nar monsters and the Knights were like two tides, colliding fiercely.

It stands to reason that for a level 4 monster, and a specially cultivated war monster, it would be no more difficult to kill a level 1 or 2 knight than to tear butter.

But when the Nar monsters slapped the knights with their powerful claws, the surface of the seemingly ordinary rattan armor flashed with emerald green light.

They easily blocked their first round of attacks. The trained knights raised their lances and other weapons without saying a word and stabbed the Nar monsters viciously.

The thick hair of the Nar that could resist magic weapons could not resist these weapons made of bamboo, and they were soon stabbed with blood holes one after another.

"Roar!!!"

These monsters roared angrily, their eyes turned blood red, their bodies became stronger, and their claws were covered with blood.

Every time they swung their claws, there was a whistling sound that broke through the air. This time, even the vine armor on the knights could not resist it. Several people died on the spot and flew out like pieces of paper.

Most of these unfortunate knights had their bones and internal organs crushed, and they could not even be saved.

The knights who were lucky enough not to be fatally injured would be covered by the halo of the sunflower, and the sacred healing power inside would continuously heal the injured knights.

The dead souls... entered the petals of the sunflower like smoke and were wrapped in oil.

The olive elves also tried their best to release their own "peace power". Although they could not completely turn the Nar monsters into peace lovers, as long as they could affect them, it would be fine.

On the battlefield, even a few seconds of daze is fatal.

However, despite their efforts, many people still died.

The sacrifice of their companions did not affect the fighting spirit of the other knights. Instead, they were inspired to be more aggressive. Such a bloody war is completely different from bandit suppression and training.

Everyone will be swept up in the frenzy of war, roaring forward, without any intention of retreating.

"Charge!!"

"For Lord Croa!!"

Among them, Kemoye worked particularly hard. He was wearing custom-made armor, and with a nearly legendary knight sword in his hand, he charged calmly as if he didn't care about his own safety.

With a leader like him, the knights certainly followed closely.

The only sound on the Croa Plain was the sound of war.

The sun in the sky still gently caressed the earth, but under the bright sunshine, the earth was bloody - the bodies of Nar monsters, people, and horses were scattered all over the place, and the air seemed to be stained with a layer of blood-colored mist.

Rob, who was watching all this from a distance, had a calm and indifferent look in his eyes. He ordered Lina beside him: "Start the Cloud Magic Sunflower for support."

Lina's eyes flashed with surprise, but she did not question or ask, and immediately conveyed Rob's order.

As the order was passed to the mushroom man riding the golem in the sky, the seemingly harmless white clouds suddenly began to move. They were extremely fast and soon arrived above the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, some tentacles seemed to appear in the white clouds, and the white suction cups on the surface of the tentacles surged with magical light, aiming at the Nar monsters.

It took about a few seconds.

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

It was a white-gold beam of light, and each beam fell on the Nar monster with great precision. Their fur was completely unable to resist the power of these beams.

Their bodies, which had been tempered for thousands of times, were like melted candles under the power of the white-gold light. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not extinguish the flames spreading on them.

"Ah..."

"Woo!"

No matter how they struggled, they all turned into nothingness in the platinum light.

The gorgeous platinum light filled the entire battlefield, overwhelming the sun's light for a moment. When the knights saw the beam falling, they immediately chopped and killed the Nar beasts with the help of the beam.

Their figures were so majestic and tall in the platinum light. The beam that could easily burn the Nar beasts like candles did not hit even one knight.

It was like the army of gods from heaven was killing the devils of hell and the demons of the abyss.

So, the war had already been decided.

This battle group of 500 Nar beasts, powerful war beasts of level 3 and 4, was just solved by a group of knights of level 1 and 2.

Even... not even one of them escaped.

...

"How is it possible!!!"

Duke Nar, who was watching the battle from afar, stood up angrily, his voice as powerful as a lion, but filled with unbelievable emotions.

That was 500 Nar war beasts!

Did they die just like that? Dead...

He took a deep breath, looked at Duke Olivier beside him, and said in a sinister tone: "Where is your battle mage regiment? If these people go back, our cooperation will end here."

At this moment, he only wanted to crush all those knights, and even threatened Duke Olivier. The latter looked at Duke Nar's bloodshot eyes and cursed in his heart, "This barbarian"

In the end, he still chose to wave to the retainers around him.

The retainers took the order to mobilize the battle mage regiment.

He closed his eyes, scolded Duke Nar again, and then opened his eyes, with a smile in his tone.

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

"He cares too much about the lives of his men, so he is doomed 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 return empty-handed."

"We can't afford the loss."

This is the truth. Kroya is reluctant to sacrifice the lives of his men, so can they be willing to do so? Those are the battle mages and war beasts that he has cultivated with great effort, and each one is very precious.

"I don't believe this kind of large-scale magic can defeat my magician."

"If there is really a problem, then use people to pile up. I have ordered more farmers from the territory. Our enemy may be a little kind."

Duke Olivier smiled very brightly: "A magician, kind, this will definitely ruin him."

He picked up a bottle of golden oak red wine produced by the elves, poured two glasses directly, handed one glass to Duke Nar, pointed to the distance and said: "Let's watch."

Duke Nar took the blood-red wine and looked into the distance-

The battle mage group that had finished lining up was moving forward.

The clear blue light belonging to magic protected this battle group of fifty third-level mages like an eggshell.

Each mage wore the same style of robes, and the staff in his hand stirred the magic power. The ripples of magic power resonated, waiting for the moment of bursting.

They seemed to be very slow, but as all the mages waved their staffs together, the magic light formed a pattern representing the flickering space under their feet.

In just a moment, the mages arrived not far behind the retreating knights. The light rain in the sky was still falling, but for these battle mages who were good at elemental magic, pure magic elements were easy to defend.

The raindrops fell on the blue magic shield, and except for stirring up some ripples, there was basically no effect.

This kind of magic is actually a product of the fusion of the unique toxins of deep-sea anemones and the sacred flame. If it can fall on the body, it will burn madly, but there is really no way to deal with the magic shield.

It can be said that one thing overcomes another.

They quickly approached the retreating knights, chanting spells in unison, and crackling air elements appeared between the staffs.

That was...

Chain lightning!

Robert noticed this keenly, and a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Chain lightning can be said to be one of the most terrifying war magics. If there is enough magic power, it will bounce wildly, and a powerful mage can even break the army alone.

If they really let them cast it and enter the knights' array, it will definitely cause great casualties.

Fortunately, they have a way to deal with it. Can the Mage Corps deal with such a powerful magic safely?

He immediately glanced at Lina beside him and asked in a deep voice: "Have you arranged the prism grass?"

Lina held a square magic device and looked at the image displayed on the crystal screen. Sweat oozed from her forehead. After about two minutes, she replied: "It's done!"

-Along with her voice, the Mage Corps in the distance had jointly released a thick long chain of light like a giant python, flashing a low and violent roar, rushing towards the Knight Corps in the distance like an excited predator.

The corpses and debris along the way were all strangled in the long chain of light, and the dazzling electric light and violent air elements took over the battlefield.

The two dukes in the distance held red wine glasses with excited expressions, waiting for the knights to wail and roar in the power of the electric light, and finally die with charred bodies.

But before they could be happy, some silver grasses that looked extremely inconspicuous suddenly rose from the ground. They swayed their bodies, and the petals immediately fluttered in the wind.

The flying petals were in the shape of prismatic blocks, which were spliced ​​in mid-air and instantly formed into a long silver mirror wall, with crystal and magic light flashing on the surface.

It looked very thin, and it was estimated that the width was less than ten centimeters. At first glance, it was completely the kind of illusion magic that was gorgeous but useless.

But when the violent chain lightning hit it, the light of the crystal flashed wildly, and the lightning chain bounced violently, just like hitting a trampoline, and immediately bounced back to where it came from.

The speed seemed to be a little faster than when it came.

"What is this?"

"How is it possible?!"

In the dumbfounded eyes of the two dukes, the chain lightning hit the mage group who were planning to pursue the victory. The magic shield of the mage group seemed so thin in the violent lightning.

The Battle Mage Corps had never considered this situation, and in order to show their abilities to the Duke, they had exceeded their spellcasting requirements, and the chain lightning was particularly powerful.

So it was particularly difficult to deal with it.

The mages worked together to cast a magic neutralization spell, and it took a lot of energy and time to finally calm the violent chain lightning.

Although no one was injured or killed, it was completely impossible to catch up, and they even had to retreat quickly, otherwise they would definitely be surrounded.

At this time, the Knights had already disappeared completely, and no one knew how they left.

"Pah!"

The two dukes' faces turned very bad, and they smashed the wine glasses in their hands.

Then they roared:

"All troops march!"

"I want to twist off the head of Lord Hanjiao!"

The two dukes were very angry after two consecutive failures, and they failed so thoroughly. The arrogance of the nobility made them unable to retreat.

Therefore, even if tens of thousands of people died, as long as they could achieve a result, they were willing to pay this price.

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