Spellcasters are one person against one army. However, after many years of bloody suppression, they were treated as animals and almost exterminated, resulting in this group losing its inheritance. For mages who regard knowledge as life, the lack of books does not mean anything.

It goes without saying that the hard work accumulated in the Mage Tower today can only be traced back a hundred years at most. The things that go up further, whether it is objects or texts, are just a hammer here and a hammer here and there, and the coherence and completeness cannot be read.

Starting all over again means that a baby is still learning to walk, and the caster can only silently swallow this bitter pill and feel the glory of the past in a few words of history.

The staff she holds in her hand is the relic of the legendary Saint George's lover, the female mage who is said to have elven blood. The power of this staff alone is higher than that of the one the people of the Principality are tinkering with.

He is carrying a giant sling. The gray robe on his body has an even longer history, originating from the old empire era, that miraculous year when humans and dragons could keep pace with each other.

Miss Victor jumped up with her years of savings from the mage tower, ignoring the screams of her colleagues and the crossbow arrows whizzing from the ground. This group of people was already very powerful, and she actually shot a few arrows before she activated the slow fall technique.

It almost hit her. She released her magic about ten meters above the ground. It felt like a person jumping off a cliff and falling into a large ball of cotton. As the speed slowed down, Helena became the easiest target.

Her colleagues on the top of the tower covered her, and the two fireballs exploded the scattered horses at her feet, as well as the soldiers behind the horses who raised their bows to aim. The man covered in fire was thrown up by the air waves, and he was even more powerful than Helena.

Landing late at night. The flames created by magic can emerge out of thin air, using bricks and stones as wood, but she fell directly into the blazing fire. No one who was close enough to see clearly bothered to raise their bow or crossbow.

This silly bitch is dead. What a pity. She is quite beautiful...

The female mage who was identified as a corpse walked through the smoke and stepped on the flames. The thick smoke that killed people walked around her. Even if the strong wind blew by, she had to stay away from the female mage. The flames were even worse, and they were stepped on by her.

Wherever it passed, the pillar of fire that was already as tall as a person became dim and dull, like a campfire struggling among the embers in the early morning.

The people in the front row were stunned, unable to remember to use the weapons in their hands, because Helena performed a miracle for them that was no less than that of the "Holy Scripture". If the robes were whiter and there were not so many decorations on the whole body, these illiterate people would

The soldiers probably knelt down and kowtowed on the spot.

The people in the back row couldn't see clearly, and secondly, because of the captain's stern orders, they all leveled their crossbows that had been strung up. There were already many fallen people in front of the horses, most of them facing the mage tower. These

In the end, no one could run to a safe place. No matter how cruel the people of the principality were, they would not fail to collect the bodies. The reason why they allowed their bodies to be exposed in the open ground was to intimidate those who were still resisting.

You will join them soon. The mage raised his staff as if it were a spear. The enemy took action before Helena, and a round of crossbow arrows came towards her. She still held up her staff and did not dodge, hitting it as thick as a tumor in the middle.

The front end embedded with gems was aimed at the principality's position.

None of the feather arrows can hit, they are all blocked by an invisible wall a few meters away. Magic can be sealed in special materials so that it can be used for emergencies at critical moments. Some need to be activated, while others do not.

In order to appease his angry daughter, Duke Victor told everything he knew. Helena listened attentively with her ears pricked up. Shorthand was also a basic skill of a mage. She knew exactly what role each of these treasures in her body could play.

The shooting from the opposite side lasted for two rounds, only making Helena's stroll become more exaggerated.

As a former vassal state, the empire has many things even if the principality does not, but it has always been seen. The meaningless shooting stopped, and Helena saw soldiers working together to move away the horses blocking the road, although it was difficult to see through many people.

It's clear, but then it's the Cavaliers' turn to play.

Her target is these people. The big-headed soldier who is a farmer is not a concern, but the knight is the one who should be killed.

The infantry formation behind the horse split into two sides, but what came out was not the knight and the long lance she had imagined. It was a bear, some with black fur and some with brown fur. The one at the head had extremely rare hair.

Pure white fur. This creature was once sent to the capital as a gift. It was delicious and delicious, but it couldn't adapt to the warm spring weather. It didn't last long before it fell ill and died.

"Ha! This is your trick?! Use beasts to deal with women!" Helena was not thinking in her heart, she shouted out, otherwise she could not express her contempt and resentment.

You have killed Allen, you have harmed my father, and you have harmed me even more!

"Witches only deserve to be bitten to death by animals." Someone replied to her, and Helena naturally followed her.

She raised her left hand and pointed at the other person, her mouth slightly opened as if she wanted to say something. The person was hit by a beam of green rays, and even the armor and the person wearing it were turned into ashes, and was swept away by the ever-present cold wind.

No one dared to speak to her anymore, no one even dared to look at her. Helena pointed her fingers back and forth threateningly. Hundreds of strong men all stared at the ground, not looking at the witch.

The game of intimidation could not continue. The animal trainer released the bear without waiting for orders. The feeling of being controlled by the witch was so terrible that no one could bear it.

She raised her staff slightly and tapped the ground lightly with the end, raising a wall of fire between herself and the bear. Beasts have a natural fear of fire, and even the bravest people cannot pass through the wall of fire. She was in

I stood back for a while, hoping to hear the sound of the bear biting its owner, but unfortunately it didn't happen. It sounded like the trainer was calling the bear's name, calling all his beloved ones back.

The hot wind caused by the flames stung her skin, and the dead people at her feet were also a disgraceful sight. When she jumped down, her mind was filled with the idea of ​​torturing the traitor to death. Now after a few moves, she suddenly lost interest. She could see the entire tower clearly from the top of the tower.

Outside the city and even the city walls, the people of the Principality have fully occupied the capital. Continuing to hold on at the Mage Tower will only attract more enemies and make a breakout impossible.

In this case... let's end it quickly.

The wall of fire was lowered, and the beasts that were purely insulting the enemy were called back, and the battlefield resumed the scene of one person confronting hundreds of people. After the previous setback, the people of the principality had given up on using archers to deal with Helena, and they launched

Each arrow on the ballista is the size of a spear.

The infantry lined up behind the ballista, and further away there were a dozen knights. These people planned to act as her executioners, harvesting Helena's life after the ballista and infantry consumed Helena's spells.

Humph, what kind of magic do you know? She raised her staff high, above her head, pointing straight at the sky.

A meteor roared down from mid-air, leaving no time for the victim to dodge. This was the bottom-of-the-box spell of the staff in her hand. The combination of the portal and the meteor burst eliminated the tedious task of falling from the sky in the blink of an eye.

The target can be reached in one glance.

No one could escape... The group of people did not run away. Many people did not have time to raise their heads before being hit. The lava from the sky smashed into the ground, including horses, floor tiles, the soil under the bricks, and human bodies.

and animal fragments scrambled to fly into the sky. It seemed that what happened on the ground was so terrifying that even lifeless things would be scared.

Gravity bound the blood and flesh, mud and earth, forcing the filth to return to the earth. With Helena as the center, a large bright red hollow circle was formed around her. The mountains were shaking a few steps away, but they seemed to be still next to her.

Time. This was especially obvious from the mage tower. Because of this, she raised her head and waved to the top of the tower that was deep in the clouds.

Have you all seen it, old guys? Just think of this as my manifesto for running for Archmage.
Chapter completed!