parentshiftbook Chapter 193 Don't waste time
Chapter 193 Don't waste time
Chapter 193 Don't waste time
In the vast arena plaza, two figures stood facing each other from the stands.
On one side is a strange female spellcaster holding a short staff and wearing a red robe, with two corpses lying quietly behind her.
On the other side was a black-haired man dressed in black, holding a curved knife.
"Come, spellcaster from Nords."
Logan Susas stared at the nonchalant look on the other side, his thoughts a jumble of emotions.
The freak spellcaster who had brought her countless defeats and humiliations now stood before her.
Kane gripped his scimitar, his movements slow and deliberate, his demeanor calm and composed.
In the past, Logan would have definitely shouted angrily, but at this moment she just took a deep breath and suppressed her anger.
Having already lost, it was only natural for the other party to look down on them.
Moreover, this person has probably already mastered the Three Rings spell.
"I'm about to cast a spell," she said in a deep voice.
"it is good."
Kane smiled slightly.
The next second, Logan raised his hand, grasped the short staff, and softly chanted an incantation.
The two second-tier corpse servants behind her, a ranger and a heavily armored soldier, suddenly stood up.
Heavy armored soldiers raised their shields to protect her, while the ranger drew his bow and nocked an arrow.
At her command, an arrow pierced the air and shot towards Kane.
"Such a boring tactic again."
A hint of disappointment flashed across Kane's eyes.
He had thought that Logan would come with some different tactics by giving up his third-tier corpse servants to challenge him, but in the end it was still the same old trick.
He swung his scimitar, deflecting two arrows fired in quick succession, and then sprinted towards the necromancer from the other end of the plaza.
During the run, the figure suddenly split into three, three identical Kanes with sharp eyes approaching from different directions.
Logan Susas took a deep breath. Facing the three figures, she made a thought, and her heavy armor and ranger corpse servants stood firmly by her side.
With a wave of his short staff, the ground within a ten-meter radius trembled, and several huge rocks rose up with a rumble.
Transmutation spells?
Kane looked surprised.
The three figures were forced to move closer together due to the terrain.
At that moment, Logan parted his lips slightly, his gaze fixed on three figures in the same direction.
"Crush the sound waves!"
A violent noise swept out in a fan shape. Kane slowed his pace slightly upon hearing it, and his heartbeat suddenly stopped.
The two phantoms vanished completely the moment they touched the sound waves.
Kane looked at Logan, who was slightly out of breath after casting the spell.
She stood behind the two corpse servants, beads of sweat beading on her forehead, clearly indicating that the continuous casting of spells had taken a toll on her.
This combination of responses, however, surprised him somewhat.
By using changes in terrain to force the phantom to be on the same side as the main body, the phantom is then destroyed with a shattering sonic wave designed for low-level professionals.
To be honest, her response added a bit of interest to this battle that was originally a foregone conclusion.
Kane stopped and smiled. "Mage Logan, as a spellcaster in the Necromancer's Division, isn't it a bit inappropriate to also practice Transmutation and Evocation spells?"
Logan, panting, looked at Kane, who stood calmly in the distance: "No matter how unconventional you are, you can't compare to the peculiarity of a spellcaster wielding a scimitar like you."
So far, you've only used one spell, while I've already used three spell slots.
She looked up at the other person.
"Stop wasting time, Nords, make your move."
A hint of determination flashed in her eyes on her cool and aloof face.
"As you wish."
Kane bowed slightly.
The next instant, he strode forward, moving even faster than before!
Arrows came flying in succession, but he easily dodged them.
He leaped over ground obstacles with ease using his Spider-Like technique, his offensive relentless.
Logan's expression changed slightly. He took a half step back and unleashed a multi-enhancement spell on the heavily armored soldiers.
She had clearly learned her lesson, casting her spell and then retreating, giving her opponent no opening to use "Spiderwalk" to scale the shield wall.
At the same time, the Ranger Corpse Servant flashed out from the side of the shield, its curved blade probing viciously like a venomous snake.
Kane's lips curled into a smile, his fighting spirit growing even stronger.
boom! boom! boom!
Scimitars clashed, swords and shields struck, daggers and arrows clashed, sparks flying everywhere.
The faint glow of the enhancement magic flickered on and off the heavy armor and the ranger's corpse servants.
The two corpses gradually became covered with small, broken wounds, oozing corpse oil and yellow pus, clearly indicating that they were being continuously injured.
Logan gritted his teeth.
This time, she didn't need to be distracted by controlling the third-tier corpse servants; she could devote more attention to directing them while continuously casting spells.
Faced with Kane's relentless onslaught, she could only keep chanting spells and performing magic.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, even onto the ground.
clang!
After another head-on collision, Kane used the momentum to retreat, dodging the ranger's horizontal slash and landing lightly a few steps away.
His breathing was steady and normal, with only a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his gaze toward Logan carried a hint of approval.
But the female mage opposite him only had deep helplessness in her eyes.
A duel between spellcasters should be a contest of spells, but Kane hardly ever uses spells.
She was helpless against the warrior's overwhelming strength, which seemed unlike that of a spellcaster.
She glanced at the ranger corpse servant with a broken left arm, then at the heavily armored corpse servant with cracked and nearly deformed armor, and finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "Mage Kane, please respect this duel."
Since I have already given up using the third-tier drow corpse servants, I urge you to show your sincerity by using the third-level spells you possess.
I don't know why you're unwilling to reveal your strength, but I've already hidden that obsidian target well.
Please, let me understand why I lost.
Kane, who was about to swing his sword again, paused slightly upon hearing this.
Logan Susas, the royal relative, no longer referred to him as a "Nord," a term of contempt used by the Susasians, but instead addressed him respectfully as a mage.
Alright, that's enough. I should try this spell myself.
Kane sheathed his scimitar, staring into her defiant eyes: "As you wish. However, don't blame me if your corpse servant is completely destroyed."
Logan gritted his teeth and replied, "I know."
Kane smiled slightly, and under Logan's surprised gaze, he took out an iron dagger from his pocket and threw it!
The dagger struck the heavily armored corpse servant's shield with a bang!
The dagger instantly disintegrated into fine silver iron powder, covering the surface of the shield.
powder?
Logan was utterly astonished.
There was no such technique among the three-ring spells she remembered.
While "fragment scattering" can approximate the process of instantly turning iron into such fine powder, it falls far short of achieving the effect of powder.
We can't let him succeed completely!
With a thought, the heavily armored corpse servant shook its shield, trying to shake off the iron dust.
But at that very moment, Kane uttered a short syllable.
A giant, burning hand of fire descended from the sky and slammed down on the shield.
boom!!!
The instant it touched the iron powder, a burst of intense white light erupted, and sparks rained down, illuminating the entire dimly lit arena in an instant!
Logan felt a white blur before his eyes, and his vision instantly became blurred.
She instinctively covered her eyes, but the next moment she realized something was wrong. In her mental perception, a being suddenly disappeared!
She forced her eyes open, enduring the stinging light and tears.
Flames still lingered on the ground. Her heavily armored corpse servant was charred black, its shield burned through and melted, its armor melted, revealing its burnt body inside, and a pungent smell of burning permeated the air.
Logan looked incredulously at the smiling Kane, then at the mangled corpse servant.
Her mental connection with the Corpse Servant was completely severed, which meant that Kane's spell just now was ineffective.
It directly destroyed the spirit of the corpse.
"What kind of magic did you use?" she stared at Kane in disbelief.
The ability to instantly destroy the spirituality of a second-tier servant is undoubtedly a testament to the power of a third-ring energy-shaping spell.
However, apart from the white light and high heat, the spell's range and duration were far inferior to a regular third-circle spell; only the area covered by iron powder continued to burn.
She had no time to feel sorry for the corpse servant that had cost thousands of gold coins; the spellcaster's thirst for knowledge made her stare intently at Kane: "How did you do that?"
We must figure this out —
Otherwise, if she encountered other enemies who casually threw any metal object into deadly dust, she would be severely injured.
Kane said, "Mage Logan, there's no need to be so surprised. As you can see, this is just a combination spell; the prerequisite is still Fragment Scattering."
He gave a wry smile.
"Perhaps it was because I used an arcane spellcasting technique that the spell mutated."
Logan stared intently at Kane, holding his breath.
"Mage Kane, are you serious? Spell models are all created with the painstaking efforts of our predecessors. Unauthorized alterations often have extremely serious consequences."
"I'm not sure about that, after all, I'm an arcane mage and don't rely on the magic network."
Kane was emboldened.
After all, no mage would abandon the currently thriving magic network casting system and switch to the long-discontinued path of the arcane mage for the sake of a single spell.
Even if someone did do that, it would only produce ordinary fragment scattering, and wouldn't actually create iron powder.
He improved this spell using the reward from "Perfect Meditation" and had no fear of it being exposed.
"Well then," he smiled and returned to the main topic, "can we talk about the bet now?"
Logan took a deep breath.
She was exceptionally talented, having mastered several second-ring spells before she was even thirty, and was always regarded as a genius.
But at this moment, she truly understood what a genius is.
She looked at Kane: "Speak, what do you want to ask, and what do you want me to do?"
Can you guarantee that today's conversation will not be leaked?
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Logan frowned: "Nord, are you questioning a member of the Sussas royal family? If this weren't within the academy, such a tone would be enough to get you expelled from Sussas."
"Expelled? That's all?"
Kane stared at her, then slowly stepped forward, closing the distance between them.
Logan faced him with a cold expression, instinctively tightening his grip on his short cane.
Then she heard Kane's voice: "As a member of the royal family, do you value Susas more, or the Mage Academy?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
Kane said, "I need to make sure you're not lying before I tell you everything at the appropriate time."
He looked at Logan; she was the right person.
In the previous battle, Logan, controlling the third-tier corpse servant, did not attack his vital points, but only aimed at the parts that rendered him unable to fight.
Later, when he chased after him to duel, it was only out of resentment.
All signs indicate that she is merely a proud and arrogant spellcaster, and has little to do with the conspiracy.
Logan Susas's chest heaved, naturally sensing Kane's distrust.
Since she had already lost the duel, she would definitely keep her promise to the other party if she agreed to their conditions.
She snorted and changed her address: "Nord, come with me."
The two turned and left, leaving behind only a messy square.
In the empty stands, an invisible servant slowly appears.
It gazed in the direction the two had left, and then vanished.
The Necromancer's Division.
Kane and Logan traversed a gloomy place, with the last remaining ranger corpse servants close behind.
Along the way, apprentices and spellcasters of magic cast surprised glances at him, their expressions full of doubt and astonishment.
After walking for more than ten minutes, the two arrived at a mansion.
Logan knocked lightly on the door, which opened in response. A maid, not yet twenty years old and with acne scars on her face, looked at them in surprise, then quickly bowed and stepped aside.
"Come in," Logan said.
Kane raised an eyebrow, unsurprised.
Although Logan is a member of the Academy, he is also related to the royal family, so it is only natural that he has some privileges.
He stepped inside.
The mansion was not large, about 100 square meters, with a rather old-fashioned style, and was filled with densely packed bookshelves, the books emitting a faint fragrance.
"Over here."
Logan led Kane into a room, and Kane's gaze paused slightly.
The room contained numerous spellcasting tools, an enchanting workbench, and potion-making equipment. Of course, there were also two common wooden coffins.
The wandering corpse servant walked in on his own and lay down in one of the coffins.
boom.
The door was tightly closed.
Logan took out a scroll and looked at Kane: "This is a Power Word scroll."
She raised her hand and tore open the scroll, and a faint magical light slowly enveloped the two of them.
"The spell's duration is limited. Ask your question."
Seeing her going to such lengths to use the precious scroll, Kane asked his first question, which made Logan's expression change drastically: "Mage Logan, I swear in the name of Susas, do you believe your mentor, Headmaster Drybone, has engaged in any unusual behavior?"
Logan Susas said in a deep voice, "Nord, are you trying to sow discord? The mentor had his reasons for opposing the academy's involvement in royal affairs."
You Nords may believe that everything should be loyal to the monarchy, but the Academy of Mages is aloof from the world.
With the Dean in charge, the academy's interests are secure, and no matter which prince ascends the throne, they will ultimately have to rely on the academy.
Therefore, rashly getting involved in the royal court's disputes would only lower one's own status and harm the interests of the academy.
My advisor refused to allow the college to participate in royal court affairs, which was for the college's sake.
Kane smiled slightly: "Indeed."
This largely aligns with his guess.
Although Dean Kugu is a suspect, his suspicion is not very high.
He has been commissioned by a mysterious figure to investigate the missing persons case and the mastermind behind the succession to the throne.
The dean had previously been preventing the academy from participating in royal affairs, seemingly giving the duke an opportunity to support Grayson and allow the demon cult to grow stronger in Sussas.
Upon closer examination, however, his opposition did not seem particularly strong.
Moreover, during the final vote, he did not incite the other deans to oppose him.
Therefore, if they are truly the mastermind behind this, they should have used more methods to obstruct it.
After asking that question, Kane looked at Logan and posed another question: "Since you firmly believe that your mentor acted with impartiality..."
Kane then asked, "So, what is his relationship with the two deans who went missing before?"
"Of course, you can also report me."
But I hope that you can prove your advisor's innocence.
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