章節 16: Chapter 16 The Second Scheme
Korn looked at this handsome aristocrat boy next to him and couldn't believe his eyes.
"Unbelievable! What did I see? Wasn't it a dream?"
A boy of only sixteen years old easily wiped out the gangsters who pillaged and plundered in several nearby counties on his own.
At this moment, he felt deeply frustrated.
"Are the warriors really so inferior to mage?"
Korn knew that among the 9 different extraordinary professionals, the most honorable ones were mage and the Holy Knight.
But this was status, not combat effectiveness!
In terms of fighting, each of the 9 extraordinary professionals had its own advantages and disadvantages.
For example, mage, although the magic power was great and destructive, his body was very weak. Once he was close to fight, even an ordinary knight would be able to kill him.
And the warriors were the strongest.
A powerful warrior could even cover the surface of his body with fighting spirit, make headway against the magic of mage and defeat his opponent.
But now...
Korn was a one-star warrior and Wharton was a level-1 mage. They were the same in terms of level, but there was a huge gap between their fighting capacities.
If he had fought against Wharton, he would have been blasted to ashes by its magic power before he could even get close to it.
However, this thought only appeared in his mind for a second and then disappeared.
Korn understood that it was not because he, a one-star warrior, was too weak. It's Wharton who was so awesome as a level-1 mage!
His enchantment was beyond common sense.
Not only did he fight head-on with Jack, the leader of the brigands who was a level 2 mage, and blew him away. Now he performed magic wildly and sent those thieves to hell as if his magic power would never give out.
"Fireball!"
Wharton still performed magic, and the scarlet fireball flew forward one by one, exploding and burning.
However, since those thieves had already been scared out of their wits and fled in all directions, the number of thieves that could be killed with the fireball technique was very small.
Seeing this, Wharton knew that he might not be able to give chase to so many thieves alone, so he reminded Korn, Tristan and others to join the chase!
Only then did they come to their senses. Some of the servants stayed to protect Miss Emily, and the rest rode on the horses to chase those thieves who wanted to escape.
These guys were unforgivable sinners. If they were released, they might still harass the farmer on the fiefdom of the aristocrats.
The best way was to kill them all here.
"You'd better catch them alive and let me kill them myself! Do whatever is expedient."
While chasing after the thieves and releasing the fireball skill, Wharton also reminded the others.
After all, killing a thief was worth 10 gold coins!
Reward from the system for a task is much higher than that of the aristocrats or the Castellans. The more, the better.
Now, let's turn our eyes to Jack, the chief leader of the gang who had been blown up at the beginning of the battle.
Of course, this guy was not dead.
The Jack used defensive magic, the Fire Shield in time to block in front of him. Wharton's fireball skill only destroyed the Fire Shield and sent him flying.
It was painful to fall on the ground. Jack didn't get up until half a minute later.
But he never thought that when he stood up, what he saw was so amazing: fireball flying everywhere, burning grass and bushes, charred bodies of thieves, and survivors scurrying away.
And the handsome young level-1 mage was constantly using magic to condense a huge fireball in her hands and throw it out.
It seemed that he didn't have much combat experience, so the accuracy of the fireball skill was not high just like carpet bombardment.
It was as if he couldn't use up all his magic power and could just display it casually.
Fuck!
Chief leader Jack couldn't help cursing.
“Damn it! How could a level-1 mage make it?”
Normally, a level-1 mage could only release three fireball pills in a row, and the magic power in his body would be extracted. He needed some rest before he could continue to cast the spell.
But I didn’t know how many times that damn young level-1 mage had used the fireball skill. How could his magic be inexhaustible?
Jack's heart was trembling.
At this time, Wharton in the distance also saw him. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and his heart was filled with joy.
"Great! Just now, I was worried that the chief robber was a coward and ran away leaving the others behind. Then I'll have no experience point of 20 task reward."
"But wait... If I continue to show my strength, this guy may not dare to come over. I have to lie to you again, just like I asked those thieves to gather together and attack me just now. Ha ha ha..."
Wharton was very satisfied with his plan of luring the enemy to attack just now, so he planned to do it again.
If his naive father, Baron Campbell knew that his son was so scheming at the age of sixteen, he would be so happy that he would wipe his tears with glee.
Wharton looked around the battlefield.
He found that he had just started to learn the magic releasing skill, so his accuracy was very low. It was almost entirely random explosion with uncertainty about the target.
As a result, the other two fellows, one-star warrior Gregor and necromancer Sith, were still alive!
They were still fleeing out of the battlefield, as if they were ready to escape.
"No way! The three leaders of the gang must be killed. Their rewards are much higher than ordinary thieves."
Wharton rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.
He deliberately slowed down the speed of releasing the magic, and looked very tired and painful. He even staggered and almost lost his balance.
When the Jack in the distance saw it, a surprised expression appeared on his face.
He laughed, "Great! This guy has used up all his demonic energy."
He immediately stopped the escape of Gregor and Sith and ordered the two loudly, "Stop! Are you going to abandon the honor of the Black Lion Gang? Looking at that hateful little guy, his magic power had been used up. As long as we join hands, he will surely die."
Really?
Although these two men, Gregor and Sith, were dubious, they stopped and looked back.
As expected, the speed at which Wharton performed the fireball skill became extremely slow, and his entire body was shaking and unable to stand steadily.
Since their leader had come back, the two of them were no longer afraid and had confidence.
"Okay! It's up to you."
The warrior Gregor agreed first, and it was not appropriate to refuse Sith.
Then, the two of them walked back under the lead of Jack.
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