Captain Xisai, covered in blood, carried a battle hammer stained with blood and flesh. His chainmail bore obvious indented claw marks and broken metal rings.
He shouted loudly, "Set up basic defensive fortifications! Medics, provide emergency treatment to the wounded! Don't slack off, don't let those wolf cubs come back to bite us in the ass!"
The breathless Embrace Guards collapsed beside the carriage railings, catching their breath with deep, ragged gasps.
The men who had climbed to the top of the carriage continuously shouted, calling for help to move sandbags and rocks and to care for the wounded.
Durin said nothing; he just silently pried open the battle-axe tightly clutched in the dying Gnoll's hand. Looking at the rusty axe blade, which was larger than a human head, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth—it was simply outrageous.
Captain Xisai wiped the blood from his face and walked up to Durin. When he saw the headless Gnoll Leader, a look of surprise appeared on his face, somewhat incredulous.
Such a tall and burly Gnoll, just like that, solved by the other party in a few moves?
Indeed, one must not underestimate a Mage!
Especially a Mage who can fight in close combat, that's even more terrifying!
Durin casually tossed the battle-axe to Captain Xisai and asked, "Will you buy this weapon from me? As for the price, you decide, just don't be too unreasonable."
"Ah?!"
Captain Xisai was first stunned, then immediately reacted, nodding quickly in response, "Yes! Uh, it's just that I don't have enough money on me right now; it's all stored in an account opened at the Ecliptic Vaults."
"It's fine, you can just take me there when the time comes," Durin said indifferently.
Anyway, this battle-axe, as a war trophy, was useless to him; he couldn't carry it, nor was it suitable for his own use.
Captain Xisai turned and loudly reprimanded the logistics personnel, "What the hell are you guys standing around for?! Don't you see Mage Durin is tired? Hurry up and prepare dinner!"
Durin didn't stop them; he mused that he had worked so hard for so long, wasn't it precisely to enjoy the respect of others and special treatment far exceeding others?
Before long, a steaming pot of corn, vegetable, and ham chowder was served to Durin, along with a fragrant roasted rabbit, to be eaten with a small knife.
After eating and drinking his fill, Durin slept in a separate stone house, quietly listening to the crackling of wood burning in the bonfire.
Sleepiness gradually enveloped his mind.
...
Durin felt his body falling downwards, surrounded by a world covered in white mist, with no objects, no sky, no earth visible.
The sensation of falling deepened until his body suddenly lightened, no longer falling, but gently floating upwards, and his vision instantly cleared.
Amidst a vast expanse of yellow sand, a young woman in a white dress excitedly walked up to a tall, imposing figure holding a pure gold scepter.
"Miss Styraatu, fire magic is not that simple; you should patiently study it thoroughly..."
However, before the imposing figure could finish his earnest admonition, he saw the girl in the white dress suddenly turn around, raise her left hand, and in her palm was a continuously rotating rune model light projection emitting a bright yellow glow.
In less than half a second, it completed a rotation, and at the same time, a fist-sized, bright yellow fireball appeared in the air in front of the light projection.
Whoosh!
With a tearing sound, the fireball shot into the Desert, creating an explosive crater on the spot.
However, the white-dressed girl's mana flowed even faster, generating one bright yellow, high-temperature fireball after another in approximately 0.2 seconds.
With every step she took, five fireballs would emerge from the rune model light projection in her left hand, each whistling through the air.
"Hmm?"
The imposing figure, referred to as the University Scholar, was somewhat surprised. After observing for a moment, he noticed the difference and said with delight, "It seems the Shurima Empire will soon have another great female Mage! Although the power of your spell is limited, primarily stemming from the high temperature of ordinary flames. It's insufficient against powerful soldiers, but its power is more than enough against ordinary people. It's still worth encouraging! So, Miss Styraatu, what do you plan to call this spell?"
"Really? Hehehe, University Scholar, I plan to call it the Volley of Fireballs! With this spell, let's see if they still dare to look down on me!" The white-dressed girl said proudly.
"Miss Styraatu, you should not bicker with mortals. As a fire mage, you must avoid having your personality tainted by the elements; an easily angered temperament will only lead you down a path of no return," the University Scholar earnestly advised her.
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