Chapter 312 - A Man Should Be Enduring (1/2)

The magic spiders could only deliver images but not sound, which was a problem that Roland had yet to resolve.

The wall of the tent was so thick that it physically blocked the sounds from outside.

Therefore, Roland had no idea what the woman in black said.

He only saw that the woman killed three mercenaries more than easily.

His eyes glittered when he saw how she changed her air cannonball into multiple wind blades.

Roland had been meaning to learn the trick to change the effects of a spell model, but n.o.body ever taught him that… Or rather, n.o.body in Hollevin was capable of that.

He was of a mind to ask the black-dressed lady how to alter the qualities of a spell model.

But after seeing that Simba was squashed and his two fellows were cut into pieces, Roland gave up the idea.

There was no telling if this woman would go crazy and attack the magic apprentices.

Roland considered himself an even match with the woman, and Andonara could kill those weirdly-shaped creatures.

But the problem was that Roland wouldn’t be able to protect the magic apprentices and the six coachmen.

Roland could dodge the air cannonball, but the multiple wind blades with a radius of several meters could kill a couple of apprentices or coachmen easily.

If he were by himself, Roland would’ve jumped out and asked the woman about the variations of spell models. It would be fine even if she were to kill him a couple of times. If that didn’t work, he could ask his friends to help him control her and force the knowledge from her.

After all, the woman did not seem like a nice person, and he wouldn’t feel guilty interrogating her.

But regretfully… those around him needed his protection.

Then, seeing that the woman cast Stone to Mud on the rock tent, he subconsciously cast Mud to Stone to counter.

Watching the wall that turned solid again, the woman licked her crimson lips and pointed remotely, and the wall softened again.

Then, the magic power from inside the tent hardened the wall yet again.

“Interesting.” The woman pointed at the rock tent even faster.

The wall softened.

But the person inside the tent reacted faster too and solidified the wall.

“Hahaha!”

The woman laughed crazily and pointed at the tent faster and faster.

After that, counterattacks were initiated from the tent in accordance with her speed.

Then things got interesting.

The woman pointed at the same spot on the wall, which was softened and hardened again and again.

It was quite a funny scene.

The woman stopped laughing at one point. Her eyes were already as bright as lanterns. Black mist was gathered and absorbed into her body.

The vampires were almost never short of mana at night.

Their naturally-endowed innate skill, Night’s Kin, could increase their basic stats and their mana regeneration during the night.

The woman pointed so fast that her fingers almost blurred by the end.

She was delighted at first that someone was bold enough to play a war of attrition with her, a master of magic among vampires.

But then she was rather surprised, wondering what was possibly inside the rock tent to have such a great capacity of magic power that it wasn’t used up after two hours.

But it would probably run out after another hour.

But an hour later, the rapid reaction from within the tent informed the woman that the guy still had sufficient mana.

At this point, the woman’s delight had been replaced by compet.i.tiveness.

She grinned, baring her cute teeth, which were then covered by her red lips.

At this point, she began to point with both hands!