Chapter 691 - 1 Here Comes Trouble (1/2)

Chapter 691 Here Comes Trouble

Teleportation, the most widely known signature spell of spatial Mages.

It was also Roland’s favorite move.

Attacking and defending, it could do everything.

Although it inhibited vision, there was no problem “blind-jumping” directly about a hundred meters, a skill only a high-level spatial Mage would dare to do.

If it failed, one would get stuck in an object, like a tree or the ground.

The consequences would be very tragic.

But Roland dared to do so… For one, he was confident enough in himself.

Secondly, even if he failed, he would only die once and just come back to life.

It was well known that the better the mindset when doing dangerous moves, or complex tricks, the more likely one was to succeed.

Roland teleported and stood directly on the ground, followed by a violent ring of Ice Blade spurting out.

The sound of ice forming rang out continuously.

In less than a second, the ground in a radius of sixty meters was frozen.

This was followed by two screams of agony.

“When did he appear?” “Teleportation, we fell for it; he already had a plan to finish us off.”

As the two screams rang out, Roland immediately saw the two people who were frozen.

Then with a finger from each hand, two shots of Prismatic Spray shot out from his fingertips at the same time, hitting the two gray-robed

men.

Prismatic Spray was only a level-three spell, but it did a lot of damage, especially after Roland’s minor optimization. The magic penetration power was tremendously high, making it a single-target damage-dealing method for Roland in regular situations.

Being struck lightly, the two gray-robed men didn’t even scream and were immediately turned into a cloud of dust, falling to the ground.

By now John Senior had also spotted Roland, but he and the skeleton soldiers behind him were frozen in place and could only growl and bare their teeth; they couldn’t move forward.

Roland glanced at him and waved his right hand lightly, and as he did so, a cloud of holy light flew out, illuminating the surrounding objects.

John Senior and a dozen skeleton soldiers, being approached by this light mass, were like flying snow meeting a blazing sun, instantly turning into flying ashes. They were then blown away by the surrounding forest wind.

At that moment, two gray-robed men rushed back, one of them leaping through the canopy of trees and throwing down a handful of throwing knives.

The throwing knives were fast and furious, flying toward Roland’s vitals, and the trajectory of their flight could barely be seen before they hit Roland’s Magic Shield and bounced off with a dinging sound. The other gray-robed man roared, “God of War give me strength,” and a peculiar mental power spewed out in a fan shape, sweeping over Roland’s body.

This mental power was blocked by the Magic Shield and had no effect. Then, with a swish, this gray-robed man charged over, thrusting his two-handed broadsword with the speed of the Charge.

It was fast and furious.

But the two-handed sword stabbed the Magic Shield with a ding, and the Warrior, who was wearing a wolf mask, was stopped in his tracks.

The corners of Roland’s mouth were slightly pursed… This was the benefit of modifying the Magic Shield to tie it to the amount of magic power.

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As long as he had enough magic power, no one would be able to break the shield before he was out of magic power unless the attack was spatial in nature. Even with the mask on, the Warrior’s eyes could be seen widening, revealing his shock.

Under normal circumstances, the Warrior’s Charge could knock a Mage away even if it did not break their shield.

But what he had hit was like a city wall.

Roland snapped his fingers, and four Hands of Magic descended from the air, grabbed the Warrior’s limbs, and pinned him to the ground.

The Warrior struggled desperately. His strength might be able to break free from one Hand of Magic, but bound by four at the same time, there was nothing he could do.

He had one captive.

Roland then looked at the gray-robed man who was still jumping through the canopy.

The man was quite lithe as he moved from side to side above Roland’s head, relying on the canopy to move and keep Roland from locking on to him, all the while tossing out knives.

Finally, he pulled out a crossbow and fired at Roland’s head repeatedly.

He was very accurate.

Without a Magic Shield, it would be a headshot every time.

But Roland only watched for a moment before his mental power erupted into a huge shockwave that sent the entire canopy of trees directly above his head flying

Since single-target damage was inaccurate, Roland resorted to area-of-effect damage.

A terrifying tsunami of mental power broke through the canopy overhead, creating a massive hole.

This Hunter-looking gray-robed man spurted out a stream of black blood that sprinkled down like a light rain as the mass of broken branches and leaves were knocked away.

Two more left!

Roland then looked around and was startled slightly, noticing that two figures were fleeing in the distance.

Should I go after them?

If he used Teleportation, he could catch up with one, but he already had a captive… Roland looked at the gray-robed man on the ground who was roaring and struggling and smiled faintly.

“Well, your companions escaped and gave up on you, so why are you still struggling?”

Hearing this, the gray-robed man quieted down, and he looked at Roland with a strange expression.

He seemed to be somewhat smug.

Roland half-crouched down and asked, “Can you tell me who you guys are? Maybe I can let you go.” “Idiot!”