116 Fight over the cores. (1/2)

When all the rank 6 and above mages rushed at them, the drakes stopped hesitating. They did not care about their instincts screaming at them not to go near the black cat.

The only thing in their mind now was that these humans were attacking them, and they had to show them their place.

*Hrrwrr*

The drakes growled, intimidating the lower rank mercenaries before both of them jumped in the opposite direction, running towards the mages who also rushed towards them.

The first one to ready their spell was Clive. Since he had wasted no time contemplating on what to do, he was already at a safe distance from the group.

”The spirits of fire grant me thy blessings...” Clive chanted while running. He had raised his hand, channelling all the mana from his hand to create fire.

As he finished chanting, a giant fireball floated above his head. When Clive noticed that he was in the perfect range, he sent the massive fireball around the size of an elephant towards one of the drakes.

Barry was right behind him, so he wanted to finish it as quickly as possible as not to let others get to the cores.

Despite his spell being just a simple fireball, it was much more than that. Not only was it colossal, but it was a hundred times hotter than an average fireball.

After throwing his spell at the drake, Clive expected that it would be enough to finish it. He had already started planning in his mind to see if he could also get the other drake's core.

The spell had not even hit the drake, and Clive had thought the core to be his already.

However, reality pulled him down from his high horses. The drake, which was supposed to be dead, was still running because it had only stepped to its side, effortlessly dodging the fireball.

This turn of events left Clive flabbergasted. It was a shame for a rank 7 mage not to be able to instantly kill a rank 6 beast at only the middle stage with a spell!

His face turned red with fury. But before he could conjure another spell, Barry had caught up to him as he also used his spell.

Winds started blowing around Barry as he finished his chanting. Then suddenly, as if they were alive, the winds began clashing together. Sharp wind blades were created because of their clash.

The wind blades also rushed at the drake that had previously dodged the giant fireball. This time, Clive was sure that the drake wouldn't survive this attack.

He thought that since there were a lot of wind blades, one of them was bound to hit the drake. And only one hit on the drake was enough to kill it because of the power behind those wind blades.

Despite the number of blades that were aiming at the drake, out of all their expectations, the drake just side-stepped as if it was a child's play!

At this time, the drake was already close enough to them that he only needed to make a long jump to attack either Barry or Clive.

It suddenly leaped towards them, but the power of mages at rank 7 was not a joke. They had already begun to replace their body cells with that of mana. So they were physically stronger than an average man and even some low ranked Fighters.

Barry and Clive both jumped to the side while conjuring spells for the next attack at the same time.