67 Against the Wall (2/2)

”I've got two left!” she answered from much closer now. Almost right behind me.

The nearest elven warrior sprinted forward and launched attacks in my direction. I dodged the first saber and parried the second. Then I pushed kicked him back to create some distance.

”Good... get ready to summon an earthen wall or a mudslide,” I instructed. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

”Sure... what's the target?” she asked.

I pointed at the four elves who staring daggers at me. Menace radiated off of them in invisible waves that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The charred edges of their shadowblades looked even sharper now too.

”Them,” I said simply.

”Allow me,” said a sultry male voice from behind me as well. ”I enjoy turning elven hair to ash.”

I didn't need to see him to know it was my pyromaniac of a fire magician who'd just spoken.

”Go crazy, Donar,” I obliged.

I dodged to the side as soon as I felt the heat on my back.

From my new vantage point on his right, I watched Donar take a long and deep breath. The air in front of him seemed to visibly distort as it turned even hotter.

But the elven warriors were no amateurs. They knew a spell was being cast. Only, instead of getting out of the line of fire, they had decided to charge Donar and me, believing that their fleet footedness was enough to bridge the gap. They would have been right—if Varda wasn't around to trip them.

Out of all my magicians, Varda was perhaps the most advanced. At the very least, she was the only one among them who could cast a chantless spell without any drawbacks.

A fist of stone slammed into the ground right beneath the four charging elves, causing the dirt to erupt upward. This forced the elves to momentarily stop their mad rush which was all the time Donar needed to complete his magic trick.

As Donar exhaled the breath he'd been holding in, it wasn't air he released but a blast of yellow flames that burned the grass in front of him. His fire breath engulfed all four Magesong soldiers as well.

The heat must have been at furnace level because I could see their armor deform as the fire danced over them. Their hair burned quickly. Their faces went from pale to charred in seconds. Their screams were muffled by the sound of rushing flames.

I'd once seen a World War Two documentary of an American soldier using a flamethrower to burn Japanese soldiers out of their hiding spots. What I'd seen then was a reflection of what I just witnessed.

The all too familiar smell of burning fairies permeated the air in front of me. As my nose rinkled in disgust, I wondered if I was hanging around flame wielders a little too much.

”Maybe we should just send Donar to burn through the whole lot of them,” Varda suggested.

I had no doubt that Donar would have agreed with Varda if he wasn't still spewing fire at the helpless elves. And I wondered how long his fire breath was going to last. I didn't have to wait long.

It wasn't by choice. Donar seemed to be ready to spew out his guts until he'd turned our enemies into nothing but ash. But his efforts were interrupted by a swing of a glaive cutting deep into his shoulder. The sudden attack would have killed him too if Varda hadn't barreled into him and pushed him out of harm's way.

Both of them rolled around the grass while blood poured out of the deep gash on Donar's right shoulder. When they came to a halt, Varda looked him over. Her eyes were wide with relief when she yelled, ”He's alive... but he's unconscious!”

Despite my own relief flooding my chest, I didn't have the opportunity to respond to her. Rather, I couldn't. My attention had been completely taken by the towering figure just a few feet to my left. He was a bulky man riding atop a gray swifthart.

After all the effort my unit put into trying to break through the unbreakable wall, the enemy general had just waltz out of it himself. By the looks of his steely-eyed glare, I do believe he was looking to start a fight with me.