Chapter 32：Mages (1/2)

The mages were coming for his head.

They were not stupid. It seemed the intelligence of those light constructs was not something to laugh at.

They seemed to understand the reason for the warlock's momentum lies in Mack's attitude.

It was an old and simple tactic. Kill the head of a serpent. And his huge muscular body would fall.

Mack saw the mages advancing thru the warlock line. The more the mages advances more warlocks would go to fight them, even so, they kept advancing.

Those mages, different from the acolytes, did not use their staffs to fight head-on. But used them to channel their spells. They only used their staffs in a physical battle to defend themselves from the warlocks that somehow cut or passed by their magic shields.

One warlock just did exactly this. His blade hit the magic shield so strong that his blade cut the shield in half without losing momentum.

The mage used his staff to block the incoming attack. But before the warlock could continue his attack with another movement, the mage pulled his staff back and cast a spell with the same staff.

Fireball.

The small fireball hit the warlock in his chest and the warlock stopped moving.

Not even a second later the same warlock was burning more brightly than the sun itself.

A few seconds later nothing was left from that warlock, only ashes on the muddy ground.

Mack seeing all that happen, could not believe his eyes. One thing was to observe the battle far away from the hill like he did yesterday, and another was to see how powerful those mages were from this close.

The mages regained their march and advanced to where Mack was. Mack didn't knew if he ran or what. He was sure he had no way to deal with them.

But his problems were solved. Because in the next second Mack suddenly felt a heavy hand pat on his shoulder.

Mack looked behind.

”You!”

It was the powerful warlock from yesterday.

Mack somehow felt assured because in the next second the warlock raised his hand from Mack shoulder and pointed at the mages.

~boom~

A heavy pressure could be seen falling around the mages. From Mack's distance, it looked like the air itself became denser around those mages.

The warlock snapped his fingers.

~splash~

All the mages become a pile of broken bones and disfigured bodies.

If the light constructs had blood Mack would be throwing up already because the scene was a brutal and gore massacre.

One warlock, several mages. one snap of fingers and no more mages.

That was the true power of a warlock.

That was what Mack aimed.

Those few mages that advanced through the line of warlocks killed hundreds of warlocks. To be stopped by a single one.

Mack was not sure if this guy behind him was the most powerful warlock here or not. But for him. This was true power. No fancy movements, no fancy effects. Simple and powerful.

Simple and deadly.

While Mack was thinking all this, the warlock behind him moved and walked to the front, going toward the frontline.

Not even caring for his life anymore, Mack followed him.