A Wizard's Secret Chapter 40 - Grand Operation

Chapter 40: Grand Operation

Translator: J_Squared Editor: J_Squared

After Angus finished his sentence, rlin studied the masked man in front of him carefully. The other person knew much about Spell Casters. Besides, he addressed rlin as a “Spell Caster” rather than a “heretic” like the others.

Indeed, he had spoken the fact. rlin could not cope with hundreds and thousands of arrows with his re Zero-level spell.

“Angus, a heretic is enough for you to give up?”

Another masked man shifted his attention at rlin. In that instant, the white light on his greatsword shone even brighter.

“rlin, be careful. All three of them are Third-level Light Swordsn,” Old Wilson reminded rlin weakly as he pressed his palm at the wound on his stomach.

“Attack!”

One of the masked n was furious at rlin’s indifference. The white light on his greatsword extended to almost a ter long and was aid directly at rlin from the top.

“Fireball!”

A hint of coldness flashed across rlin’s eyes. He threw his hands out and two fireballs rose up into the air instantly. This was not a Large Fireball but a normal Fireball. Based on rlin’s current accumulated Magic Power in the Spell Model situated in his Awareness, he was able to cast more than ten spells simultaneously.

As his Mind Power increased, the fireballs he released moved at a greater speed and beca even harder for the others to avoid.

“Bang!”

The corner of rlin’s mouth curled up into a sneer. Two fireballs blasted in the air, scattering nurous flas in all directions. In an instant, that masked man was engulfed in a sea of frantic flas.

The masked man scread in the flas while his body gave off a burning stench.

The scattering flas released from Fireball were scorching hot, that they were able to lt fine iron, let alone a Third-level Light Swordsman.

The other party wailed a few more tis before falling to the ground and then, there was a dead silence.

“Queiro!” Angus and Lelo shouted simultaneously.

At the sa ti, the white light around their body lit up in an instant. Both of them split into two different directions and rushed toward rlin.

rlin shook his head slightly. He found himself in a fix when he first dealt with Rolin but now he could kill a Third-level Elental Swordsman with a flick of his fingers. In addition, he was more familiar with the power of a Spell Caster. His Mind Power had also advanced progressively where he was able to control spells with more precision.

Therefore, at the first mont the two n moved, rlin had already cast a Large Fireball.

“Whoosh!”

A gigantic fireball floated in the air. The entire fireball appeared sowhat unstable as its concentrated Fire Elents were compressed to the extre.

“Bang!”

Without a mont of hesitation, rlin detonated the fireball right away. The gigantic fireball set off a huge wave and the violent force slamd into Angus and Lelo rcilessly.

Upon contact with the impactful force of the fireball explosion, they were thrown to the air accompanied by tiny scattering flas.

As the tiny scattering flas were produced from the Fireball, even a tiny fla was compressed by countless Fire Elents which could result in a terrifying force. A slight touch was able to drill a bloody hole into the human body.

However, both Angus and Lelo were Third-level Light Swordsn. They could more or less resist the impact of the scattering flas but it was the strong force of the fireball explosion that affected them.

rlin was not about to stop now. A Large Fireball had caused injuries on Angus and Lelo, hence he released two more Fireballs. Two fist-sized fireballs flew toward the n silently like a quiet ghost.

“Boom!”

A fireball penetrated through Lelo’s head directly, burning off half his head.

Angus managed to block the other fireball with his arm. Upon contact, the horrible heat of the fireball burned Angus’ arm right away. Enduring severe pain, Angus jumped on his horse and fled to the opposite direction imdiately.

“It’s too late to leave now!”

rlin would not let Angus escape. Although Angus rode away quickly, rlin’s Fireball flew faster and slamd directly into Angus’ thin and defenseless armor. It was directly penetrated by the fireball and a large hole, the size of a bowl, burned Angus’ back.

Angus fell from the horse and there was no more movent.

All three Third-level Light Swordsn were dead. The bandits who witnessed the death of their three leaders went into chaos. Countless bandits scread and wailed for retreat.

General Prat seized this opportunity and led the remaining hundreds of knights in the territory to a violent charge. Monts later, at least 500 dead bodies surrounded the castle.

rlin did not continue to fight. Instead, he helped the injured Old Wilson into the castle and directed the servants to start clearing the corpses outside.

Half an hour later, Prat returned to the territory with nurous knights. He reached the castle and reported to Old Wilson, “Lord Baron, the bandits have been driven off. It’s estimated that they’ll not pose a threat to the territory within a short period of ti.”

Old Wilson, whose face was as white as a sheet, struggled to sit up and replied coldly, “Any captives?”

Prat nodded in response. Several knights brought more than a dozen wounded captives into the hall and made them kneel in front of Old Wilson.

Old Wilson narrowed his eyes as he swept his gaze across the dozens of captives. He asked in a deep voice, “Speak only the truth. What conspiracy has the church planned?”

The captives exchanged glances at each other before replying cautiously, “Lord Baron, we’re not part of the church. We’re bandits that loiter on the border between the Kingdom of Blackmoon and the Kingdom of Light. A year ago, our leader was killed by the guardians of the church. Later, we’ve been incorporated into this knight troop. Apart from the two hundred backbone mbers of the church, the rest of us are actually just bandits. We know nothing about the church’s conspiracy.”

“I heard that the church is going to have a grand operation and will take action on Grand City, Blackwater City, and Rute City.”

The captives looked at Old Wilson with pleading eyes after they had finished speaking.

“Bring them out and kill them all!” Old Wilson’s face turned ghastly pale, his tone as cold as ice. Soon, the dozens of captives were taken out by Prat to be murdered.

“rlin, we must head back to Blackwater City as soon as possible!” Old Wilson lifted his head, revealing his tired face which was washed over with worry and concern.