Golden Mage - Chapter 57
Volume 2, Chapter 27
Fierce battles were raging from all sides. Count Rubius’ knights were valiantly cutting down the orcs, but the sheer number of orcs climbing over the city walls was overwhelming.
Due to Count Rubius’ financial constraints, the knights were only equipped with somewhat decent armor, while the soldiers had meager equipment, wielding nothing more than simple leather armor and spears.
These orcs were not your average continental orcs; they were the formidable orcs from the Orc Forest, surviving the relentless struggle for survival and thus more than twice as strong as their continental counterparts.
Their training might be sufficient, but the lack of proper equipment was the weakness of Count Rubius’ army.
Underneath the castle, some orcs still lingered, unable to breach the defenses. Roellin’s voice echoed in despair as he fought off the orcs climbing the walls.
“Oh, how can we overcome this crisis?”
Even with Count Rubius’ full strength, it was difficult to deal with these orcs. What if the trolls from Troll Valley joined the fray? Count Rubius would be utterly defeated.
Roellin clenched his teeth, considering this dire situation. If only reinforcements from the central army had arrived, dealing with the orcs wouldn’t have been such a struggle. But they had resorted to such cowardly tactics just to absorb his family…
“Ugh!”
As Roellin recalled the audacity of Rak, who had five concubines and shamelessly asked for her hand in marriage, he swung his sword with even more strength.
But the number of orcs was overwhelming, and the energy in the knights’ swords began to wane.
“Haah! Haah!”
Roellin relentlessly fought the orcs, gasping for breath.
She surveyed her surroundings. The soldiers didn’t sustain significant losses, but they seemed exhausted. In contrast, the orcs climbing the walls still appeared lively.
“Ah! It’s so difficult to fend off these orcs…”
Roellin had initially thought it would be relatively easy to handle around ten thousand orcs. However, the situation had proven to be much more challenging. It was evident that it would be extremely tough for the fatigued soldiers to continue wielding their swords.
“Is the heavens forsaking our Rubius?”
As she cried out, a resonant voice suddenly rang in her ears.
“Thunder Strike!”
The immense flow of mana accompanying the voice!
The world turned golden as an immense amount of lightning struck the ground, annihilating everything in its path.
Kwarrung!
It was a curse-like thunder.
The golden lightning held a devastating force, and the orcs struck by it screamed in agony as they were burned to ashes.
The seventh-class spell, Thunder Strike.
This magic was powerful enough to exterminate thousands of living beings at once.
When the golden lightning subsided, only the charred bodies of the orcs remained, leaving the spectators speechless.
“My goodness!”
Roellin was no exception.
She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed.
How could she?
The world suddenly turned golden, and all the orcs that had filled the ground were now blackened corpses.
What kind of extraordinary phenomenon was this?
Roellin thought back to the voice she had heard and the immense flow of mana she had sensed before this phenomenon occurred, and her mind was boggled.
“Wait, could this be magic?”
The incredible destructive power she had witnessed had left her momentarily clueless.
In the Tollian Kingdom, sixth-class mages were considered the most powerful. And she had only ever seen up to fifth-class magic.
But how could seventh-class magic, which was incomparable to fifth-class, be real?
The phenomenon she had just witnessed was enough to take her breath away.
“Who cast that magic just now?”
The surviving orcs no longer held Roellin’s attention. Her mind was entirely focused on the mage who had annihilated the orcs.
She glanced upwards and saw a figure slowly descending from the dark sky.
In that moment, something glimmered, and El, dressed in a flipped robe, appeared with a faint smile.
“I apologize for surprising you.”
“Ah, no, it’s nothing.”
El’s apology made Roellin quickly regain her composure. Regardless of the reason for his appearance, he was the benefactor who had saved her from the orcs. Moreover, the magic she had just witnessed was undoubtedly seventh-class magic.
In other words, the mage before her was a seventh-class mage.
“Your name is?”
Roellin looked slightly worried as she lowered her head. She knew that seventh-class mages were usually treated as viscount-level nobles or higher. Additionally, El had saved her territory from the orcs. There might be some conditions attached to his assistance, but she couldn’t tell for sure.
“Ellimis is my name. I am also a mage affiliated with the Tollian Kingdom.”
“A mage affiliated with the kingdom?”
Roellin’s expression darkened. The upcoming troll attack from Troll Valley was already weighing heavily on her mind.
Each troll was as formidable as a sword expert. Last year, they had barely managed to hold them off with the help of the central army and the city walls. But now, without the central army’s support, it was a different story.
Roellin’s face became gloomy, thinking of the impending tragedy. As a mage who had just witnessed the power of seventh-class magic, she couldn’t help but wish for El’s help.
El’s pure eyes seemed to understand what she had been through.