Mage Veigar

Chapter 149 The Messenger 1
The words have not yet fallen.

The uninvited guest attacked Vega directly.

This was indeed beyond Vega's expectations, because this was in the empire's underground air-raid shelter, a secret place that even Bruno Valen had not yet discovered. How could an enemy sneak in here?

And he had just returned to the Third Army half a day ago.

But in such a short time, the enemy learned of his return and sent people to assassinate him as soon as possible?
This is simply not possible.

Besides, what's the point of assassinating a small lieutenant like him? If the Royal Army has the leisure time, it would be better to assassinate Foster. Why bother with a small fry like him?

So we know from this.

The uninvited guest who suddenly launched an attack was not a soldier of the Kingdom Army, but someone from within the Imperial Army.

Is there anyone within the Imperial Army who doesn't want him to return?
But Vega really didn't remember offending anyone, so he could only bury this doubt in his heart for the time being.

It's too late, but it's soon.

Veigar, who was in stealth mode, did not panic, but instead controlled the mirror image to retreat immediately.

In fact, he really didn't need to panic, because the enemy was only attacking the mirror image. Even if the mirror image was stabbed, it would not cause any damage to his original body. The reason why he controlled the mirror image to retreat was just to delay for a second.

The uninvited guest stepped back when he saw the mirror image, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Then he rushed forward, with two daggers in his hands flying, and a second later he put them directly on Vega's neck.

Vega in the dark discovered that this person was very fast. Even if it was his real body, facing this sudden attack, he would probably not be able to activate the mage shield and would be killed instantly by the enemy.

What is the identity of such a master?
"It's not as good as hearing about it in person. It turns out it's just like this."

A hoarse voice came out of the other party's mouth. He kept the dagger on Vega's neck and said: "I heard that Lieutenant Vega is the holder of the surnames 'Imperial Wings' and 'Kalini', and is also a shadow mage. But now it seems that you don't have the vigilance that a shadow mage should have. This is really regrettable."

The uninvited guest shook his head.

Then he said with a disdainful tone: "It seems that you were able to obtain these two honors just by luck..."

"Sir, don't you think luck is also a kind of strength?" The mirror interrupted with a smile.

"Is luck also a form of strength?"

The young man chuckled, "If luck is really a kind of strength, it seems that today is your unlucky day, Lieutenant. Your so-called luck can't seem to save you. Are you ready to die? To be honest, I don't like your calm face. As a prey caught in a trap, you should have the awareness of a prey. How about showing panic to please me?"

"Panic?"

"That sounds really interesting."

Mirror shrugged his shoulders and said calmly, "Why don't you show me a demonstration, sir?"

"Ha! You succeeded in irritating me, little brat."

A hoarse and dry voice echoed, and the opponent's dagger had cut through the skin of the mirror.

But the mirror image still said fearlessly: "What a pity, is the game going to end so soon?"

click-

Like a balloon being punctured, although the blow was not fatal, the damaged mirror image shattered instantly.

At this moment, a pitch-black dagger was placed on the neck of the uninvited guest, and standing behind him was the shadow controlled by Vega.

"Damn, is this a mirror image?"

The man uttered an incredulous voice: "No, this level of mirroring is... the pinnacle?"

"I'm terribly sorry, it looks like today is my lucky day."

Vega's annoying voice echoed in the opponent's ears from all directions, but he still hadn't removed his trickery. To put it in a more high-sounding way, this was of course a high-level combat awareness that would never put himself in danger even if he was sure of winning.

To put it simply...it's the fear of death.

However, it was this action that successfully frightened the uninvited guest.

He quickly threw the dagger in his hand to the ground and said, "Lieutenant Veigar, please don't be impulsive. I am the No. 1 messenger of the Shadow Mage Squadron. I heard that you were temporarily assigned to the Shadow Mage Squadron, so I came to say hello to you."

"This is a really unique way of greeting."

Vega chuckled and continued, "If you want me to be honest with you, then this gentleman who calls himself a messenger, could you please throw the dagger in your military boots to the ground as well?"

"Nothing really escapes your eyes."

The young man gave a bitter smile, then without hesitation pulled out the dagger from his boot and threw it on the ground: "Lieutenant Vega, do you think this will be okay? If possible, please show yourself."

"Of course there is no problem showing up and seeing him."

Vega did not manipulate Shadow to put down the dagger, but continued: "Can you please throw the two daggers hidden on your shoulders and the one on your belt...to the ground together?"

"..."

Seeing the messenger's expression as if he had seen a ghost, he had no choice but to throw out eight daggers.

Even though the messenger seemed to be no longer a threat, Vega still used Shadow Style: Mirror Image again, using a copy to appear instead of the original, and the messenger apparently did not notice anything wrong.

"Huh, you finally showed up."

The hoarse voice of the messenger came: "Let me introduce myself again. I am the No. 1 messenger of the Shadow Mage Squadron. Please allow me to take back my previous statement that you were not vigilant at all. The combination of the pinnacle of mirror image with trickery and shadow is really hard to guard against. Even for a level 3 Shadow Mage like me, I have never felt so aggrieved."

"Your Excellency is too kind."

Mirror Veigar chuckled, took a look at the ID, and chose to believe the messenger.

Because it is difficult to forge documents in the Imperial Army, and combined with the previous situation, the messenger did not seem to have any intention of killing him. He probably just wanted to test his strength. If he really wanted to kill him, he would have cut the mirror's throat the first time.

The messenger shook his head, and was obviously not a stingy person. "I lost, I lost. Lieutenant Vega is more skilled. There is nothing to be ashamed of. After all, being able to practice three kinds of magic to the pinnacle is not something that ordinary people can do. I didn't lose unfairly."

There was a pause.

The messenger continued, "This time, in addition to wanting to say hello to the lieutenant, I also want to explain to you some things to note about the Shadow Mage Squadron and the differences between the Shadow Mage Squadron and the ordinary Mage Squadron."

"Is the Shadow Mage Squadron different from the ordinary Mage Squadron?" Veigar asked curiously.

"Of course."

Messenger No. 1 puffed out his chest and said proudly, "Our Shadow Mage Squadron is the elite among the elite. We are different from the group of elemental mages outside who only know how to act recklessly. This difference is not only reflected in the system, but also in the way of fighting."

(End of this chapter)