The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

"Boom—"

The lightning bolts danced and leaped across the first kobold.

Lorraine's Lightning Pull

Before landing, he used a lightning pull spell to control himself as he flew toward the kobold, using its body to land safely.

"puff."

After pulling the rusty throat from the kobold's chest, Lorraine twirled his sword and flicked the blood off.

"Damn hairless lizard bastard, die!"

A streak of red light passed by him as Piper swung his warhammer, smashing the upper body of another kobold into a bloody mist.

But just then...

"roar---"

The Dragon Shield Guard opened its mouth wide, and a deep voice emanated from its small body, echoing through the hall like thunder.

An invisible ripple emanated from it, rapidly spreading outwards and sweeping over everyone present.

The world seemed to have been muted instantly; the torches that were still burning at our feet lost their color, and only black and gray remained before our eyes.

Lorraine found it difficult to describe her current feelings in words.

His usually agile body felt like it was filled with lead, all the muscles in his body were trembling slightly, his mind was blank, and all his thoughts were instantly crushed.

His fingers were frozen on the hilt of the sword, and he couldn't lift it even an inch no matter what he did.

What... happened...?

"Thump...thump...thump..."

Sensing danger, the body's heart begins to pound, and blood rushes through the veins, attempting to revive the out-of-control body.

"Move...move a little."

His vision returned, and he didn't know how much time had passed. He only saw the skinny kobold behind the Dragon Shield Guard, its mouth slightly moving. It raised its hand, and sparks of fire gathered in front of its fingers, pointing at him.

"Run...run...run!"

A muffled sound came from beside him. Without thinking, he focused all his energy on moving his body.

A flaming arrow rose from the kobold-scaled sorcerer's hand, trailing a trail of light as it flew at a speed that Lorraine perceived as extremely slow.

Why isn't it afraid of light?

Lorraine was surprised by her own jumping thoughts. What time was it? How could she still be thinking about these things?

Magic... I should channel the magic.

Heart...shoulder...arm...fingertips...

The flaming arrows were getting closer and closer, and the bright light made Lorraine feel uncomfortable; he could feel a slight burning sensation on his face.

Lightning crackled from his fingertips, striking a nearby stone pillar, where chains materialized—

He grabbed her.

Lorraine's Lightning Pull

"Run, Lorraine, you bastard!!"

"boom--"

He fell heavily to the ground.

All the sounds instantly flooded his mind, and he felt a burning pain on his left cheek, unable to open his left eye for a moment.

The flaming arrow grazed Lorraine's left cheek, missing him by only a few centimeters!

Fortunately, the lightning bolt's speed was almost the same as the fire arrow's flight speed, so he wasn't hit squarely. He only suffered some burns on his face and felt a bit of chest tightness from being hit by the stone pillar.

"You fucking beast!" Piper roared.

Lorraine gasped for breath, his cold sweat almost soaking through his linen shirt. He turned to look in the direction of the sound.

Piper, holding his warhammer, leaped high into the air toward the sorcerer who had ambushed Lorraine, seemingly believing him to be dead and wanting to avenge him.

"Thump!"

A dull, loud bang echoed through the hall, making Lorraine's ears ring. He shook his head, finally calming down.

The halfling's warhammer was blocked by the dragon shield guard, and a few scales were knocked off the shield, but the dragon shield guard was almost unharmed, only taking a few steps back.

"Aaaaaah!—"

Piper swung his warhammer in frustration, smashing it down on the guard, but it caught the guard's shield, only forcing the guard to retreat step by step.

Lorraine lay on the ground, not rushing to join the battle. Everyone on the field seemed to think he had already been killed by the fireball, and this was a good opportunity.

But how can I attack that scale mage?

I was at least 40 feet away from it, but the range of the lightning strike was only 15 feet.

Lorraine had never really wanted to learn a ranged spell.

He looked around.

The longsword, Rusty Throat, landed where it was when he used lightning to pull it. He could throw the dagger at his waist, but without practice, aiming at it was no different from winning the lottery.

what.

Lorraine suddenly noticed a short spear lying on the ground not far away; it was the one he had picked up earlier!

He looked up.

Piper was cleverly engaged in combat with the Dragon Shield Guard, while the warlock behind him had already conjured a fireball, but fearing it might injure his companion, he dared not throw it.

Continuous channeling consumes a lot of mana, so it can only dissipate it.

"Very good..." Lorraine thought to herself.

With his eyes half-open, he observed the situation on the field while subtly inching his body toward the short spear.

Thanks to his experience of frequently breaking into people's homes at night since his transmigration, he moved so silently that no one noticed a corpse quietly changing its position.

The kobold-headed, scaled sorcerer was getting increasingly exasperated by Piper, and he shouted loudly at the dragon shield guards:

"@$&#?##!"

The Dragon Shield Guard nodded after hearing this, pretended to be exhausted and stepped aside, letting Piper pass.

"Haha! This idiot's finally done for! Lorraine, I'll avenge you!"

Piper was exhausted, but seeing this scene excited him, and he ran towards the kobold-scaled sorcerer.

Something's not right... Lorraine frowned.

What kind of guards can bring enemies to the spellcaster's doorstep?

He saw the sorcerer begin to chant in a low voice.

The kobold-scaled warlock brought his thumbs together, with the other fingers slightly spread forward, and sparks flew from his palms.

At the same time, the dragon shield guard raised his shield towards the warlock, curled up into a ball, and hid behind it.

The familiar flames made Lorraine's heart tighten; he immediately realized what they were.

Burning Hand.

"Get out of the way, Piper!"

He didn't have time to move, so he pushed himself up with both hands, quickly picked up the short spear on the ground, and threw it away with force.

"How did you manage to live!" the halfling exclaimed.

The short spear fell down, landing awkwardly beside the warlock. Lorraine, who had suddenly risen from the dead, was so startled that it trembled and its spell was slightly off-target.

A cone-shaped flame shot out from its outstretched fingertip, but because it was too close, Piper ducked and dodged the flame, which only made his short blond hair curl up.

But the dragon shield guard behind him wasn't so lucky; the scorching flames struck it directly, burning the sharp points of its dragon scale shield red-hot.

Moreover, the flames burned the dust in the air around it into strings of tiny sparks, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

"roar--"

The Dragon Shield Guardian let out an excited shout.

With such powerful magic, Lord Scale Sorcerer, that wretched dwarf must be dead by now!

As the flames subsided, it raised its head expectantly.