Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

Lance stood in front of them, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

Some of these people were rubbing their eyes, some were yawning, and some were whispering among themselves.

"Lord Hans, what's the matter? In the middle of the night..."

"Yeah, we're all exhausted."

"Have you detected enemy activity?"

Lance raised his hand and pressed it down.

The crowd gradually quieted down.

Lance cleared his throat and said, "I called you all here because I have something important to announce. Listen up, everyone."

Everyone perked up their ears.

Lance looked at them and said, word by word, "You are surrounded."

The next second, the surrounding space suddenly distorted.

Colorful streaks of light emerged from the void, twisting and rotating like living things, weaving together to form a dazzling pattern.

[Third Ring Spell - Hypnotic Mark!]

"This is... magic!"

"Enemy attack!"

"There's a monk!"

The professionals were instantly in an uproar.

But it was too late.

Those light patterns seemed to possess a magical power, instantly captivating everyone's attention.

Most professionals only felt a blur before their eyes, as if their brains had been hit hard by something, and then they stood there frozen, their eyes vacant and their expressions blank.

Hypnotic pattern activated!

However, a few individuals with higher perception, stronger will, or slightly higher level managed to break free from the spell's influence.

"Damn it! It's hypnosis!"

"Wake up! Wake up!"

A level 3 warrior roared, unleashing his inner fighting spirit and forcefully breaking free from the hypnotic state.

But before he could make a second move, a blue energy ball flew from the darkness and hit him precisely on the back of the head.

puff!

His head exploded, splattering blood and brain matter all over the ground.

The body collapsed with a thud.

Lance made the move.

He still held the second [Secondary Spirit Bomb] scroll in his hand, his gaze coldly sweeping over the few professionals who were still struggling.

"Little Black".

"clear!"

A dark figure darted out from the crowd.

It was Little Black in stealth mode.

It silently approached a level 2 wanderer, raising its right claw, the golden blade drawing a dazzling arc in the darkness.

puff!

The head rolled off.

The Supreme Slash is a one-hit kill.

The remaining professionals finally regained full consciousness.

"There's an assassin!"

"Run!"

But how could Lance possibly give them a chance?

He waved his hands repeatedly, and two more blue energy balls flew out, taking two more lives.

Meanwhile, Xiao Hei weaved through the crowd, and with each swing of the golden blade, a head fell to the ground.

Screams, cries of alarm, and pleas for mercy mingled together.

But all sounds were blocked out by the [Higher Illusion].

From the outside, everything appeared normal in the center of the camp, with hundreds of professionals quietly "holding a meeting."

But in reality, it has been turned into a slaughterhouse.

Less than thirty seconds.

The last professional standing fell.

Lance put away the scroll, glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, and let out a soft breath.

[Defeat 2 Level 2 Human Warrior, gain 80 experience points!]

[Defeat 3 Level 1 Human Warrior, gain 90 experience points!]

[Slayed 1 Level 1 Human Wanderer, gained 30 experience points!]

……

The panel prompts flashed through my mind.

Current experience: 1495/5000

Over at the camp.

The ordinary soldiers were still sleeping.

Suddenly, a low buzzing sound arose.

The sound was extremely loud and penetrating, like countless large bees fluttering their wings in your ear.

One of the lucky ones opened his eyes groggily.

Then he saw a figure shrouded in a pale golden light descend from the sky.

The figure was surrounded by buzzing force field ripples, which distorted and deformed the air wherever it passed.

[Third Ring Spell - Roaring Shield!]

[Third Ring Spell - Flight!]

The instant Lance landed a centimeter on the ground, the force field ripples on the shield suddenly spread outward.

Puff puff puff!

The soldiers closest to him didn't even have time to scream before they were shaken so badly that blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they collapsed limply.

"Enemy attack!"

"There are enemies!"

"Get up! Get up!"

The camp erupted in chaos.

The soldiers were jolted awake and frantically grabbed their weapons.

But before they could even see the enemy clearly, they saw a pale golden figure weaving through the crowd.

The figure was incredibly fast—with the aid of the [Flight] spell, Lance flew back and forth above the camp, taking several lives with each dive.

The force field ripples of the Noisy Shield are extremely lethal at close range; ordinary soldiers simply cannot withstand them.

Occasionally, a soldier would muster the courage to shoot an arrow, but the arrow would hit the shield and bounce off without even creating a ripple.

That's how powerful the Three-Ring spell is.

"Run!"

"Run!"

Finally, someone broke down.

The first soldier to flee threw down his weapon and ran for his life.

Then the second, the third...

A small number of defeated soldiers successfully evacuated.

However, Lance didn't care and simply hovered in mid-air.

[First-level spell - Grease Spell!]

With a casual wave of his hand, a layer of slippery grease appeared out of thin air, covering the wagons loaded with grain.

Then he raised his right hand, and a flame ignited in his palm.

[First-level spell - Fire Arrow!]

Whoosh!

The flaming arrow flew out and landed on the patch of grease.

boom!

The fire instantly flared up and, fueled by the night wind, spread rapidly.

One, two, three...

Soon, all two hundred grain carts were engulfed in flames.

Flames shot into the sky, turning half the night sky orange-red.

Lance hovered in mid-air, watching the grand fireworks display, and gently patted Little Black's head.

"Is it pretty?"

Little Black perched on his shoulder, its cat eyes reflecting the firelight, and nodded earnestly.

"nice."

……

The main camp of the Sassanid Kingdom's forces.

Inside the commander's tent, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.

Cassius Valentine sat in the main seat, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He was in his early forties, in the prime of his life, and his level twelve warrior strength allowed him to firmly hold the position of commander. But at this moment, the hands of this iron-blooded general were trembling slightly.

It's not because I'm afraid.

It's because of anger.

Below the tent, a soldier covered in blood, dressed as a cavalryman, knelt on the ground, his face filled with fear, and gave a rambling report.

The cavalryman spoke first: "General! General Redmond... is dead!"

"Three thousand cavalrymen, all professionals wiped out! More than half dead or wounded!"

"I...I didn't even see the enemy's shadow before I saw fireballs falling from the sky..."

"One after another, they just can't stop!"

"Dead...all dead..."

Cassius's hands gripping the armrests showed prominent veins.

Redmond Bloodaxe, a level 11 warrior, and his old subordinate who had followed him for ten years.

He just died like that?

We couldn't even see the enemy's shadow?