Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

The fourth one ran fast and had already sprinted more than 20 meters ahead.

But Alfred had caught up and severed his legs from behind, then his hands.

[Second-level spell - Lesser Spirit Bomb!]

[Defeat 1 Level 11 Human Warrior, gain 600 experience points!]

"Four!"

The remaining two men in black were stronger. They fought and retreated, shrinking further into the alley. Several generals were trying their best to keep them occupied.

At this moment, Olaf appeared on the street once again.

Upon seeing the scene before him, he was filled with rage: "You...!"

Lance could not tolerate his unbridled behavior here.

and so……

[Arcane Instant Cast - Banish!]

Olaf has been traded again.

Lance finished off the remaining two Exemplar-level enemies.

[Slayed 1 Level 12 Human Wanderer, gained 700 experience points!]

[Defeat 1 Level 12 Human Warrior, gain 700 experience points!]

Current experience: 3810/7000

Lance nodded in satisfaction and turned back. The two seriously injured men were still pinned to the ground, unable to move.

A general's large foot stepped on a guy's face, almost pressing the guy's face into a crack in the stone slab.

"Let's wait until they finish spilling their information before we take them down..."

Lance then began to buff these Exemplary Generals.

[Second-Circle Spell - Bull's Strength!]

The power of the bull! The power of the bull! The power of the bull! The power of the bull! The power of the bull!

……

Unlike Alfred's comprehensive and multi-dimensional enhancement, they only possess the [Strength of the Bull].

After all, they outnumbered each other, and Lance had already used up a significant amount of his Arc...

Even the landlords have no surplus grain!

Lance wouldn't have used these spells if they weren't strengthened to the point that they wouldn't even be qualified to participate in the battle.

The crowd gathered around the place where Olaf had been exiled, ready for battle.

The air began to distort, and golden specks of light surged out from the void, seemingly more intense than the previous two times, as if they were holding back a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it.

But it must be Lance's imagination...

Olaf Ironspine has appeared on the streets of Rilder once again.

His aura became even more powerful, and his blood energy even swirled around him like a tornado.

The crowd surrounded Olaf, intimidated by his imposing presence, and none of them dared to approach him for a moment.

This time, Olaf didn't roar, didn't curse, and didn't even go to check on Lance immediately.

He first glanced at the battlefield.

Six...

Of the eight Exemplary beings he brought, six have now lost their life force...

Two others were trampled on the ground like dead dogs, leaving him as the lone commander.

He lowered his head, looked at the corpse on the ground, and remained silent for about three seconds.

Alfred leaned against the wall, covered in blood, but his smile was incredibly bright.

He leaned on his sword, looked at Olaf's face, which was so black it looked like ink could be squeezed out, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Olaf, you don't need to be sad!

Alfred's laughter echoed through the empty streets, carrying a hint of schadenfreude.

"Although the eight Exemplary units you brought were all wiped out, this is not your fault, but the fault of that brat king of your Sassanid kingdom!"

"He misjudged the situation and sent you here to your deaths!"

Olaf's face darkened further.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and the blood surging within him was like a volcanic eruption, distorting the surrounding air with its heat.

But he didn't attack. He just stood there, looking at the corpses on the ground, then at his two subordinates who were being trampled on, and then at the silver-haired half-elf behind Alfred.

The mage was flying behind the crowd.

Olaf's eyelids twitched. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He knew that today's plan had completely failed.

All eight paradigmatic orders collapsed here.

He was the only one left, facing a level 13 prince, a mage whose background was unknown, and so many exemplar-level generals.

Sensing their significantly stronger abilities, Olaf couldn't help but curse under his breath:

"The mage of the trench!"

"What?! There are buff spells too?!"

Olaf's own buff spells are about to expire.

Even if he wins, he won't be able to retain many people.

More importantly—he couldn't allow the Sassanid kingdom to suffer any more losses.

He is a hero, the foundation of the Sassanid state.

If he dies here, the south of Sassanids will be completely open.

"Hmm...that's right, I must make a strategic shift!"

He pulled two scrolls out of his pocket.

It's probably a spatial spell!

Lance, with his sharp eyes, exclaimed, "He's going to run!"

He hesitated for a moment. He had more than enough experience points to learn [Boundary Gate Lockdown], which would prevent him from escaping.

But then Olaf was willing to risk his life...

The consequences are unpredictable.

The risk is too high, let's forget about it.

By the time Graham's axe struck, Olaf had already retreated into the Anywhere Door.

The axe blade only cut through the air.

"You just wait, I will definitely be back!!!"

Olaf's voice drifted out from the portal, carrying a tone of gritted teeth.

The sound echoed through the empty streets, sounding strangely tragic.

The light gate closed, and the silver specks of light scattered like fireflies, quickly disappearing from sight.

The streets were quiet for a while.

Alfred remained standing still.

He leaned on his sword, staring in the direction Olaf had disappeared, remained silent for a few seconds, and then let out a long sigh.

"Damn it!"

He punched the wall next to him, and rubble rained down.

"Such a great opportunity, but because I wasn't good enough, Olaf got away!"

But he quickly raised his head, and his eyes regained their light.

"But it doesn't matter. He's gone, so be it."

Alfred turned around, looked at Lance and Graham, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"Even if he retreats with his army now, we only need to lead our troops to follow. Once Alicia arrives, we will surely annihilate them and capture Olaf alive!"

Lance paused for a moment, then asked, "Who is Alicia?"

"My sister." Alfred's expression softened slightly when he mentioned her name.

"Her talent far surpasses mine. She reached level 14 early on, encountered the bottleneck of the Hero rank, and went out to travel in search of a breakthrough opportunity."

"She broke through to the Hero rank not long ago. His Majesty secretly ordered her to come when the war just started, and she should arrive in a few days."

He paused, then his smile widened.

"The Sassanid Kingdom has no idea that we have Hero-level professionals. Otherwise, they would never dare to invade."

Lance thought about it and agreed.

"So Olaf will most likely lead his army in a slow retreat," Alfred continued, getting more and more excited as he spoke.

"Once Alicia arrives, we'll launch a full-scale attack, lure Olaf out, and then surround and kill him!"

After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on the two men in black who were being trampled on the ground. The two men had their faces pressed against the ground, their buttocks sticking up high. One was still groaning, while the other was simply pretending to be dead.

"Lock these two up first," Alfred waved his hand. "We'll interrogate them later."

"No need to wait a moment." Lance walked over and squatted down in front of the two guys.

"Now is fine."