Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

The Fire Spirit and Wind Spirit are still dealing damage.

Because of their high accuracy, the Fire Spirit and Wind Spirit can always hit vital points, so level 1 and 2 kobolds die instantly upon contact.

Even at level 3, you don't need a third hit.

Drak stood there, holding his battle axe up for a long time, but couldn't find an opportunity to strike.

"Then... what should I do?"

"Give it to me... cough cough, of course it's to protect me."

Lance said, "It's good that you don't have to do anything; it's best if we never need you."

Greta gripped her two-handed sword, watching kobold after kobold fall before Lance, and her lips twitched.

She became an adventurer at the age of fifteen, and fifteen years have passed since then, and she has never seen this kind of fighting style.

She had certainly seen mages before, but usually mages would stop after casting three or five spells, and they would need their teammates to protect them.

Lance, on the other hand, was throwing out spells like they were free, casting over a dozen and still casting.

Is his spell slot limitless?

The group surrounding Lance could mostly only help him block long-range projectiles.

However, some strong and lucky kobolds managed to break through to Lance's front line—

Then, the enhanced Durak and his companions were slaughtered as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Durac swung his battle axe in a wide arc—three level 2 kobolds were severed at the waist, their intestines spilling out onto the ground.

He wiped the blood from his face and chuckled, "That was awesome! Lord Lance's buffs were fucking amazing! They were even better than [something else]!"

[Aard Sign!]

Lance did not answer, but silently cast a spell.

He sent the three kobolds on the ground, who were not quite dead yet, along with the kobolds charging from the outer perimeter flying.

Skara, hiding at the back of the group, cast a few spells, but to little avail. Looking at the battle ahead, his face turned green.

It had lived for decades and had never seen anything like this before.

That human mage, all by himself, killed hundreds of its people.

Hundreds!

As for the ordinary kobolds, let's not talk about them; they're dead, so be it. There are plenty of them anyway.

But all the warriors it had carefully trained—level 1, level 2, level 3—fell.

Everything collapsed!

The mage had several helpers around him, all of them acting like they were on steroids. If it weren't for protecting the mage, the entire clan would have been wiped out.

Scala's mind was buzzing.

It suddenly realized something—

I might not be able to beat them.

No, it's not possible.

It's definitely outmatched.

It is a warlock; it understands magic and knows how terrifying a mage's destructive power can be.

Especially a mage who can simultaneously control fire and wind spirits he has never seen before, and can also unleash a large number of first and second-level spells—this mage is at least a level 5 elite, possibly level 6, or even higher!

What is the concept of an elite-level mage?

If a fireball is thrown, half of the kobolds in the entire hall will die.

"The reason this human mage isn't casting third-level spells is probably because he looks down on them and doesn't want to waste his precious third-level spell slots on them."

"...Damn it, why would a mage of this level bother with a bunch of weak, pitiful, and helpless kobolds?"

Scarla swallowed.

It started to back away.

"Boss?" the level 2 kobold warrior next to him asked, puzzled. "Where are you going?"

"I..." Skara's eyes darted around, "I'll go to the back and take charge. It's too chaotic here, it's affecting my spellcasting."

"Oh." The level 2 kobold warrior believed him, turned around and continued charging forward.

Then it got blown to the head by a magic energy attack.

Skala's legs went weak when he saw the tribesman whose head had exploded.

It continued to back away.

As they retreated, they reached the very back, shielding their clansmen in front of them.

Then it started running.

As they ran, they reached the passage leading to the exit.

"No, I have to make a strategic retreat!" Scala reassured himself as he ran.

"This isn't running away, it's a tactical retreat! As long as we're alive, we can always fight again! Once I reach level 5 and awaken even more powerful spells, I'll come back for revenge!"

It ran even faster.

Its tail swung like a propeller.

However, what Scala didn't notice was that an inconspicuous mosquito was quietly following behind it.

……

On Lance's side, the battle is nearing its end.

After the Fire Spirit fired its tenth fire arrow, it trembled slightly and dissipated into the air.

Feng Ling followed closely behind and also fired the tenth wind blade—another kobold's head flew up, the headless corpse took two steps forward, and fell onto the pile of corpses.

The wind spirit also vanished.

But there are still many kobolds.

There are at least two hundred ordinary kobolds left, and more than twenty of them with higher ranks.

However, this casualty rate was enough to instill fear in them.

They stared in disbelief at the mountain of their fallen comrades' bodies.

There was a level 1 kobold standing behind, its legs shaking.

One of the level 2 creatures turned to run away, but the kobolds behind it blocked the way, so it couldn't escape.

The level 3 kobold leading the pack roared and brandished its machete, seemingly shouting "Charge!" and "Kill him!"

Then it saw Lance raise his hand and summon two new points of light.

[Secondary Elemental Guardian - Fire!]

[Secondary Elemental Guardian Spirit - Wind!]

The fire spirit and wind spirit reappeared, hovering over his shoulder.

The roar of the level 3 kobold abruptly stopped.

"Boss, boss?" The level 3 kobold wanted to find its boss to give itself some confidence.

However, even after scanning the entire room, he still couldn't find the leader.

"Boss...!"

It paused for a second.

"It's over!!!"

"The boss just abandoned us!!!"

It yelled and then turned and ran.

Upon hearing this, the more than two hundred kobolds instinctively looked behind them—their leader was indeed gone.

Those who were still holding on finally collapsed.

They screamed and scattered in all directions. Some ran deeper into the passage, some ran towards the exit, and some simply lay on the ground trembling, hissing and begging for mercy.

"Hiss hiss hiss—!!!"

They screamed, shoved each other, and ran back, wanting nothing more than to get as far away from that devil as possible.

But it was too late.

One after another, the fleeing, high-ranking kobolds were shot through the back of their heads by fire and wind spirits.

One after another, they fell down on their escape route.

Lance and his group moved much faster than the kobolds, especially since the opposing side had already broken up.

If you maintain the right distance, the kobold won't even have a chance to fight back.

soon.

The passageway fell silent.

Hundreds of kobold corpses lay on the ground, blood flowing like a river, the stench overwhelming.

Lance glanced at the panel—

[Defeat 38 level 1 kobold warriors to gain 380 experience points]

[Defeat 15 level 2 kobold warriors to gain 300 experience points]

[Defeat 5 level 3 kobold warriors to gain 200 experience points]

[Killed 357 level 0 kobolds, gained 357 experience points]

Current experience: 2100/4000

"Still so far..." Lance frowned.

Drak, leaning on his battle axe and panting heavily, said, his beard stained with blood, "Lord Lance, is this enough? I think we've killed enough..."

"You don't understand." Lance waved his hand and looked into the depths of the passage.