Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

The golden light faded, and Cohen opened his eyes to see the half-elf girl looking down at him.

"This is... divine magic?"

Why...why can't she even use divine magic...?

"Why did you...?"

Cohen paused for a moment, then murmured,

Why did you save me?

Cielsa shook her head, her purple eyes devoid of any extra emotion.

"It's not so much saving you, it's just that we can't let you die too quickly."

She glanced back in the direction of the male half-elf.

"Lord Lance might still need you."

Lord Lance seems to have a particular fondness for killing.

Although Cielsa didn't know why, she could leave it for Lord Lance.

Cohen looked at Sissa,

"What the hell kind of ranger is this?!"

This was his last thought before he was kicked unconscious by Cielsa.

……

Meanwhile, Lance was still standing there, with the fire spirit and wind spirit hovering over his shoulders.

The wanderer, Grell, had already reached within five meters of him.

He raised the short sword, aiming for his back.

Grell's lips curled into a sinister smile.

This guy is a spellcaster; he's so good-looking, he should be a warlock, but...

How many warlock levels can he possibly have at such a young age? And how many spells can he awaken?

Moreover, they were caught completely off guard and got close to him, which meant certain death!

As expected, it's just a naive newbie!

He held his breath, his muscles tensed, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Then he heard a soft meow.

Meow~

He looked down and saw a small black cat crouching at his feet, its eerie green eyes staring at him.

Lance cast [Detect Invisibility] on himself, and Little Black, as a magical pet, was also able to enjoy the same vision effect.

Grell was stunned.

"How come there's a cat? How come I didn't notice it? That shouldn't be the case..."

This was his first thought.

Could it be...?!

The next second, a very human-like mocking expression appeared on the cat's face, and it raised its paw.

[Second-Circle Spell - Human Freeze!]

"wrong!"

"This cat can use magic!"

Grell's body stiffened abruptly.

He stared wide-eyed and realized he couldn't move.

The muscles were frozen, the limbs were completely unresponsive, and even the fingers could not be moved.

"Damn it, I was careless!"

He tried to shout, but he couldn't open his mouth; all he could make was a "hoarse" sound.

Little Black tilted its head and looked at him, saying softly, "Hello, human~"

The sound was quite clear and pleasant.

But Grell felt a chill run through his body, a cold sensation shooting from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

A cat that can talk and cast second-level spells.

What the hell is this monster?

How powerful must its owner be?

'Elite-level mage? Even... Exemplary-level?!'

Little Black raised its other paw.

The tips of its claws gleamed with a ghastly green light.

[Zero-level spell - Mana Burst!]

A ghastly green beam of light shot out from the claw tip, but it was too close and struck Grell directly in the abdomen.

"puff--!"

Flesh and blood exploded.

Grell had a fist-sized hole in his abdomen, from which blood and fragments of intestines gushed out.

He grunted, his body blasted backward, crashing into the gravel three meters away, and rolling twice.

But he wasn't dead yet; a magic energy blast that didn't hit a vital spot wasn't enough to kill him.

Xiao Hei walked over with small, quick steps, looking down at him.

"Hey, still so energetic?" It tilted its head, its voice tinged with surprise.

Greer stared wide-eyed at the cat.

Blood gushed from the wound in his lower abdomen, staining the rubble beneath him.

He tried to speak, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was blood and foam.

Little Black raised its paw again.

The tips of its claws gleamed with a golden light.

[First-level spell - Holy Slash!]

A golden blade of light extended from the tip of the claw, three feet long, with its edges gleaming with a holy white light.

Xiao Hei waved gently.

The light blade sliced ​​across Grell's chest.

A deep, bone-revealing wound ran from his shoulder to his abdomen.

The skin and flesh were rolled up, the ribs were broken, and the internal organs were vaguely visible.

Grell let out a scream, his voice so shrill it was inhuman.

His body convulsed twice, and the blood gushed out even faster.

But he wasn't dead yet; he had only one last breath left.

Xiao Hei retracted its light blade, took small steps to stand in front of him, and looked down at him.

"So you're the one who tried to ambush my master?"

Xiao Hei tilted its head and looked at him for a few seconds, then turned its head and called out softly in Lance's direction.

"Master, should we kill this person?"

Her voice was sweet and soft, but it carried an indescribable coldness, as if she were asking what to eat for dinner.

Its owner…

Grell struggled to turn his eyes and look at the silver-haired half-elf not far away.

The mage remained standing, the fire and wind spirits hovering on his shoulders. The flames flickered, and the gentle breeze murmured, like two loyal hunting dogs awaiting their master's command.

Grell suddenly remembered what Captain Edric had said before they set off—"Judging from their age and equipment, those two half-elves aren't anything special."

He couldn't help but think to himself:

"Captain, oh Captain, you've really put us through a lot!"

Lance's gaze swept over Grell as if he were looking at an object.

"Let's spare them for now." His voice was calm.

"I'm still planning to investigate some information. Xiao Hei, you keep an eye on him for now."

"Okay, meow~"

Little Black nodded, then turned back and looked down at Grell.

"Then you should live for now."

It blinked, its tone innocent and naive.

Grell opened his mouth, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat.

Lance withdrew his gaze and glanced at the battlefield.

The two level 7 warriors are still fighting with Dulak and his group.

Edric and Wald, one on the left and one on the right, originally intended to charge towards Lance.

Drak blocked Edric's attack, and three dents appeared on his shield.

Greta and Wald clashed, their two-handed swords and greatswords exchanging blows and sparks flying.

But she didn't back down an inch, clinging tightly to Wald.

Finn and Celine are exchanging shots.

Both of them sustained injuries, but they were in minor places.

Logan was clever; he kept lurking on the edge of the battlefield, looking for an opportunity to stab the wanderer—only to find that the wanderer had been completely dominated by Blackie, and the expression on his face was priceless.

Taking advantage of Valdry's exposed back, Lance raised his hand.

[Second-level spell - Lesser Spirit Bomb!]

A blue energy ball flew out from Lance's palm, trailing a streak of light, heading straight for Wald Lulu.

It hit him in the back, blasting open a bloody hole, leaving him a bloody mess.

He groaned, staggered two steps, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it..."

The fire spirit and the wind spirit shot out simultaneously.

The flaming arrow struck him in the chest, charring his flesh and sending up blue smoke.

The wind blade slashed towards his face, cutting from his left eyebrow all the way to his chin.

Wald swayed, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

[Defeat 1 Level 7 Human Warrior, gain 350 experience points!]