Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

Flames burst across the night sky, turning the southeast corner of the camp into a sea of ​​fire.

Lance hovered high in the air, looking down at the chaos below. The first fireball spell had worked even better than he had expected—of the thirty-odd professionals huddled together, only three were still breathing.

Two elite centurions lay on the ground, coughing up blood, their chests heaving violently, but they were clearly still alive. The other, with a missing arm, struggled to his feet and staggered as he tried to escape the inferno.

"Trying to run away?"

Lance raised his left hand, and a ghastly green light condensed at his fingertips.

[Zero-level spell - Mana Burst!]

Two ghastly green beams of light shot from his fingertips, striking the back of the heads of the two elite centurions lying on the ground. Their bodies stiffened abruptly, then fell completely still.

The one-armed man had only taken two steps when the second [Magic Blast] caught up with him. The beam pierced his back and exited through his chest. He collapsed forward, never to rise again.

The notifications on the panel were flashing wildly:

[Defeat 3 Level 5 Human Warrior, gain 300 experience points!]

[Defeat 7 Level 4 Human Warrior, gain 350 experience points!]

[Defeat 4 Level 3 Human Warrior, gain 120 experience points!]

[Defeat 8 Level 2 Human Warrior, gain 80 experience points!]

[Defeat 19 Level 1 Human Warrior, gain 95 experience points!]

Current experience: 1045/5000

Lance's gaze swept across the camp, searching for his next target.

In some areas to the west, more than twenty professionals were gathering. They had just rushed out of their tents and were huddled together in a chaotic manner.

Among the crowd were four elite professionals, who were loudly shouting and trying to restore order.

Lance had a sudden thought.

The second fireball was released.

The fireball traced a bright path through the air and landed precisely in the center of the training field.

"boom--!!!"

Another loud bang.

Another sea of ​​fire.

Without hesitation, Lance launched a third fireball in pursuit of speed.

"boom--!!!"

This time, those four elite-level professionals were unable to get up again.

[Defeat 4 Level 5 Human Warrior, gain 400 experience points!]

[Defeat 3 Level 4 Human Warrior, gain 150 experience points!]

[Defeat 5 Level 3 Human Warrior, gain 150 experience points!]

[Defeat 6 Level 2 Human Warrior, gain 60 experience points!]

[Defeat 8 Level 1 Human Warrior, gain 40 experience points!]

Current experience: 1845/5000

Lance nodded in satisfaction.

He turned towards the western barracks.

There is another group of professionals there.

The fourth fireball.

The fifth one.

The sixth one.

Every fireball that falls causes a sea of ​​fire to explode.

Every time a sea of ​​fire explodes, a dozen or twenty professionals are reduced to ashes.

Redmond jumped up from a distance, watching this scene unfold.

His face was flickering in and out of the firelight, and the anger in his eyes was almost overflowing.

More than thirty people.

More than thirty professionals, including three level 5 centurions and more than twenty elite soldiers.

One fireball spell, and they're all ruined.

And he didn't stop; he kept watching his professional opponent.

"Hold!!!"

He roared, gripped the blood axe in his hand, and looked up at the sky.

Lance hovered over a hundred meters in the air, the night wind blowing through his long, silvery-white hair. He held a black cat in his arms and looked down at him.

His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at an ant.

Redmond's pupils suddenly contracted.

In an instant, he understood—

This is definitely not an elite spellcaster.

Edwin Frostwhisper, the level eight mage in his own army, can only cast Fireball a few times.

The guy in front of me was throwing fireballs out like they were free, one after another.

At least level 9.

No, even higher.

At least his own level eight mage is not as good as him... no, he should be far surpassed by him!

The canonical stage.

It must be the paradigmatic class!

The thought flashed through Redmond's mind, and then—

run.

Run!

Others may not know that although he may seem reckless, he is actually far more intelligent than most. This sorcerer is someone he absolutely cannot defeat; staying here would only be a death sentence.

There's nothing wrong with dying for one's country.

However, keeping himself alive to deliver intelligence to the main force and continue to contribute to the Sassanid Kingdom would surely open up even greater possibilities for him!

So he turned and ran without looking back.

The level 11 warrior unleashed his full speed, like a raging bull, smashing through soldiers blocking his path and charging towards the edge of the camp.

"So unlucky, so unlucky, so unlucky, so unlucky!"

He ran while cursing wildly in his mind.

A mage of the Exemplary rank is someone even warriors who have stepped into the realm of heroes are unwilling to face, let alone a mediocre person like him who has barely entered the Exemplary Path at an advanced age.

Damn it! There's only one person like that in our Sassanid kingdom!

But according to intelligence, there should only be one Kingdom of Eriland! Why would it appear in a place like this?!

He ran even faster.

But he didn't notice that the silver-white figure above him had already locked his gaze on him.

Lance certainly wouldn't let him off the hook.

The bright "Level: 11" on his head was really too eye-catching.

Even if all the other professionals are spared, he cannot be spared.

His gaze quickly settled on the center of the camp—the towering figure was sprinting out of the camp.

Redmond Bloodaxe.

He ran incredibly fast, like an enraged rhinoceros. Soldiers who blocked his path were knocked away, tents were torn apart, and he carved a straight path through the crowded camp.

"Master, look! That general is running away!" Little Black also noticed him, poking his head out from Lance's arms and exclaiming urgently.

"They can't escape."

[Third Ring Spell - Haste!]

With a thought, Lance doubled his speed using the [Flight] spell, propelling him forward.

At a speed of sixty meters per second, it is much faster than Redmond.

He traced an arc through the air and landed in front of Redmond's escape route, hovering about 100 meters above the ground.

Redmond abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He looked up and saw the figure floating in mid-air.

Her long, silvery-white hair fluttered in the night breeze, and her sky-blue eyes calmly looked down at him.

The little black cat perched on the man's shoulder, its eerie green eyes fixed on him with a strange curiosity in them.

"Who are you?" Redmond gripped his battle axe tightly and asked in a deep voice, "Redmond Bloodaxe, vanguard commander of the Northern Legion of the Kingdom of Sassanid. May I ask your esteemed name?"

Lance did not answer.

He simply raised his right hand, and an orange-red light began to gather in his palm.

Redmond's pupils contracted sharply.

"Wait!" he shouted. "You are a Paragon-level mage, I admit I'm no match for you! But what good would killing me do you? Let me go, and I can give you—"

Lance:

[Third Ring Spell - Fireball!]

No matter what, when facing a Paradigm-level warrior, you should definitely cripple him first before considering anything else.