Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

Redmond did not speak.

He lowered his head and walked back to the camp step by step, until he stood in front of the professionals.

"General?" A level 7 wanderer approached cautiously and asked, "Are you alright? That mage...?"

Redmond looked up.

His face, covered in fat, held a complex expression, as if he had swallowed a pound of bitter herbs.

"Assemble," he said in a deep voice. "All professionals, assemble before me."

The wanderer paused, then said, "Professionals, assemble? General, shouldn't we be...?"

"Assemble!" Redmond roared, his voice hoarse but still commanding. "That's an order!"

The professionals looked at each other, but still obediently walked over.

In less than three minutes, more than 120 professionals stood in several rows in front of Redmond.

Most of them were injured; some had lost arms, some were lame, and some had blood smeared on their faces, but they stood relatively neatly at this moment.

After all, they are a regular army, and they still maintain basic discipline.

"General, shall we counterattack?" A level 5 centurion asked eagerly. "Just give the order, and the brothers will charge!"

"Yes! Charge out! Fight that mage!"

"Let's give it our all!"

Someone else joined in the shouting.

But most people remained silent. They looked up at Redmond, then at the burning tents and corpses scattered around them, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

Fight back?

What can we use to retaliate?

The mage was floating in the sky, and fireballs rained down on him, but they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

That kind of performance must be from a top-tier mage; they couldn't possibly defeat him.

Redmond did not speak.

He simply raised his head and looked up at the night sky.

The professionals followed his gaze—

In the night sky, a silver-white figure stands, its long silver-white hair swaying gently in the night breeze.

Sky-blue eyes calmly looked down at the more than 120 people below.

The noise in the camp instantly disappeared.

The professionals stared wide-eyed at the figure hovering in mid-air, their minds blank.

"General..." the level 7 vagrant's voice trembled, "He...he..."

Redmond closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

Lance looked down at the group of people.

More than 120 professionals.

Two level 8 professionals stood at the front—these should be the adjutants he had observed earlier.

A level 7 player was standing to the side.

The rest are all level 1 to 4 grunts.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Thank you for your hard work," he said, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear in the quiet camp. "It's not easy to have to assemble in the middle of the night."

Those professionals looked completely bewildered.

What does that mean?

This mage... doesn't seem to be attacking them?

"My lord!" The level 5 centurion suddenly realized what was happening and knelt down with a thud. "I surrender! I will serve you!"

"Yes, yes, I surrender too!"

"I surrender too!"

A whole bunch of them knelt down in a flash.

In their view, surrender was the only way to survive. After all, while mages were terrifying, they weren't madmen—what benefit would there be in killing them?

It is common sense that capturing prisoners is more meritorious than killing them.

Even if this mage wants to use them as experimental subjects, he can't just kill them now! He should at least lock them up and torture them slowly, right?

That level 7 wanderer didn't kneel.

He stood there, staring at Lance, his eyes flashing. He had a premonition that he would die today.

Lance glanced at him.

"You won't kneel?"

The vagrant gritted his teeth: "What exactly do you want?"

Lance smiled.

He did not answer.

Instead, he raised his right hand.

Orange-red light began to gather in his palm.

Those kneeling on the ground were stunned.

"Wait, wait a minute, you—"

"boom--!!!"

The fireball exploded in the center of the crowd.

All those below the elite rank were wiped out, and even the elite rank professionals were severely injured.

But before they could catch their breath, Lance's second fireball arrived.

"boom--!!!"

This time, they couldn't escape.

The flames engulfed their figures.

When the flames died down, the three elite-level professionals were lying on the ground, their bodies charred black, motionless.

His dying thought was—what good would it do a mage to kill them by wasting precious spell slots?

[Defeat 2 Level 8 Human Warrior, gain 800 experience points!]

[Defeat 1 Level 7 Human Warrior, gain 300 experience points!]

[Defeat 12 Level 4 Human Professionals, gain 600 Experience Points!]

[Defeat 25 Level 3 Human Professionals, gain 500 Experience Points!]

[Defeat 38 Level 2 Human Professionals, gain 380 Experience Points!]

[Defeat 43 Level 1 Human Professionals, gain 215 Experience Points!]

Current experience: 5195/5000

Lance turned around and looked at Redmond, who was standing not far away.

The level 11 warrior stood frozen in place.

He stared wide-eyed at the charred corpses scattered on the ground, then looked at Lance, his expression incredibly complex.

"You...you..." His voice trembled, "Why did you kill them?! They had already surrendered!"

Lance raised an eyebrow.

"so what?"

"So?!" Redmond's voice suddenly rose. "They're prisoners! Surrendered soldiers! You—how could you—"

"Don't rush."

Lance interrupted him, saying with a smile.

"You'll die too."

Redmond was stunned.

His mouth was open, his eyes were wide, and the flesh on his face was trembling.

"What—what did you say?!"

Lance did not answer.

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

Redmond's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"You—you said you wouldn't kill me if I surrendered?!"

"When did I say that?" Lance tilted his head. "I just said that if you cooperated, I would consider it. Now that you've cooperated, I've finished considering it—and my conclusion is that it's better to kill you."

Redmond's face turned bright red.

"You—you liar!!!"

He roared, gripped his battle axe, and charged at Lance.

But he was too slow.

Due to the debuff from the [Slow] spell, coupled with the injuries sustained from enduring several fireballs earlier, he can no longer even utilize 30% of his peak speed.

Lance didn't even bother to dodge.

He stood there, watching Redmond charge at him like a clumsy rhinoceros. Before he had gone far, Lance's fireball had already been released.

The orange-red fireball hurtled straight toward his face.

In the current situation, he has no way to avoid it.

"boom--!!!"

Flames exploded on his face.

Redmond was blasted backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

[Defeat 1 Level 11 Human Warrior, gain 1100 experience points!]

Current experience: 6295/5000

The ordinary cavalrymen are now scattered and disorganized, some having already run hundreds of meters away.

Lance didn't manage to retain many either.