Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 563 The Mage's Tricks

Upon learning that their opponents were merely heavily armored warriors with superior equipment, the sailors, who had been taken aback, became quite enraged. They hurled all sorts of vulgar insults at their opponents while eagerly preparing to unleash their scimitars and rapiers.

Even more insidious individuals would quietly use obstacles in the cabin or their companions as cover to set up crossbows and prepare for a brutal attack.

If it weren't for the fact that large projectile weapons were all housed on the deck or in the top deck compartments, they would have even considered using ballistae for backstabbing.

Kegan and his companions noticed the sailors and pirates' little tricks but didn't care much. Numerous tests and drills had already verified the reliability of their power armor, so no matter how these slave traders tried to cause trouble, they couldn't make a fuss.

Four pairs of bright red eyes were fixed on Omar, who was surrounded by people dressed as a spellcaster.

The idea of ​​"capturing the king first" popped into the minds of the four men simultaneously.

Boom!
Under the trampling of steel armor, the thick deck trembled and shook like a drumhead. The dull rumble of thunder, accompanied by the creaking of the wooden planks unable to bear the weight, pounded into the sailors' eardrums, shattering their newly raised fighting spirit and courage from their hearts to their very core.

This isn't an iron turtle, it's clearly an armored rhinoceros. Teasing this thing is practically suicide.

Those who were initially eager to try and hesitant to advance suddenly changed color and scattered in panic to avoid the attack.

In such a rush, how could anyone be safe? Unfortunately, the unlucky few who were right in the middle of it all tried to roll and dodge, but could only watch helplessly as the armored vehicle charged towards them like a galloping horse.

Scattered everywhere, bones broken and tendons snapped; if the space for the sprint hadn't been limited, the outcome would likely have been even worse.

The sailors at the rear frantically pulled the triggers of their crossbows to try to cover their comrades, but a sparse volley of arrows came but didn't even manage to graze the surface of the monster armor.

Its explosive speed was even more unexpected, rendering the strategy of accurately striking the opponent's joints and eyes a mere pipe dream.

They were just pirate sailors making a living at sea, not rangers who relied on their archery skills.

What a bunch of good-for-nothings! I really shouldn't have had any expectations of these scoundrels.

Omar coldly watched the sailors' clumsy, chaotic performance, then a short incantation vibrated from his throat. With a wave of his hand, a dark, writhing mass of astral grease was summoned and spread out in the path of the four-man charge.

The greasy fabric, combined with the already swaying and rocking cabin, makes it a question of how these few lumps of iron will maintain their balance.

However, due to the limitations of the battlefield, the classic teppanyaki combination of grease and burning hands could not be used.

Looking at Omar, who had tripped and fallen, turning his charge into a sliding kneeling motion, he thought with a mixture of malice and regret, while simultaneously casting the next round of spells without hesitation.

The wicked incantation rang out, accompanied by the flickering, bewitching light of the enchantment. A pale blue mist brewed and spread within fifteen feet of the target, and a mental fog entangled the prey like a spider web.

So, should I use the Chaos spell to turn these Iron Bulls into a frenzied, foolish madman? Or should I use the Frenzy Charm to manipulate them into a sweet, infighting battle?

However, Omar soon no longer had to worry about this happy problem.

A deep, pure light, as clear as smoky crystal, burst forth from the armor, instantly covering everything.

No, rather than covering, it's more accurate to describe it as filling or dispersing.

The mist was blown away as if by a strong wind, and the grease was as if it had encountered a powerful degreasing demonstration in a dish soap commercial. The invisible yet tangible force rendered all the mage's previous preparations futile.

Omar's incantation, which he was still guiding, suddenly got stuck in his throat. It wasn't because of fear; after all, he had some skill and experience, and he shouldn't be so helpless.

The mage had already identified the cause of the strange phenomenon—a spell-nullifying barrier. Within the twelve-foot radius of this restricted area, all arcane effects of level four and below were rendered useless.

And the spell he chanted, Confusion, just happens to be a fourth-circle arcane spell. What a coincidence!
Omar simply canceled the spell and frantically stirred the slurred thoughts in his head, trying to find a solution.

The strategy of direct confrontation was abandoned first, as his own magical skill was only at the fifth level, and his means of defeating the enemy were really limited.

While a level 5 spell can indeed penetrate the opponent's barrier, aside from the impact on its power, there simply isn't enough time to cast the spell.

Or should we just run away?

However, the portal is also a level 5 spell, and if it's interfered with by the opponent's barrier...

In a flash of inspiration, Omar instinctively reached into a pocket sewn into his robe and pulled out a scroll. He tore it open, chanted a spell, and guided the flow of the spell in one smooth motion.

A cone-shaped jet of green light, almost blindingly bright, shot out from the mage's hand, engulfing the dust from the burning scroll and striking directly into the path of the heavily armored warriors' charge.

Mayof's strong acid vomit!

Child's play, a monkey trick.

Wearing anti-magic armor and protected by a spell-nullifying barrier, Bard stared ahead without fear.

He knew the strength of the new power armor. Not to mention his own boss, even the Archmage had provided technical support and praised the finished product highly. How could he possibly compete with this mere level 10 mage mentioned in the intelligence?
Besides, the aim was way off to the side.

The green acid cone dripped down ten feet in front of Bard, corroding a deep mark on the deck with a terrifying bubbling sound.

The wooden planks, now pitted and blackened by various unidentified filth and the sailors' big feet, were charred and cratered.

Boom!
With the heavy hooves of the iron hooves, Bard's charge was unstoppable. Under the pressure of the invisible barrier, the remaining acid melted away like snow under the scorching sun, leaving not even a trace of dirt on the surface of the power armor.

After finishing his spell, Omar coldly watched the approaching enemy, took a few steps to the side, and drew out a scroll in case of emergency.

The dwarf noticed the enemy mage's actions and, somewhat surprised by the mage's confidence or arrogance, Bard had no time to think further. He quietly flicked the latch with the thumb of his right hand, which was holding the hammer.

Accompanied by a low, buzzing sound and vibration, a few fine strands of electricity snaked around and entangled on the hammerhead of the power hammer.

No matter what methods are used, this one hammer blow will end it all!
Boom!
As the battle boots landed, the swung warhammer traced several blue and white arcs in the air, the enemy was within arm's reach.

Crunch~ Click click click
The deck's groans of unbearable strain finally turned into a relieved cracking sound, and the scars etched by the acid were completely torn apart under the pressure of the steel monsters.

The horizontally broken planks suddenly sank, and the flat passageway now became a ramp to the next deck.

Four more rolling gourds.

Barbarians are barbarians. Armor may protect your bodies, but it can't save you from your ignorance.
Omar was secretly pleased with himself, trying his best to put on a calm and collected face, but he couldn't suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, as if he were performing a facial expression act.

If the iron tortoise turns the tables, then it can't blame itself for being in control.

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