Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 68 The outside is full of my people

"I'll kill your horse first—"

The Shadow Thief was mentally devastated. He could still give chase, but his own spiritual energy was almost depleted, so he dared not take the risk.

They weren't far from the shore, and the dock was already packed with people; any later and they probably wouldn't be able to leave. The Shadow Thieves Guild was powerful, but they had enemies everywhere.

'The fairy took a step and soared into the sky.' Anser urged hastily, fearing Nornos might get hurt.

Before the shadow thief's blade could fall, in a flash, he and his horse appeared simultaneously fifty or sixty meters in the air, with a dense crowd below.

Anser had already locked onto him.

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"Innate Magic" + "Super Magic: Instant Spell" + "Immobilize Humanoids"!
The Shadow Thief's mind went blank, and a numbing sensation spread through his body, but he quickly dispelled it.

In that brief moment, Nornos' whip whistled past, sweeping him and the hook off their horses and tearing away a patch of bloody flesh.

Anser raised his hand and cast the Featherfall spell on the Shadow Thief. After a two-second interval, he cast the spell on Nornos. Due to the difference in speed, the man and the horse quickly separated by nearly twenty meters.

At this moment, he was pale, had a terrible headache, and only had a few points of magic left, but he dared not cast any more spells.

"Shoot him, and I'll pay a thousand gold coins—" he shouted as he pulled out his holy emblem and addressed the crowd below.

"Whoosh—" Finn, who arrived first, drew his bow and shot.

Seeing that someone had taken the lead, the other adventurers no longer hesitated, and a dense barrage of arrows, throwing axes, and bullets rushed towards the slowly descending Shadow Thief.

"Whoosh... Bang..."

The Shadow Thief was filled with resentment. He had been outmaneuvered time and time again, and his anger completely overwhelmed his reason. But he knew that this time there was no chance, and saving his life was the priority.

However, Nornos's teleportation and whipping were deliberately forcing him toward the dock. At this moment, he was a bit far from the sea. Helpless, he endured several arrows and threw his mind blade at the crowd diagonally below.

Anser had been watching him closely, and upon seeing this, he forcibly concentrated and activated his magic storage ring.

Three streaks of fire flashed through the air, disappearing into the midst of the arrows, completely inconspicuous.

[...The elite Shadow Thief was hit, taking 23 points of fire damage. Current health: 8/68]

"Ah—" the Shadow Thief cried out in agony as his figure vanished into thin air in an instant.

"Mind teleportation" is not as convenient as real teleportation. It requires first creating a mind blade, then throwing it, and finally activating the teleportation after the mind blade reaches the target location.

The Shadow Thief's psionic energy was already depleted; his attempt to teleport only after the psychic blade reached its destination was too greedy.

“There it is—” Anser pointed out the direction to the crowd in time.

The maximum distance of telepathy is over twenty meters, its advantage lies in its surprise. If someone understands this mechanism, they can predict it in advance.

So, the Shadow Thief had barely taken two steps after landing when a giant axe intercepted him.

After dodging the attack, another sword came from behind. He instinctively turned and slashed to the side, severing a hand and spraying blood several meters away.

"what--"

"Elite thief, everyone be careful—"

The term "thief" is a general term for wanderers, not just a specific type of thief.

The crowd regained their senses and stepped back, making way for a large circle.

The shadow thief pulled off his tattered hood and reached for his pouch, only to find that the strap had long since broken. He glanced around helplessly, despair slowly filling his eyes.

"How could this happen? I clearly had the upper hand..."

"What kind of stupid thief dares to cause trouble in Silverscale Bay? He's asking for death!" Ragnar roared, not giving the Shadow Thief a chance to refute, and swung his axe.

She heard that there was trouble at the Silverscale cargo yard, and when she arrived at the dock, she ran into someone chasing Anser. She wanted to intervene, but she couldn't keep up with the situation in time.

The two of them didn't walk; they flashed one after the other, from the ground to the sea, and then from the sea into the air, leaving everyone watching completely bewildered.

The heavily injured Shadow Thief was quite weak, and his defense and reaction were much worse than before. Faced with Ragnar's berserk attacks, he had difficulty not only parrying but also dodging.

Don't underestimate the Barbarian. Their core attribute is strength, making them incredibly agile. They can run fast, jump high, and have strong defense. They also have an extra "doubles" ability. They have a sense of danger at level 2, and their reaction time is also quite good.

Even if a rogue is two or three levels higher, it's impossible for them to fight a barbarian head-on.

In fact, from the moment the Shadow Thief decided to chase him to the sea but failed to kill Anser quickly, he was doomed, because Anser had a small "reputation" in Silverscale Bay.

"Bang—" Ragnar skillfully retaliated with the axe handle, slamming it into the Shadow Thief's chest and sending him flying. The sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard.

Without uttering a sound, the Shadow Thief rolled over and got up, trying to blend into the crowd, when a flying axe embedded itself in the back of his head with a bang, knocking him to the ground.

The crowd parted, and Ragnar strolled over, stepping on the Shadow Thief's head, forcefully pulling out his hand axe, casually shaking off the brains, and then hanging it back on his waist.

"What are you looking at? Those who are involved in the fight, stay. Everyone else, disperse."

[...Target dead, gain 810 combat experience]

Upon hearing the battle alert, Anser collapsed onto Nornos's back, his mind reeling and his arms feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds. The Queen Butterfly Cloak draped over him, making him look like a butterfly battered by rain.

If this were a game, he would definitely be in an exhausted state right now.

Blatt and Eamon, who had come looking for him, stood on either side of him, preventing anyone from getting close.

Finn opened the healing potion and fed it to Anser, who shook her head slightly: "Give it to Nornos."

Only then did Finn notice a long claw mark on Nornos's back, with a large chunk of flesh and scales missing—a serious injury for any human.

Nornos may look simple-minded, but he's a formidable fighter. He doesn't complain when he's injured; he's a ruthless person, no, a ruthless demon.

Finn poured a whole bottle of healing potion down its throat and then poured another bottle onto its wound.

The healing potion can be used both internally and externally. The recovery amount of a normal quality potion is 2d4+2, which is 4-10. For Nornos, whose health is 46, one potion is indeed not enough. Fortunately, this time it was only a minor injury.

Just as Nornos's injuries were improving, faint lights also appeared on Anser's chest. The wounds caused by the Nen Blade were quickly healed and soon disappeared.

He has a "life link" with Nornos; when one recovers health, the other will also recover the same amount of health.

This feature is very useful. For example, when Anser is seriously injured and on the verge of death or when the "anti-death barrier" is triggered and he cannot use potions, Nornos drinking the potion next to him is life-saving. It's just unknown whether it will be triggered when he has full health.

Heavy footsteps approached, followed by two loud thuds as the saddle was slapped.

"Are you alright? You look so weak."

Anser opened his eyes, and Ragnar's large face loomed large before him, startling him.

He forced himself to sit up straight and took a deep breath: "No problem. You killed a Shadow Thief, aren't you afraid of retaliation?"

“I’m scared, haha…” Ragnar seemed to have heard something funny and laughed for a good ten seconds. “I never knew fear when I was little. As I grew up, I learned to do the right thing at the right time.”

"Amazing. It sounds simple, but it's very difficult to do." Anser shook his head slightly, feeling a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, deep emotion) after experiencing this major crisis.

"I've heard about it. They're hunting down those troublemaking adventurers, but quite a few have been injured..." Ragnar said, only stopping mid-sentence.

Anser immediately understood, looked up and called out, "Blatter."

"here I am."

Anser took off his precious money bag and handed it to him: "The wounded and the participants all have a share. Give what you think is appropriate, don't be stingy."

"Okay, you can rest assured." Blatt nodded solemnly.

After the smoke appeared, chaos erupted in the crowd. Nornos injured and trampled many people while trying to save him. It would be a lie to say he felt no remorse, but as long as he didn't die, money could always make up for it to some extent.

"You seem to glow when you spend money." Ragnar was not surprised, but still full of admiration.

Professionals are busy working for money, right? Maybe it wasn't like that at first, but as they get busy, they forget their original intentions, and their dreams gradually fade from their minds, leaving only their selfish desires.

Seeing that she didn't mention the spoils, Anser had to remind her, "I'll pay the bounty, and I'll get a share of the spoils from the Shadow Thief."

“I just praised you. Don’t worry, it’s all yours, the corpse is mine,” Ragnar laughed.

"What do you need the corpse for?" Anser asked, puzzled.

"Check my identity. If I end up on the wanted list, I'll be rich, but you won't get any of that money."

“It’s all yours.” Anser waved his hand, knowing that money from wanted criminals wasn’t easy to collect, even if Ragnar had official status.

Moreover, accepting the bounty would be a slap in the face to the Shadow Thieves Guild, and they certainly wouldn't let it go so easily.

The soft sound of horses' hooves approached. Gwyneth, dressed in a moon-white robe, had a calm expression, but her eyes kept lingering on Anser.

"Oh, you only come after you've finished fighting. You really know how to pick your time." Ragnar's expression changed, and he suddenly became somewhat sarcastic.

(End of this chapter)