Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 83: Meeting with a powerful attack as a sign of respect
Anser set up his binoculars, shifted his gaze, and his eyes fell on the row of crosses by the river. He was startled.

Hanging above were not prey, but people—not natives dressed in animal skins and linen, but Faerûn people in well-made fabrics, exuding an air of civilization!

He quickly told Nornos to hide behind a tree, but found a lot of sawdust and debris floating at the junction of the river and the waterway.

'A ship's hull? Could it be another Faerûn ship that has strayed into this place?' He frowned; the situation was somewhat unexpected.

At this moment, the tribesmen were gathering, it was unclear whether they were going hunting or had already spotted them.

Anser patted the horse's back, and Nornos slowed his pace and quickly turned back, much faster than before.

Once aboard, he immediately found Salian: "Slow down, something's up!"

Salian immediately ordered the first mate to furl the sails, his expression tense: "What's wrong?"

“That primitive tribe is probably not very friendly…” Anser briefly described the situation.

"Are there many of them? How far are they from the riverbank?" Salian pressed.

"Not many, maybe three to five hundred people, not too far from the riverbank, a few hundred meters away."

"Your thoughts?"

"There are risks, but I'll listen to you."

It wasn't that Anser was shirking responsibility, but rather that he couldn't make the decision. Salian was the captain, and he was responsible for these dozens of people.

In a real danger, Anser could fly, swim, and even run faster than most dinosaurs on land, so he could leave at any time. But the ship and crew couldn't run away, because the two had different perspectives.

“There probably aren’t many of them who can go into the water. Once we’re out there, we’ll sail at full speed and avoid contact with them,” Salian judged based on past experience.

Such a small tribe would not usually have powerful professionals, especially since they were just passing through, did not attack anyone, and had no grudges against each other, so it was impossible for them to be attacked for no reason.

“Alright.” Anser thought about it carefully and felt there was no problem.

The Quesser has cannons on it. It's not good at fighting monsters, but it's good at fighting people. There are often cases of a warship raiding an entire village. That tribe should be grateful for their kindness.

"Everyone, get into position, prepare for battle—" Salian roared.

The crew members tensed up, quickly grabbed their weapons, and rushed to their respective positions to get to work.

Anser stood on horseback in the center of the deck, holding a magic orb in his palm. Compared to fighting on a ship, fighting on horseback was more agile.

The trees on both sides receded rapidly. After the elf ship rounded a giant tree, the current suddenly became rapid, and the ship drifted downstream, rushing into a river that was neither too wide nor too narrow.

Sunlight streamed down, falling on everyone's faces. They squinted, realizing there was no obstruction in front of them. The sky was high and clear, and their vision was expansive. The gloom in their hearts dissipated in an instant.

"The water is deep enough!" Salian's heart was relieved. After all, the elven ship was a pointed-bottom sea vessel, and shallow water would definitely not work.

Anser smiled faintly, raised the magic orb, and silently cast a spell.

""

Wind-making technique!
The wind around us suddenly picked up; a few seconds ago it was a gentle breeze, but a few seconds later it was howling so strong that people could hardly stand.

The sails fluttered loudly, the masts and hull creaked, and the ship's speed increased.

Salian stood at the bow of the ship, letting the strong wind whip his hair around, but his smile grew increasingly blatant.

He knew Anser's achievements, but not the specific details. He didn't expect that Anser would know how to create wind, a rare spell that most mages don't learn.

Unorthodox spellcasters have even fewer opportunities to learn spells; they prioritize learning spells for survival and offense.

The distant tribe spotted the sailboat emerging from the forest immediately. The hundreds of warriors who had already gathered rushed towards them without hesitation.

Their formation looked chaotic, with most people running and a few riding Triceratops, Ankylosaurus, Allosaurus, Hadrosaurus, and other dinosaurs. Various small and medium-sized dinosaurs were mixed in with the crowd and the sky above. At first glance, there were more dinosaurs than people.

'Are you sick?'

Anser never expected the other party to attack him upon meeting him. Didn't they have any brains? What were they after?

There were more dinosaurs than people on the other side. More than a hundred people ran with the momentum of thousands of heavy cavalry. An unstoppable sense of oppression came over them, and many crew members turned pale with fright.

Salian didn't have time to think, and shouted to reassure them, "Don't be afraid, we're in the river, they can't cross. Move the boats to the east bank, load the cannons with grapeshot, and follow my orders..."

This battle was unavoidable. No matter how fast a sailboat was, it could only travel at a speed of a dozen kilometers per hour, which was slower than a human running, let alone a dinosaur.

Seeing that the ship had picked up speed, Anser decisively stopped the wind-generating spell and focused on observing the dinosaurs and enemies. Most of these dinosaurs were small to medium-sized carnivorous dinosaurs, with very few flying dinosaurs and no Tyrannosaurus Rex, a fact he had already confirmed.

He focused his attention on the leading giant Allosaurus, which posed the greatest threat.

Because the other giant dinosaurs were herbivores, they looked fierce but seemed to lack the will to fight, and their steps were hesitant, so they quickly fell behind.

The die spun slightly, revealing the target information:
[Chief of the Dassorian Barbarians, Beastman, Level 8 Barbarian (Dinosaur)]

Allosaurus, a giant beast, Challenge Level 5

'Beastmen? Do barbarians have the Path of Dinosaurs?' He knew about the Path of the Beast Heart and the Path of Giants, but this was the first time he had ever heard of the Path of Dinosaurs.

At this moment, the dinosaur herd rushed to within 300 meters of the west bank, their speed undiminished, seemingly intending to wade through the water and pounce directly at them.

"Fire!" Salian roared.

"Boom boom boom boom——"

The ship shuddered, and four cannon shots fired in quick succession from the starboard side. A cloud of black projectiles scattered through the air, forming several fan-shaped patterns, before crashing into the dinosaur horde.

The dull thud of flesh colliding was like a death knell, sending people and dinosaurs sprawling wherever it passed, exploding into clouds of blood mist, with severed limbs flying everywhere, and wails and screams echoing across the riverbank.

The injured and frightened dinosaurs ran around wildly, trampling the wounded and crashing into the crowd. The barbarian charge was hampered, and less than half of the barbarians and dinosaurs were still able to continue their charge.

'Like fools, they've never seen a cannon before.' Anser felt truly sorry for the Faerûn who died at their hands.

The shells were quite lethal, but many also missed their mark; their value lay in the resulting delays and chaos.

"boom--"

The flame cannon fired, and an orange-red flame projectile landed directly in the densely populated area.

With a loud bang, the fireball exploded, covering an area of ​​four or five meters around it, and knocking away several dinosaurs and several beastmen.

The barbarian chieftain looked back and saw that the formation was broken and completely disjointed, with fewer than twenty barbarian warriors remaining by his side.

"Charge! Charge! Charge! Don't stop!" he shouted.

He didn't know much about artillery, but he knew that it had a low firing rate and that if you charged slowly, you would only be able to take hits.

At this moment, Anser had already activated his innate magic, his body surging with magical power, ready to unleash it.

Seeing that the barbarian chieftain was distracted, he immediately concentrated on casting a spell.

""

"Innate Spells" + "Super Magic: Powerful, Ranged, Tracking" + "Fireball"!
The magic orb danced, and a small, bright flash shot out from the fingertip, whistling as it swept towards the barbarian chieftain, traversing a distance of over 150 meters in the blink of an eye.

The barbarian chieftain didn't see the glint of sunlight at all, but his "wild instincts" and "crisis sense" made him exceptionally sharp. He was greatly alarmed and, without time to warn anyone, he rolled over and tried to hide under his mount.

But out of the corner of his eye, he clearly saw a flash of light that slightly changed direction and instantly landed on his shoulder and back.

"boom--"

A sudden burst of blazing flames swept across an area of ​​nearly nine meters, turning grass and trees to ash, burning animal armor, curling flesh, and even slightly discoloring iron weapons.

The heat was intense, the air was distorted, and you could tell from a distance that it was terrifyingly hot.

A circular area nearly twenty meters in diameter was filled with people lying down.

The barbarian chieftain lay curled up, motionless, his slightly rising and falling chest a testament to his still-alive state.

The battlefield was completely silent...

[...The Dassorian chieftain was hit, taking 43 points of fire damage. His current health is 39/82.]

[...The Allosaurus was hit, taking 81 points of (critical) fire damage. Current health: 14/95]

'Barbarians are tough. If it were a rogue, they'd be dead in no time.'

Anser narrowed his eyes, and once again, rings of magical light rippled across the magic orb.

(End of this chapter)