Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 84 No one can fight to the last drop of blood.
The powerful fireball spell was incredibly effective, wiping out the beastmen within its range in one wave. However, the barbarian chieftain and the dinosaurs were not killed, but only seriously injured.

Attributes and health are merely quantifications of a creature based on dice rolls; almost no one can fight to the last drop of blood, not even Anser.

The fireball spell has a strong instantaneous destructive power, severely injuring all creatures in one go. If a creature loses more than half of its health, its body will trigger a self-protection mechanism, and shock, coma, and incapacitation are all normal occurrences.

Anser had anticipated this and was about to deliver the finishing blow when he saw the barbarian chieftain suddenly turn over and stand up.

He looked down at his motionless Allosaurus companion, then roared to the sky, his body glowing red.

"Roar—" The sound was violent, fierce, and full of resentment.

At the same time, his body rapidly expanded, covered in black scales, his head elongated, his mouth full of fangs, his hands transformed into sharp claws, his legs became abnormally thick, and a long tail emerged from behind him...

Anser decisively cast a powerful long-range fireball, a bright flash shooting out and instantly reaching the monster.

The roar abruptly stopped. The barbarian chieftain had not expected the enemy to be so "despicable." Fortunately, he was on the ground this time, so he immediately unleashed "Rampage" at full speed and charged outwards. His bulky body was incredibly fast.

With a deafening roar, the fireball exploded, and flames swept in, engulfing him once again.

"What are you yelling about? You think you're the loudest?" Anser felt a sense of satisfaction.

[...The Dassorian chieftain was hit, taking 37 points of fire damage. His current health is 2/82.]

[Allosaurus died, gaining 1800 combat experience]

A series of helpful tips flashed through Anser's mind—it was exhilarating!

Although the barbarian chieftain rolled away from the blast radius, his skin was charred and rotten, and he was struggling to breathe while lying on the ground.

Within the range of the flames, there was not a single living thing. Animal armor and weapon handles were all burned to ashes. The oxygen was instantly sucked out, and the heat wave surged, swirling up ashes everywhere.

'This... is quite terrifying, and it even comes with special effects.' Anser couldn't imagine himself being hit by a fireball.

Theoretically, the fireball's destructive power decreases very little at the edges, but the closer to the center, the stronger the destructive power, because the instantaneous air pressure, heat radiation, temperature, and oxygen in the central area will subject the creatures there to multiple rounds of damage.

Furthermore, he discovered that ranged super magic should be paired with tracking super magic, as casting too far away would allow intuitive or quick-reacting professionals to dodge in advance, making it even harder to hit.

Anser cast his spell again, giving his opponent no chance to catch his breath.

""

"Super Magic: Ranged Spell" + "Magic Missile"!
A resounding dragon's cry echoed across the battlefield as three flash missiles whistled through a distance of over a hundred meters, striking the fallen, unfinished monster almost simultaneously.

The other person twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

[Target dead, gain 975 combat experience]

"There's no hope if you're not smart enough. Instead of practicing your shield and throwing axe, what kind of beast are you going to turn into?" Anser ruthlessly mocked.

Although I only have two points of super magic left, it's all worth it since the opponent's main force is dead.

Just when he thought the barbarian tribe would collapse, the previously demoralized crowd suddenly became energized, screaming and charging forward again.

'Strange.' Anser looked puzzled.

Salian snapped out of his daze and immediately gave the order: "Continue loading grapeshot, fire freely—"

He was in an incredibly good mood. In this time, place, and environment, what does it feel like to have an elite spellcaster in your team who can still cast spells normally? It gives you an overwhelming sense of security.

He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. There were still nine rounds left in the flame cannon, and the ammunition for the ordinary cannons was plentiful. Today, he would show these natives the weapons of war from Faerûn.

"boom……"

The cannons roared, keeping the giant herbivorous dinosaurs at bay; their size made them difficult to dodge.

However, having witnessed the power of cannons, the beastmen were more cautious. They did not rush in head-on, but instead approached in a scattered manner, drawing their javelins from their backs at the same time.

This is their traditional skill!

Anser had also wanted to prepare a wind wall spell as a defense, but he realized that he had overestimated these beastmen.

The Quese was still sailing on the river, with the beastmen warriors and dinosaurs chasing it from the shore. The speed was not fast, and before it entered Anser's normal firing range, it was picked off one by one by the archers such as Salian and Finn, saving them the trouble of firing cannonballs.

Anser simply rode his horse off the deck, and as the natives approached, he raised his hand and fired a freezing ray.

With a hiss, a white line flashed through the air, leaving behind a trail of mist that drifted away in the wind.

The fastest Deinonychus fell to the ground, its upper body covered in white frost, its breath exhaling icy air.

A fraction of a second later, another freezing ray struck, penetrating its brain and completely freezing its meager brain matter.

Anser smiled. Lately, he preferred using the Freeze Ray; it was fast to cast, had a high projectile speed, and dealt high damage—perfect for clearing out mobs. "Whoosh—"

Several javelins were shot at, but Nornos easily jumped away.

Seventy or eighty meters is almost the maximum lethal range for a regular javelin, but it was just right for Anser.

After losing twenty or thirty dinosaurs and beastmen, the enemy completely collapsed, stopped chasing, and started running back in a scattered manner.

Especially the Triceratops, Ankylosaurus, and Hadrosaurus riders trailing behind, who just followed along the whole way, but kept dragging their feet. The riders were all baring their teeth and looking furious, but their mounts weren't very cooperative.

Anser was a little envious. He waved for Salian to go first, and rode behind on horseback.

Every now and then, a freezing ray would be fired, reaping experience bit by bit. None of the beastmen and dinosaurs dared to turn around; those who did turn around were already hard.

Anser, alone on horseback, chased after a group of dinosaurs and dozens of people. This time, the Triceratops was in the lead, and anyone who didn't know better would think it was scrambling to get the food.

Suddenly, a commotion arose in the distance; shouts and sounds of fighting drifted on the wind.

Anser immediately stopped and looked towards the beastman tribe. He discovered that hundreds of tall, green-skinned humanoid monsters had appeared from the direction of the land. They rushed into the beastman tribe and killed anyone they saw.

'What's going on here? A mortal enemy?'

But the enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend, so he quietly retreated, not intending to get involved in this chaotic fight.

At this moment, a group of green-skinned monsters split off to intercept the beastman warriors. One of them ran straight toward Anser and waved to him from afar.

"Your Excellency, we mean no harm." (Dragon's voice)

Anser was taken aback. He understood; it was dragon language!
Compared to Toril's dragon language, their dragon language is softer and has a stronger nasal tone.

Dragon language is very ancient and very difficult to learn. Most races are unable to produce accurate dragon language words due to physiological limitations.

As the other person drew closer, Anser finally saw his true face.

He was taller and stronger than a human, at least two and a half meters tall, covered in green scales, with a lizard head, sharp claws, and a long tail, making him look exactly like a large, upright lizard.

'Lizard people? '

The die spun slightly, detecting the target information:

[Lizard King, Medium-sized Elemental Creature, Challenge Level 5]

'Elemental beings?'

This has already touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.

All he knew was that lizardmen were generally absolutely neutral, lived in swamps or forests, could swim, could dig burrows, possessed magical abilities, and spoke dragon language and primal languages.

The Lizardman King stopped several dozen meters in front of Anser, a hint of awe in his yellow pupils.

"Your Excellency, we are from the Green Swamp Tribe. My name is Giant Tail, and I am the king of the tribe."

"Is that the swamp over there?" Anser asked, pointing to the swamp on the west side of the distant lake.

“Yes.” The lizardman king grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, looking somewhat ferocious. “We have a long-standing feud with the Dassor barbarians. We happened to see what was happening and came to help…”

"Hmm." Anser remained expressionless, not exposing their lie. Perhaps the lizardmen had arrived long ago, only daring to emerge after witnessing the defeat of the Dasso barbarians.

"Your Excellency may not be aware, but the Dasso barbarians worship Uta'o, the father of dinosaurs, and believe that dinosaurs are Uta'o's children. They regard any creature that dares to hunt dinosaurs as a mortal enemy, and will fight to the death..." Giant Tail explained.

"I see." Anser suddenly realized. This matter sounded a bit strange, but it wasn't hard to understand.

According to the Giant Tail, the Dasso barbarians are widely distributed. When they reach adulthood, they will establish a soul bond with a dinosaur through a "Dragon Seeking Ritual" to fight and survive together, making them very powerful.

They regarded dinosaurs as their comrades, and attacked any creature that had been stained with dinosaur blood without exception.

This includes dragon-like creatures!

The Dasso barbarians only respect Utau, and even dragons cannot subdue them. Moreover, the largest Dasso tribes actually support several super-giant dinosaurs, whose strength is no less than that of ordinary dragons, so they have some reason to be arrogant.

Are there any Dassault tribes nearby?

"Yes, three hundred li further south..."

"where is this place?"

"Emerald Plains, to the north is the Dinosaur Forest..." Giant Tail didn't even think about it.

(End of this chapter)