I am the Enchantress!

"Little guy, you won't even spare my other leg?!"

Gru shook his head, losing faith in the novice mage before him.

If it weren't for Wilder's mastery of the crowd control spell "Greasy Spell," he wouldn't have approved of this guy joining the team in the first place.

A third-rate mage isn't even qualified to be a meat shield.

If we try the same tactic again, poor Gru will probably be the one to throw the torch again.

But Cyrion sensed something from Wilder's serious expression.

"How do I try?" he asked tentatively.

"When you were leading the winged kobolds to attack Gru just now, did you notice...?"

Veldo's words startled Gru.

no……

I'm getting beaten up, and you're just enjoying watching others beat me?

"Normally they fly very high, but when they throw stones, they lower their flight altitude and hover for a while before throwing the stones."

As soon as Wilder uttered the second half of his sentence, Gru swallowed back the profanity that was about to come out.

It seems... that's really the case.

"Because their attack range is limited." Lyle, with the best eyesight, also noticed this. "You mean you want to take advantage of that..."

"Yes," Wilder nodded. "While my grease spell can't be cast on the cave ceiling, we can make the grease burn in the air!"

Although this is his first adventure in this world, in his previous life in the game, he had been a mage standing at the pinnacle of the continent more than once.

A complete tactical prototype had already taken shape in his mind.

"First, one person is responsible for drawing fire and gathering the winged kobolds together."

"Then, I cast Grease, trying to keep the casting height level with their flight height."

"at last……"

Before Wilder could finish speaking, Gru interrupted, "Finally, I'll throw that damn torch up there and burn those beasts to death!"

Cyrion shook his head: "No, the window of opportunity for the grease spell to stay in the air is fleeting, throwing torches is too slow."

"I can set it on fire with an arrow." Lyle pulled a piece of coarse cotton cloth from the pocket of his soft leather armor. "Wrap this around the arrowhead and light it."

"Tch." Gru snorted, as if his job had been stolen.

Lyle rolled his eyes at him, too lazy to argue with a dwarf who looked even shorter after sitting down because of his leg injury.

"There's another question," Cyrion noticed a problem, "Veldor, can your spellcasting really reach the level of the kobolds?"

It's definitely a bit lacking.

The level of spellcasting ability is closely related to [Intelligence]. How can you increase it in this situation?

"Wouldn't it be enough if you stood on this rock and cast the spell?" Cyrion offered a straightforward solution.

Wilder's eyes lit up; that would be a good idea.

but……

Wouldn't that make me an easy target?

The dull thuds of stones hitting the shield echoed in my ears, and the hardest white oak had already dented slightly.

He was certain that before he could even unleash his "Greasy Technique," his head would be smashed to pieces.

"I'll raise my shield and go to the open space in front of the rock to draw out the energy. You stand on the rock and cast your spell. Lyle, find the right moment to ignite the grease."

Cyrion held his great shield high, his face pale and exhausted, but his tone remained unusually calm.

All three teammates understood what those words meant.

Without the cover of the stones, his large shield could not defend all blind spots, and he would inevitably be injured!

"Cyrion..." Gru swallowed hard.

"We won't die! Just this once, if we fail, everyone rush out of the cave!"

Cyrion's great shield was about to give way; the tactics had to be executed immediately.

"You beasts!"

He leaped onto the rock, then pushed off with both feet, landing heavily on the open ground in front of it.

The warrior's roar echoed throughout the cave!

"Come on! Let's see if my shield is harder, or your rocks are heavier, you little bastards!!!"

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

As expected, the winged kobolds were drawn by the roar and gathered around Cyrion's head. They flapped their wings rapidly, and stones rained down like a storm.

Cyrion braced his hands against the shield, crouching down in a horse stance, the easiest position to exert force. The continuous impacts traveled from the shield to his chest, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

"Go on up, little one!"

Despite the excruciating pain in his knee, Gru grabbed Wilder's calf and lifted him onto the rocks.

On the other side, Lyle had already used a torch to ignite the cotton and linen cloth wrapped around the arrows.

Draw the bowstring.

All that's left is for Wilder's "Greasy Technique"!

Wilder stood on the rock; it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous, but to say he was nervous would be fucking pretentious.

Casting a spell!

He opened his palms, recalling the magical structure in his mind, and magic power slowly gathered at his fingertips, gradually brightening with a faint white light.

Sudden.

The light went out.

What's going on?

What followed was a deep weariness, like a profound emptiness of magical energy from intense hunger, that swept over the entire body.

Wilder's pupils contracted instantly.

Done!

I... seem to have run out of magic power.

From last night until now, he has used up his meager magical power by casting the [Greasy Technique] twice and his [Actor] special ability once.

"Aren't you... done yet?!"

Cyrion's voice came through, hoarse and tinged with a desperate despair on the verge of collapse.

"Wild! Cast the spell quickly! My arrows are ready!" Lyle urged from behind.

Wilder's mind went blank.

Hey!

What a trash mage, with so little mana!

If this drags on any longer, Cyrion will die!

Not only him, but without his big shield, no one could escape this cave!

I should have finished off those two kobolds last night; if I'd leveled up and gained a couple more attribute points...

and many more.

Wilder suddenly thought of something.

He looked up and saw five ordinary kobolds lying there, barely clinging to life, with grease scattered on the ground from their failed tactic.

Give it a try...

Wilder steeled himself and shouted behind him, "Gru! The torch! Pass me the torch!"

"Damn it! Isn't the tactic supposed to be to cast the grease spell? What do you need a torch for?" Gru didn't move.

"Quickly! Torches! Stop talking nonsense!"

Wilder didn't have time to explain; his roar carried an undeniable authority, and the pressure of 10 points of charm stunned Gru.

A few seconds later, a torch was handed to him from behind.

Wilder took the torch and, without hesitation, hurled it at the kobolds on the grease.

"boom--"

A sea of ​​fire surged up in an instant, accompanied by the low groans of the kobolds.

Wilder stared ahead, seemingly looking at something.

fast.

Hurry up.

Just die already!

at last.

On the semi-transparent screen that only he could see, a line of neat characters suddenly jumped up.

Name: Wilder

[Class]: Mage

[Level]: Lv1 (85/100)

(90/100)

(95/100)

(100/100)

LV1—Lv2

Level up.

Wilder didn't waste a moment, his gaze falling on the [Intelligence] column, a thought flickering in his mind.

+2

[Intelligence]: 11

In an instant, a soothing power quietly emerged from his body, flowing through his blood and spreading throughout his entire body.

coming.

He opened his palm again, and white light shone from his fingertips, slowly expanding until it finally gathered in his entire palm.

8 seconds.

[The Art of Greasiness] is ready.

"Lyle! Now!"

Before the words were finished, a layer of oil mist, larger in area and more concentrated than before, suddenly appeared above the winged kobolds, almost level with their bodies.

Lyle did not respond.

The only response was the sound of arrows being launched.

"call out!!!"

With a wisp of smoke and a bright trail of flame, the arrow traced a graceful arc and pierced precisely into the cloud of oil mist.

"boom--"

The firelight illuminated the entire cave.