I am the Enchantress!

"I...I understand!"

Maeve clenched her small hands tightly, her nails digging into her skin; the stinging pain calmed her panicked emotions considerably.

As a junior pastor, there was very little she could do.

Add some minor buffs to your teammates, or use healing spells to relieve their pain after the battle.

Therefore, for a long time, she felt that she was a vague presence in the team.

But it's different now.

Because there are only two people left in the team!

Even mages have to act as meat shields, how can she slack off because of fear and hesitation!

Do what you can!

We can definitely do it!

"Leave it to me! I'll definitely wake him up!"

She nodded emphatically.

Seeing that Maeve's expression had become much more resolute, Wilder finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's in!"

The four Wilders ran together, heading towards Cyrion and Gru's location.

The three kobolds, now emboldened, were poised to attack and posed a constant threat to the two warriors' lives; they had to be dealt with first.

The kobolds immediately noticed the charging mage and, shouting, grabbed their crude weapons and charged forward.

Wilder raised his staff and swung it twice.

The two kobolds immediately lost consciousness, staring blankly at their companion, and plunged the short knives in their hands into each other's stomachs.

Take care of both of them.

At the same time, Wilder also used up his ninth and tenth spells of the day.

The familiar feeling of magical emptiness swept over him once again.

But there was no time to worry about that now; the remaining kobold had already raised its spiked club and slammed it down heavily on one of Wilder's clones.

"Bang!"

The clone was attacked, its whole body paused, and its body gradually became transparent.

The kobolds, seeing no blood after their attack, stared in disbelief at the strange scene before them.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wilder stepped forward and plunged the dagger in his hand into its neck.

The dog-headed man fell to the ground.

The three ordinary kobolds have been dealt with.

"Aww!!!"

The kobold priest inside the tunnel let out a roar, and a beam of red light shot out at incredible speed toward Wilder.

There was no time to dodge; one of the clones was hit, and it slowly disappeared the moment it stopped moving.

Only one clone remains.

Wilder had no time to think. He flashed behind Cyrion, using him as a human shield, and plunged the dagger in his hand into Cyrion's arm.

"Pfft—"

Fresh blood slowly flowed from the blade.

Cyrion shuddered, but stopped moving and remained frozen in place.

"Wasn't it inserted hard enough...?"

Wilder didn't stab an artery with his dagger; he even chose what he considered the safest spot.

He wasn't an expert in melee weapons and didn't know where to stab most painfully or where to stab fatally, fearing that stabbing too hard would directly kill his teammate.

This concern meant that the pain inflicted on Cyrion by the dagger was insufficient to bring him back to his senses.

"Don't blame me!"

Wilder took a deep breath, pulled out his dagger, and plunged it into Cyril's thigh again.

This time the force was greater, and the location was deeper.

Compared to the slow bleeding before, this time the blood gushed out directly!

"ah!!!"

Cyrion let out a scream, his whole body trembling violently, and he probably regained consciousness.

"Cyrion! You're awake..."

Before Wilder could finish speaking, a red beam of light, like a dragon, silently arrived and struck Cyrion with a "bang".

The soldier, who had just been awakened by the excruciating pain, shuddered again, his eyes momentarily glazed over, and he froze on the spot, motionless.

Only the wound on his thigh continued to spurt blood.

"Well……"

Wilder looked at Cyrion, whose lower body was covered in sticky blood, and felt that if he stabbed him again, he might be ruined.

How about trying Gru?

In a daze, another red beam shot out from the tunnel, this time targeting Wilder's last clone.

"Bang!"

The clone disintegrated and dissipated into the air in the instant it was still.

There are no more clones.

Wilder gasped.

What should we do now?

He looked into the distance and saw Maeve repeatedly slashing Lyle's arm with a dagger, leaving bloody marks on it.

She probably encountered the same problem as Wilder.

This was expected; he didn't have high hopes for this novice pastor.

Wilder's mind was in turmoil; he didn't know what choice to make.

He had very little magic power left in his body, and he had a premonition that he could only cast one more spell at most.

Should we use [Mirror Image] to stall for time until our teammates wake up?

Or should we charge forward and use the [Command] to fight to the death?

Or perhaps we could find an angle to lock onto that damned priest and launch a sneak attack with [Magic Missile]?

Different tactics flashed through his mind, but none of them offered a 100% chance of success.

in the end……

Before he could think any further, a dark brown figure suddenly appeared from the tunnel entrance.

Dog-headed sacrificial ceremony.

Out!

Like Wilder, it couldn't find the other's position in the tunnel.

The effects of [Fear Spell] and [Human Freeze Spell] are limited in duration; they must be used to control everyone before others recover, and then kill them one by one.

Now, it's the final showdown!

The kobold priest seemed to have cast a spell on himself beforehand, as his speed was extremely fast, far exceeding that of ordinary kobolds.

Before Wilde could think too much about which spell to use, it had already moved to his opposite side.

Taking another step, their positions intersected, and they saw each other at the same time.

Target spotted!

The kobold priest had already prepared the spell, the faint light of the spell gathering between his dark brown claws, and he unleashed it at Wilder without hesitation.

A deep red beam shot out, leaving Wilder nowhere to hide.

There's no time to prepare the spell; it must be cast instantly now.

"Don't move!!!"

Wilder roared at it, and a powerful surge of magical energy drained the last bit of magic from his body, giving it all away.

Almost simultaneously.

As the kobold priest was controlled by the [Command], the red beam of light struck Wilder.

He could clearly feel a surge of extremely aggressive magical power flowing into his sea of ​​consciousness, attempting to seize his consciousness.

But his consciousness seemed even more ferocious, colliding head-on with that magical power, causing turbulent waves to surge in his mind.

"Bang!"

Wilder opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he had not been frozen in place by the [Human Freeze Spell].

This is……

Exempted?

Is it because of the high charm value of 12 points?

There was no time to analyze the cause; the command only lasted three seconds.

Wilder must kill the kobold priest on the other side immediately.

They were still some distance apart, and by the time Wilder rushed to its side and pulled out his dagger, the beast would probably have already regained consciousness.

But he no longer possessed any magical powers.

damn it.

Rinse it!

Just as Wilder was about to rush out, a golden wisp of light suddenly drifted from afar and surrounded him.

A gentle, warm sensation flowed slowly through my body.

This is……

Magic power?

Not far away, Maeve, who had given up on waking Lyle with the dagger, was facing him, her two small hands placed in front of her chest, forming a triangle.

Arcane Restoration

"Do what you can!"