Mage Legend

Beastmen, the abscesses of the Anriel Continent. In the eyes of those "civilized races," the way Beastmen live is like that of brutal animals; they are more like evil seeds left by demons on the ground. Every nation is constantly on guard against their threat, sparing no effort to exterminate these creatures. Yet, they still live on the Anriel Continent, relying on their exceptional breeding capabilities, they continue to do as they please, and they are even growing in numbers.

However, Morgan wouldn't care about what is recorded in books; he never bothers to think about where the enemy comes from. His brain only contemplates how to make the enemy disappear. As the dwarf gripped the warhammer in his hand and jumped off the carriage with a thud, the village under attack was already not far from them.

Although the village had made several defensive constructions, with walls and simple moats surrounding it, and a few wooden towers that could be used for reconnaissance as well as give villagers a good range for their bows, the number of Beastmen clearly outmatched the village's defensive capabilities. On the open field outside, lay numerous foul-smelling corpses sprawled haphazardly. Broken arrows protruded from the ground like a porcupine, and the blood beneath the bodies had already coagulated into sticky globs, attracting many flies for this year's final feast.

Macken hid the carriage behind the hill, then hurried over to join everyone. They lay on the grass, watching the tragedy before them.

The entire village had already been half burnt down, with the other half also emitting wisps of gray smoke. Evidently, the Beastmen were helpless against the tall wooden walls, so they set them on fire. However, to be able to retrieve food for the winter from the flames, half of the village was spared.

But what remained was merely debris; not a single human soldier was left alive after the walls were breached by the Beastmen. Those creatures with matted hair were rummaging through the ruins, sniffing around with their broad nostrils. A burnt stench wafted over, causing Soka to cover her little nose.

"What are we still waiting for?" Morgan's voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with urgency: "If there are still survivors there, we can't waste any more time here!"

"I saw two trolls standing to the north of the village, near the stream, where the most villagers were killed or injured." Lynch pointed a direction for everyone: "They probably ambushed the villagers getting water to extinguish the fire and turned the tide. Leave those enemies to Zilvra. Her weapon will teach those trolls a lesson!"

"Then I'll charge in from the front and show them my strength!" Morgan said. However, his suggestion was rejected by Lynch, the mage said: "Morgan, you and Knight Macken attack from the west, try to drive the Beastmen inside the village towards the east. Soka and I can just scare them from here."

"That works too." Macken said: "But will Lady Zilvra be able to handle the situation to the north on her own?"

"Just focus on your own task!" Zilvra replied, glanced at Lynch, and quickly left their hiding spot on the hill. At first, Macken could see Zilvra moving between the grass, but with just a blink of an eye, the knight could no longer find her trace.

"So she really is capable, that makes things easier!" Macken pulled Morgan's arm: "Come on, let's go chase the wild boars!"

"I just hope we have something left alive before they have a chance to flee east!" Morgan laughed: "Thousands of stones, let's take down these fools!"

Meanwhile, only Lynch and Soka quietly remained on the hill. The little angel occasionally glanced at the mage, then at the village, appearing very tense. Lynch gently patted her back to relax her. "Actually, we don't need to act, the Beastmen won't survive their assault."

Although the area Zilvra was responsible for was the farthest from the starting point, because her speed was the fastest, the battle there ignited first. With the help of smoke and grass, Zilvra swiftly and silently approached the few trolls avoiding the fire by the riverbank. Even without the cover of darkness, Zilvra, trained as a Drow Assassin, perfectly evaded all enemy attention, and their keen sense of smell didn't have time to react. A black shadow leaped out from behind the grass, and a lightning-infused blade instantly pierced a hole in a troll's head. Before the explosive power could take effect, another sword penetrated the second target's eye. Concealed under two muffled bangs and a sky full of flying gray-green remnants, Zilvra disappeared again from everyone's sight.