"Silva!"
Emery exclaimed when he saw her. The look of surprise and delight was evident on his face.
It had been three whole years since he last saw her. The 15 years old girl had certainly grown well throughout the years. The time of rapid development had brought a tremendous effect on her. There was a certain allure that fit well with her taller posture and certainly a much more prominent aura than the last time he had seen her.
A high stage, rank 9 acolyte with at least 7 pillars formed. Impressive indeed.
In that one second glance and observation, Emery finally realized how much he actually missed her.
Well, except for her insults.
Ironically, insults were the first thing she said to him after they hadn't seen each other in so long.
"You! Moron! Why are you just staring like a fool?! We are about to go on a battle here!"
Just like that, all her annoying habits were once again thrown at him like arrows. Fortunately, Emery was already used to her potty mouth and spicy tongue, making it feel more nostalgic than irritating.
The girl turned towards the hundred Kobolds, who were watching behind and quickly said, "Go! Attack! Protect your home! Kill the invaders!!"
As if they were intoxicated with a berserk potion, the hundred kobolds warriors shouted their war cries and charged forward, following in the footsteps of the pack of wolves that had joined in the battle that had just begun.
Seeing this, Emery quickly brandished his swords, while stimulating the spirit energy within his body, preparing to cast [Blink] and join the fray himself. However, just as he was about to disappear, the pale girl quickly stopped him by pulling his clothes.
"Are you courting death?! Are you really that tired of living?!" Silva reprimanded Emery in a harsh tone. "Moron! Stay here!"
A look of surprise appeared on Emery's face as he looked at Silva. The girl had just told all the kobolds to attack with those inspirational words, but based on her actions and words just now, she didn't seem to actually have any intention to join the battle herself.
Emery cast his attention at the battle that had already started, assessing the whole situation of the two clashing sides.
There were a total of at least 1000 Uruks combined from the three falling constructs. Those gray-skinned crowded the terrain with their presence, charging at the magus group like a gushing river.
However, no matter how scary they were, the Uruks would not be as troublesome as the elven magus. The two really couldn't be compared.
There were 18 of them. Each of them were fully armed with silvery armor and wielded a certain type of curvy blade. Emery perceived that 15 of them had similar energy signatures to that of Crescent-Moon magus, while the other three, who stood in front of their respective groups, radiated Half-Moon magus aura.
The three Half-Moon elven magus led their groups charging forward, but Emery quickly noticed these elven magus didn't fight at the frontline. Instead of heading straight and clashing with Chief Beowulf and the others, they let all the Uruks go first and charge towards the center where the group was.
Then suddenly, Emery felt the temperature in the surrounding area dropped drastically. Followed by the sight of a white fur figure floating into the air.
It was Chief Beowulf, who was channeling a powerful tier 7 spell.
[Frozen Stream]
It was one of the spells that originated from the ice element, but of a different branch to Magus Nimeria's [Sub Zero] spell. Instead of unleashing one large powerful blast at the direction the user wanted it to go, [Frozen Stream] was a spell that spawned numerous frozen blades.
It didn't take long for Emery to see the Uruks facing Chief Beowulf to be bombarded by those icy-blue blades.
The blades caused the temperature of the place they passed through to rapidly drop far below the normal temperature, slowing down the Uruks, who were about to overwhelm the group with their numbers. Furthermore, the Uruks who were unlucky enough to be hit by them instantly cut apart into pieces while its surrounding was frozen into a statue.
With just this one spell, Chief Beowulf removed at least two hundred Uruks off the table in an instant. However, it seemed this scene of cold massacre had absolutely no effect on the rest of the horde, as the Uruks continued to press forward fearlessly.
Magus Leon with his three enforcer colleagues: Jasper, Laban, and the newly conscious Michela held the ground on one side of the group, while Heorgar with Anna and Beatrice dashed to the other side.
None of the Uruks were able to match these magus, especially against Magus Leon and Heorgar. Each slash from the light-shrouded sword Magus Leon wielded or a seemingly simple punch launched by the demon wolf would easily send a powerful Uruk straight to its grave.
While observing the fierce battle, Emery couldn't help but become excited as well. At this moment, he couldn't help but think that with the three peak Full-Moon magus, they might be able to win after all.
However, as if she knew what Emery's mind was currently thinking, Silva spoke, "Those elven magus are very strong you know?! Don't let their energy signature fool you." Emery was taken aback by the unexpected information, but he could see the expression on her face showed she was extremely serious.
It was at this moment that one of the Half-Moon elven magus finally took action. He, together with three Crescent-Moon, shot towards Chief Beowulf, who was hovering in the air with their weapons brandished.
"Chief!"
Emery could see that, even though the elven magus were respectively one and two realms below Chief Beowulf, the latter was quickly overwhelmed by their combined assault.
Their incredible movement, speed and strength, coupled with their cunning moves and tacit understanding between each other, easily overwhelmed anyone who fought them. In a matter of seconds, Emery saw Chief Beowulf spit out a mouthful of blood after being bombarded by the four of them.
Seeing how his chief was being suppressed, Heorgar became extremely furious, but just as he was about to take action, one of the other two Half-Moon elven magus was already standing in front of him.
As if everything had been carefully planned, the elven magus immediately fought Heorgar, stopping the latter from assisting Chief Beowulf. He did an outstanding job at that, as the demon wolf quickly found himself unable to break away from the former.
Even Jigow, who was a strong mixed-blood mage couldn't stop Heorgar at his full strength, but the elven mages seemed to be able to handle the pressure quite well. This naturally made Emery panic.
"Move, Silva! I have to help them!" said Emery to the girl who stood in between him and the battle.
Silva scoffed when she heard Emery's words. "Moron! Do you really want to die?! What can a rank 8 like you do?!"
Even though Emery knew she was somewhat right, he still responded. "It's still better than standing here and watching helplessly."
After saying that, he quickly channeled his spirit force toward a particular nerve point.
[Immortal Gate – stage 5]
[Increase 32 battle points]
[Battle power :148 (200)]
Thanks to the previous buff given by the chief, Emery managed to reach a battle power that was said to be on par with a magus. With this, he was ready to fight.
The girl shook her head.
"You haven't changed at all, Emery."
"Hold it! Wait a few more seconds," Silva said quickly, when she saw Emery was about to blink away.
Turning his head towards her, Emery spoke in annoyance. "Wait for what?!"
Silva didn't say anything. She just gestured to the battlefield with her hand.
It was at this moment Emery saw something shocking. Suddenly, a figure came out of the shadow just next to Chief Beowulf, holding two large daggers.
The figure then quickly swung it to the unprepared half moon elven magus without the slightest hesitation. Caught off guard, the body of the Half-Moon elven magus was dissected aparts. Limbs were cut, blood splattered all over the sky, and the magus head was flown.
The surprise attack the unknown figure launched was so decisive, it didn't give any chance for the enemy to react. The fact the figure could easily kill the elven magus showed the figure must be a grand magus level. Emery was gasping when he realized this.
"Who is that?!" Emery asked to Silva. After all, her previous actions showed she knew about this beforehand.
Silva smiled when she heard Emery's question.
"That's my uncle," answered the girl. Then, with a faint smile on her face, she continued,
"Alright what are you waiting for! That is the cue! Let's go!"
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