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As Emir and his group traveled at great speed with the Wind Brazier, the war did not stop for a second.

"... Eternal Icicles."

"... Infernal Sea"

Among the different battle classes, mages are considered the most proud and arrogant. There are only two ways to obtain this class: the first is as a baby, thanks to the efforts of their parents, while the second is by coincidence.

Whatever the way of getting the class, it does not change the main fact. The Mage class is one of the hardest to obtain, as hard as getting the Traveler class or even harder. Hence the pride and arrogance of all of them.

All this, taken to war, only creates a chaotic situation, as both sides want to prove the superiority of their magic.

While the magical military division of the Drial Cenit kingdom activated the magic [Eternal Icicles], the Castemira kingdom activated the magic [Infernal Sea].

Both magics flew through the sky at breakneck speed, leaving fractions of their power in their wake on. One side is scorching hot, and the other is freezing cold.

*BOOOM*

But neither side had a marked superiority

The only certainty is that when both magics collided, they created a shockwave that produced heat at times and cold at others. Particles of ice and sparks fell from the sky, but neither was harmful as the impact was generated far away from the soldiers.

But the war went on, and the event was quickly replaced by screams, arrows, and death.

***

[Rayan Alford] [Archer Lvl 22]

"Get the supplies ready!"

"Supplies ready, commander!"

The general can only be in one place at a time. That's why our group of 500 men has a commander specially for this task, whose name is Rayan Alford.

"Ready... Fire!"

*Fwoosh* *Swosh* *Swosh* *Swosh* *Swosh*

'- I see. He didn't get the nickname Golden Archer for nothing. Even though he hasn't shot his magic arrows, his potential is quite high even with normal arrows,' Hernan thought.

At some point, General Hernan's look stopped being as annoying as before; apparently, he already came to a conclusion. It's a good thing he did it fast. It gives me chills down my sword that a handsome man is constantly looking at me.

The arrows flew for a short period of time in the air and then reached the enemy.

"Archers in the vicinity, general!" shouted an enemy soldier.

"Split up! Five hundred men must leave at once!"

"Yes, general!"

'I have a bad feeling. The enemy general was talking to his soldiers while watching us. From his expression, he must not be planning anything good.'

"General Hernan, did you see that?"

"Hm... They have us in their sights, commander!" shouted Hernan.

"The enemy is planning something against us! We must move away immediately!"

Without hesitation, General Hernan took advantage of his status to make the commander take notice of him and not disregard his warning.

"Not yet! Keep firing!" Rayan replied.

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"What?!"

But in spite of this, his opinion was not taken into account. This quite astonished General Hernan, who for a moment showed his true face. Upon realizing this, he returned to his usual expression.

'I was right; he is a good actor. He is a general for a reason.'

*Fwoosh* *Swosh* *Swosh* *Swosh* *Swosh*

We fire two waves of arrows as a group of 500 Knights speeds towards our location.

"Commander-....!!!" Hernan shouted again.

"Not yet!" Rayan denied.

'- I know what this commander is planning, but he is not yet experienced enough to carry out his plans! Shall I use my authority to force a retreat?' Hernan thought.

Even with the general's warning, the commander didn't change his mind.

*Fwoosh* *Swosh* *Swosh* *Swosh* *Swosh*

"Wind brazier! Tactic Number Two!"

"Yes, Commander!"

On the third wave of arrows, the commander ordered a tactical retreat as the enemy approached us within 800 meters.

The commander again controlled the wind brazier; our movements at will were blocked, and we moved with the magic brazier in the center. At this, the enemies could only open their eyes in shock, unable to do anything to stop us.

Seconds later, we stopped 2 km from them.

"Prepare supplies!"

"Supplies ready, commander!"

And we repeated the cycle again, with the only exception that a new magic brazier was positioned in front of us.

*Fwoosh* *Swosh* *Swosh* *Swosh* *Swosh*

'I see. This new brazier simply increases the momentum of our arrows in such a way as to be able to reach the enemy.'

"We are under attack! Your orders, commander!" shouted an enemy soldier.

"... Retreat."

"Yes, commander!"

The enemy is smart. Realizing that we can pull away at any time, they ordered a retreat. But although our commander ordered us to attack them, in reality our arrows can do little and nothing to pierce through their shields and armor.

And so we continued firing...

Until something changed.

***

In a different location.

"I order the generals of all military divisions to carry out-..."

"Anti-Space!"

Samael Entrial's order was interrupted by Dorian Aranis's attack.

"Little Dorian, don't you have respect for your elders? Anti-Space!"

"We're already old, a few more years don't make a big difference," Dorian said, lifting his shoulders casually.

Anti-Space is a magic that creates a grid in the air. The more it advances, the more grids are created in it. It's practically impossible to evade, but there are still two ways to overcome it if you possess the skill.

The first is to nimbly jump across one of the spaces while evading the net, but the difficulty of this maneuver borders on impossibility. The second way is the one followed by Samael Entrial.

And that's the use of pure strength, combating magic with magic.

*BOOM*

The nets impacted so close to Samael that the shockwave attacked him mercilessly. In a second, countless wounds appeared on his body. At the same time, he was thrown dozens of meters into the distance.

'- Strange...'

Dorian's bad feeling increased as he saw Samael remove a hollow rod from his storage ring.

"Die" Samael smiled.

*Boom*

As soon as the magic flare exploded in the air, fireballs appeared behind him.

"You old fox! You dare to involve third parties in our battle!!!!"

"Little Dorian..." Samael grinned from ear to ear. "We are at war, don't you think you are asking too much?"

Dorian was speechless at Samael's words. Gritting his teeth, Dorian removes some magic shoes from his storage ring. The special thing about these shoes is that they have two wings on the back. "Sacrifice yourself!!!!"

With Dorian's command, the magic shoes glowed like never before, and then... They disappeared into golden particles, but in return, an aura surrounded his body.

"Sacrificing a magical object without mercy, huh?" Samael said, nodding. "I like that,"

"I'll settle up with you later!"

"Alright, alright. In the meantime, I'll take a HP potion," said Samael mockingly.

'- This guy reminds me of Cael. They're just as nasty!' Dorian was very irritated.

It's at this very moment that the fireballs started to fall on him. If it were any other time, Dorian wouldn't have the confidence to come out unscathed, but now everything is different.

*Swish*

*Boom*

By sacrificing the magic item, he unleashed its full potential for a short time, allowing him to run at breakneck speeds and, best of all... without any side effects to his body!

*Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom*

'- The mages must have been watching me all this time; otherwise, it would be impossible for these fireballs to be so accurate.'

The fireballs continued to fall on his position, but he managed to evade them deftly.

Two seconds after the last fireball fell, the aura surrounding him disappeared.

"Samael... I want to see you dance too" Saying this, Dorian removes a hollow rod from his storage ring.

Samael: "You old hypocrite!"

'- Not that you were older than me? Hahaha' Dorian smiled happily.

As soon as the magic flare exploded, fireballs fell in Samael Entrial's direction. Both of them had specially prepared mages to adapt to each other's battle styles, and for this very reason... they knew how to respond to the eventual attack.

'-I'll have to put that to use.'

Unlike Dorian, Samael did not improve his speed.

"Sacrifice yourself!" shouted Samael.

After the feather-shaped magic object disappeared, an aura surrounded him, and then... he started levitating.

"Catch me if you can, little Dorian."

With a smile on his face, Samael flew in the direction of the Castemira Kingdom's army. And that wasn't all; in the distance,... fireballs appeared once more.

"You old fox!"

Dorian had to sacrifice one item to escape the magical attack and another to chase after him.

'- The vanguard is falling at a steady pace, the infantry and cavalry are still maintaining a status quo, and the magic military division... Haa, they are slightly outmatching us in power' Samael sighed as he shook his head.

Samael Entrial did not sacrifice the magic item just to escape Dorian but to assess from the sky the progress of the war. He knew that only by flying would he be able to assess the situation, so he simply proceeded with the plans.

"I order the generals of all military divisions to make modifications to all formations. The enemy is taking advantage of the mobility of their archers... I want them dead now."

Looking to the northeast, he smiled.

"Let the traitors attack from behind," Samael ordered.

Everything seemed so perfect, feeling that thrill of being able to command a whole army while the air blew around him. But then... the aura surrounding him disappeared.

'-Ahh, shit!'

And he started to fall from 20 m high.