The trip with the Capablanca is garbage, we have a few days, but we are not going where those abominations of the dark elves are, we are going to a sacred place for the high elves, I go prepared, there must be at least a few thousand runes not yet translated by our scholars, if only half are attack runes it will be worth it, as soon as we decide to go, all Caparojas prepare decryptors, adapters of their runes to our versions, To be able to have enough power to invade other cities is something we should not miss, our bosses agree, although I am a level nine mage, which means that I master almost everything there is to know about offensive magic, I still can't face anyone alone, not if I want to avoid getting hurt, so we all go, so I agreed to travel with some nerds who always think about doing good.
During the trip I began to see that they were not all the same, it is true that those who were present in clothes and attitudes Capablancas, slow, simpletons who only think about the good of others, but as I study them closely I can distinguish some subtleties, those who are of low levels and even two of the high levels are of an attitude that borders on the sanctimonious, Three of them took enough time to eliminate a small group of goblins who had no intention of attacking us, they were just passing by a few hundred meters from where we were playing, Without wasting a moment, they got up and went there, I could feel their auras rising as they chased after some little guys that didn't even measure more than eighty centimeters, I don't know what magic they used, but soon they returned with some organs of the beasts in question, When some of their group asked what they were doing, they insisted that they were using this as a supplement to some magics that they hoped would enhance the floral aromas of the gardens in the Storm Hammer, very suspicious since the effects of such magics do not require animal organs, but they seemed to believe them and did not return to discuss the matter.
I confirm that at least a dozen of these mages are not very reliable, I am the leader of Bloody Coin and I know very well when someone wants to see my face, I constantly see them preparing small magic, attack spells that would not kill a mid-level mage, yet they do not stop preparing similar runes, I am already a little worried, So I tell my people not to stop preparing some of their heavy magic, after all we have to face the possible annihilation of a very powerful mage, few pay attention to me because we are still far away for at least three or four days, anyway I prepare some gravity orbs and a teleportation orb, I am not such a high level mage just because I mistrust my people, I have to be careful with everyone.
Finally we reached the halfway point, at the edge of the mountain, where the Capablancas are discussing a lot, it seems they are undecided whether they should look for some defensive scrolls in a dwarf tomb, which is only a few hundred meters away from where we are, The two that I identify as "stupid" supporters insist that even though it is an advantage for the improvement of the villagers' lifestyle, it is a very big waste of time and it is necessary to hurry, the rest, which is the majority, insist that a good protection or support magic could be buried inside those walls that are embedded in the cave, which seem to absorb the heat of a summer day in a well of darkness and possibly enemies.
Although I thought they would refuse, soon one of the idiots came to us and asked for a few hours to check, as his companions claim there are records of a magical shield that negates any enchantment, I don't think even he doesn't believe it, but still, walking at this speed was tiring, so we set up camp outside the place, at midnight they entered.
I did not want to use dwarf magic, if you understand me, but if there was something with such a recognized war application, I could not leave there without it, so I used one of the few defensive spells I know and wrapped myself in a fog that drowned out the noise, the smell and even the voice, I followed this bunch of beings that sometimes seemed more frightening than the enemies.
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They are mad! At least that's how they seem to me and I'm thankful that the enchantment I practiced on myself in order not to be discovered, just when we arrived in the library hall, some of them started to scatter the corpses on the floor without much care, the fools were running around between the shelves, making little squeals of happiness when they saw an interesting spine and were disappointed because the information contained in the parchment or in the books was no longer there, When my eyes got more accustomed, I distinguished that a chair where the king should have been was occupied by a figure that perhaps in the past was elven, but now dark and twisted was just a churro lost in a crappy library and we came here when no one will repay us, that seems to think the two subnormal that approach to read the book that holds who is in the king's chair, that's when one of them explodes his head with a sacred laser.
It was so sudden that my control over the magic of concealment that I invoked almost disappeared, one second one of them is bent and the next his brains fall like a watering can on the dead, the remaining one is not so small, his shield was prepared as well as his resistance without a second having passed, he is face to face with the leader of the tough ones.
He rebukes him, but with that voice of knowing that the other will not answer, I look a little at those who are not so powerful, most agree with what has been done, but some are just afraid and seem to want to flee, then I admire the shield raised by this fool, The truth is that even with one of my most powerful magics I couldn't damage the shield the first time, he says that he is leaving and he will make sure that these traitors will never be admitted to the Stormpike, in response one of the level nine mages summons a lightning ball that hits the shield without any indication that it would work.
Just as I had thought, offensive magic is not their thing, at least I am happy that he can be victorious, it is dangerous what is happening here and although my superiors will celebrate, I think it is no longer time to think about defeating the Capablanca, if not this super violent sect, at this time all extend their hands, sensing another attack, the remaining strengthen the shield with protection and resistance against physical and magical damage, they laugh at him.
Like a macabre ballet, all begin to launch in small groups runes with equal magic, five fires, seven ices, six thunders a couple of lightnings, the shield is not an entity that needs to be controlled until the damage is superior, it is a barrier that nullifies the magic adding a little of the user to stabilize the integrity of the solidified force field, So even if they are not very powerful, they do not stop coming, hundreds of rays, dozens of ice balls, heat radiation and many other magics that consume only a small part of the magic of a magician of his level, but the magic rune can not with so many different and falls back with a red face and his shield turned into a mess.
He still tries to reason and perhaps this is an example of why the Capablancas do not deserve to rule, under his command and by tolerance related to his own character, many gangs and bands were formed under his auspices, they survive on bribes and others but never use magic, that is the only indication of where they practice, these Capablancas make way for their leader, There I see the son of the secretary of the Capablanca, he tells him that he appreciates the speech, but now they serve someone else, a small gravitational ball comes out of his hands, when it comes in contact with the defenseless I can only think that it is some kind of containment field, not that the ball will enter his mouth and explode everything from the inside, when it falls they turn around.
-Brothers! -He says, "Today we no longer serve the people or their common good, we have a new master, he is a Lord of Death, someone who will help us get the power to quench the thirst for knowledge we have," he says with his clothes soaked in blood, but neither his clothes nor those of the dead and twisted ape remain with this disgusting painter, his clothes quickly begin to absorb all the waste, I can even see a black flash in the dead man on the throne, I can hear promises of power, wealth and revenge, I have to tell my boss, I can't tell my companions, a difficult battle is coming, where I won't be the one to decide which side to be on (if there is a side between evil and just bad guys), but I know that whoever wins will be dead, although it won't be that easy, now I just have to think how to do it without being discovered. ... suddenly the domain of red capes and white capes didn't seem important, he had to talk to his boss, there's too much at stake!