In the dead of night, the wizard closes his grimoire. He has several spells ready for the next

day's battle. In a battle of this magnitude, unless you have the strength of Thomas the Great

Wizard, you would do well to be familiar with some of the auxiliary spells. The battlefield is

always the domain of the warrior.

Lambert and Newton have just come back from training. The Dwarf wants Lambert to teach

him how to ride today. The poor horseman is dragged to the stable before he is properly

groomed, and struggles to get the "race of the cave" onto the horse.

At first, according to Lambert, the dwarves were thrown off five times as they found that their

legs and feet could not be placed in the stirrups; A shorter horse was found, but he was

thrown off five more times because the dwarf was flailing about and couldn't keep his balance;

The dwarf found a way to tie his legs to the saddle, but because of his high centre of gravity,

he fell seven or eight times at every turn and leap, with both men and horses. In the end, the

horse would not get up from the ground, with a spirit of "I would rather be killed than fall to

death." Lambert had no choice but to drag the dwarf back with him.

Looking at the dwarves sitting on the back of their chairs with their hands stretched out in

front of them, simulating a charge on horseback, the wizard couldn't help but marvel at the

dwarves' strength. If he had fallen off his gallop twice, his bones would have broken and he

would have died.

"Tomorrow I will ride across the grass of the Whistling Plains, and kill the giants, and I will give

him a hammer on the left, and an axe on the right, and let my horse give him a hoof, whoo,

whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, the dwarf knight, the giant killer Newton, successfully drove

the raiders into the winter forest, and never dared to come south. From now on, Newton will

be engraved on the hero statue of Moonport City; Matches; Torak, the name of the Giant

Slayer!"

Lambert puffed out his half-drunk water: "Brother Newton, is your middle name Match? No

wonder you never said it. Ha ha ha, nothing like it!"

The Dwarf realized that he had let something out of his mouth. He blushed and tried to

explain, but the Wizard interrupted him.

"Newton, what did you say?" "The Wizard asked eagerly, suddenly getting up.

"My name. Do you laugh at me too? A match is a match! I have a better match than..."

"No, no, the one before your name!"

"I drove them into the winter forest and never dared to come south again..."

The mage clasped his forehead and remembered what had been worrying him a little. It was

that the giants had cut down a lot of trees the night before the battle. The Winter forest was

more than 20 kilometers away from the Moon Harbor City, and although his senses were

much better than those of ordinary humans, it was difficult to hear the sound of trees falling

from so far away. But now that he had heard the sound, there was only one possibility, that

the giants were cutting down the trees on a very large scale.

What did the giants want with all those trees? Vincent kept turning this idea around in his

head. This unknown danger kept gnawing at his brain power. But at any rate, the duke or the

knight must be warned about the situation, perhaps they in the field of battle would

immediately understand the giant's intentions.

With a brief word to Lambert and the dwarves, Vincent went to Duke Murray's residence.

Feeling uncomfortable in Duke Murray's quarters, Vincent simply moved out of the house. He

found a quiet room in the castle of the Knights of Mond and forced himself there. Mond

Knight, a paladin, would not do anything to himself. That's what Vincent thought at the time.

The Duke's house was strangely quiet today. Only two guards were patrolling the door. The

whole house was dark, and only the two rooms on the third floor were lit. Vincent calculated

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that it was the Duke's conference room. It seems that the Lord is still awake.

On guard at the door were two of the Duke's bodyguards, notoriously rigid, who interrogated

anyone who approached him. Normally, the Duke was around and the master did not have

to go through any inspection, but now, it was obvious that the Grand Duke could not save

Vincent the step of inspection. The master, who did not want to deal with them, simply

avoided these two people.

The house was very dark, few candles were still burning, and there was not a servant in the

service. Vincent thinks something is wrong. Using the two spells of perspective and Mage

armor, he gently walks up to the second floor.

"Do you understand? Do it tomorrow!" Vincent heard a faint whisper, and at once stopped

moving and cocked his ears. "Luna City's defense is indeed very strong, but it is not without

holes..."

Thomas!! It's him! Vincent couldn't believe his ears. What is an archmage doing here now?

Vincent quietly approached the source of the sound.

'Remember, this is what you call' the one '. Get some more men, I'll have a hard time moving

all that stuff myself. Don't worry about the rest. I'll take care of it myself."

'And what about that little Fath?'

'He won't make any difference to me, even if he's eavesdropping right now!

Vincent is shocked that he has been discovered! With just a wave of his hand, he is covered

in a variety of protective spells, and by using the sequence of spells he has learned, the

Elemental Shield and the Negative Energy Barrier are immediately activated. But at that

moment, from the direction the archmage was speaking, a dark red ray penetrated the wall

and struck the young sorcerer directly.

Vincent felt that all the magic protection he had on him was just a thin layer of paper.

A whirling sensation hit Vincent's brain at once, and at the same time, it was as if his intestines

and heart had been pierced by a long gun. Then the long gun twisted and stirred Vincent's

insides. Vincent could not bear the strength, his legs were weak, and he knelt directly on the

floor.

"Well done with the protective magic, but your tricks are things I stopped using decades ago."

Thomas, the Archmage, comes out of the room, smiling at Vincent. "My young student, one

of the rare talents in decades, ha, or perhaps the most gifted student in the entire history of

the college..." Thomas puts his hand under Vincent's chin and looks at Vincent's eyes, which

are completely black and without white. "Eyes of insight? Looks like that Castle guy really

taught you a lot! My most gifted student, you are not even close!"

"Don't talk nonsense. He's got other things to do," said a huge figure in a black cloak, in a

leaky voice, standing behind the archmage.

Vincent tried to concentrate his eyes, his black eyes through the black hood cast by the

shadow, see a pair of yellow eyes, black pupils vertical line, is emitting bloodthirsty breath.

"Ha, don't you know, this is a work of art, the work of the gods, this is a person! Ha ha ha, one

of the perfect creatures." Archmage Thomas pulls back his right hand, and Vincent's head

drops feebly. "Do you like the sight of precious China falling to the ground? The flying pieces,

the crisp sounds, know what they're saying? They're cheering freedom, ha ha, freedom..."

'Now, freedom for you! Thomas, the Archmage, raised his hand and uttered a dark spell. A

black breath swirled from his hand. In a flash, the hand smacks Vincent on the head. There

was no sound, no cry of pain, and the young wizard fell straight down.

The man with yellow eyes opened a door next to the passage and carried Vincent's body

straight inside.

"No one will come to see this room. This is a very nice place you have found." Thomas looks

at Vincent one last time. "Remember what I told you. Now, leave."