Vincent is flying in mid-air and he can see the whole battlefield clearly. Moon City's defensive system is becoming increasingly compressed and less efficient. Large numbers of soldiers crowded together, all wanting to fight. But the little battlefield space in the wall did not allow them to spread out at all. The giants used their powerful bodies to hold onto the key stairs and hold back the flood of human soldiers. By focusing intently on the humans in front of them, they can paralyze entire defensive systems. The trebuchet giants, following them, rushed to the trebuchet position in Moonport City, where they found a large number of stone bombs -- since Moonport City did not actually fire many waves at the giants, a large number of stones were "accumulated" on the trebuchet. Now the giants began to use these projectiles to destroy the dense defensive battalions at close range. The soldiers of Moonport City were dying in large numbers. Vincent is in the air and begins to use attack magic against the giants. His favorite lightning bolt kept striking from the sky at enemies who wanted to throw stones. But the giants' strong bodies survived each lightning strike. "Even if I used up all my magic, it wouldn't have much effect." The mage was flying up and down in the air, dodging the stones thrown at him -- to be hit by any of them would be a disaster. Vincent began to change his tactics. He used the Dark and Fog-obscuring techniques against the various catapults. In this way, even if the giants find enough ammunition, they will not be able to attack because they cannot see the target. But this spell is not enough to change the status quo of Moonport City, Vincent alone can not change the outcome of the lost here. Now his goal is to find Thomas, the Archmage. Why on earth would this man want to bewitch the Lord, and who is this mysterious fellow with him? The Mage was no longer able to help him in the battle against the giants in the city, but he had another battle to face, a battle against the Archmage. A battle within a battle. Dozens of bodies lay sprawled in front of the central castle. Some of them had been pierced through their chests by lightning, and the charred wounds seemed to spark; Some had been burnt to black coals by the flames, and from beneath their warped, baked armor stood a black smoke that smelled of rotting flesh; Others were frozen into ice, with the terror of death still in their frozen livid faces; Others had been smashed into pieces by the power of the blast, their bodies scattered everywhere, never able to be assembled in one piece. Vincent tightened his staff, applied Mage armor, shield, protection against elemental damage, and negative energy barrier to himself, then placed the scroll case where he could easily reach it, and walked into the Central Castle. Inside the castle, the situation is not much better, the once tidy castle has been turned into a slaughterhouse, blood and dead bodies have become the most decorations. All that had been left of the famous carpet was a pile of charred coals. Beside it, the blood of a large number of guards ran down the slope of the ground, forming a river of still warm blood, emitting a foul smell that permeated the previously flower-scented dwelling. Two skeletons stood in the middle of the hall with the weapons of the slain guards in their hands, looking at Vincent as an uninvited visitor. The moment the wizard entered the castle, they pounced on him fiercely. Vincent held out his hands and fanned out in front of him. Flames immediately covered the space five meters in front of him. In the red light, the two skeletons melted into broken bones and scattered on the ground, stirring up a pool of blood. Vincent, fighting back the feeling of nausea, ran down to the ground of the castle in the direction indicated by the lying bodies. Through an open iron door, which glowed with torches, came bursts of wild laughter, Thomas's wild laughter. "Don't skulk around outside, I know you're coming." Vincent stepped straight into the room. This is a storage hall. Near the center, there are five piles of metal blocks. The silver-white metallic luster and unique flowing texture reflected above must be the precious material on the mainland -- Mithril. On the walls around it, squares of all sizes are embedded, in which are placed all kinds of weapons, armor, shields and all kinds of valuables, such as gems, necklaces, and various crowns. The room is not large, only about one hundred square meters, but it gathers most of the wealth of Moon Port City. Thomas was standing in the middle of the hall, with an unfinished magic circle at his feet. Vincent is standing more than five meters in front of him. "There you are." "Yes, Your Excellency the Archmage" "I don't know how you escaped my magic, Lucky? Strength? Or is there some magic item I don't know about. After all, Castle is very fond of you as a student, and it wouldn't be strange to give you one or two of his collections, but... ' "... You shouldn't be on the wrong side of me again." Thomas looked at the young mage in front of him with an eerie smile. "You are right, Your Excellency. But, as you see, here I am, standing opposite you." 'Why, my silly child? For a month Harbor City, for those ignorant commoners? For those bedbugs? Those rotting rats in the garbage gutters? You're a mage! A noble mage!" "For my friend, His Excellency the High Mage." "Ha ha, the would-be knight? That stinking drunkard dwarf? The doomed elf? Or the little file I threw into the Underdark?" "... What do you say, wise archmage?" Vincent stretched his scepter across his chest. "For the last time, I'm going to let your friend go. Now you can go!" "And yet here I stand, My Lord." "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! A silly little boy? You think you can beat me? Or do you think you can repeat your good fortune last time?" 'I, Vincent, challenge you.' 'OK, OK... Fight! I, Archmage, Thomas Dodge Disagammu, High Archmage of the Guild of Wizards, accept your challenge." "I, Master Apprentice, Vincent von Drachlan, Master Apprentice Middle Master of the Master Guild, now challenge you." Thomas suddenly froze. The Middle apprentice? How is that possible? In the ritual of a mage duel, each mage swears by his strength and knowledge that he will never conceal or lie about his abilities. A mid-level mage has reached the level of power to use quasi-high level spells. "So you've been pretending all along! A mid-level mage? Ok, OK, so soon you are the first one after the seven Mages!" "Thank you very much, Master." "But far from challenging me! Kama Kama!" At once, at least four protective spells float from the Archmage, and a red ray shoots at Vincent. Vincent raised his staff and uttered the spell in silence. A white shield of light stood up in front of him. The red ray slammed into the shield, causing Vincent to take a big step backward, but the white shield made ripples. The red ray did not penetrate the shield. The strong impact of the blast blew up the air stream, and some small objects on the shelf flew straight away, crashing into the wall. "So what you have in your hand is the Dafa Master's staff, and Kassel really dared to give you all that stuff! How coddling, how coddling, ha ha ha. Guess that's what got us off the hook last time, huh? But, do you think that thing means anything to me? The mage Apprentice? Rely too much on things and you'll never succeed!" "Blind!" Vincent casts his first spell, the Law of Truth (blindness). At the same time, the archmage's mouth cried out, "Blind!" When two identical spells collide, the spell counter works successfully, and the two cancel out. However, as a result of Thomas's long spell training as a mage, he has developed a more advanced spell counter ability, and can use small adjustments to turn the counteracted spell against his caster, Vincent. Once again, the Archmage's staff absorbs the attack, but once again Vincent is shaken back. "See how strong your archmage's staff is!" Archmage Thomas begins his brutal campaign of low-level spells against the protective shield of light formed by the scepter. There was a great explosion, the white shield of light shook violently, the shelves around the room, all weapons and armor jumped violently, and cracks began to appear in the ceiling. The whole castle trembled with the incessant rumblings. The shield of light shook and disappeared into thin air. Vincent had not been struck by any of the spells, but the force of the shock had shaken his body badly, and the pain of stirring his internal organs, which he had not yet recovered from, caused him to half kneel on the ground. If he had not clung tenaciously to the scepter of the archmage, he would have fallen over. "What have you got, child?" Thomas said slowly, and several magic missiles hit Vincent's shoulder, causing his left arm to hang soft. Then the magic glow congeals again on Thomas's hand. "Even the Archmage's staff has its limits! Now, it is your time to die!" Vincent took out a scroll, gently wiped the blood from his mouth, and shook himself. "I have this!" He opens the scroll and with a single word activates the sequence of spells on it. Thomas immediately pounces to attack Vincent before the spell can take effect. But at that moment, Vincent's staff reactivated its shield. The blows he had just received were intended to create the illusion that the Archmage's staff had reached its maximum absorbent power. Thomas is surprised to learn that the Archmage's staff can absorb up to total level 50 of spell power, and he attacks according to that limit. But for now, the staff can apparently continue to absorb spell energy! In this case, his magic will be invalid, and Vincent's magic sequence may work on him. How did this kid manage to absorb the maximum amount of magic? Could it be that, in the immediate bombardment, the apprentice had already chosen to choose those spells that were not fatal and resist them with his own body? This is madness! In the moment Thomas, the Archmage, paused in surprise, his hand went straight through the staff shield. It was only an illusion! A phantom triggered by the previous scroll chain! Vincent is finally ready to use his spell, the Death Finger Ray. But instead of pointing the ray at the Archmage, he aimed it at his own Archmage's staff. Thomas's protective barrier against the effects of death-like spells has not been removed, and the death finger is absolutely useless. However, when the staff of the Archmage has absorbed more than the maximum number of spells, it will produce a massive explosion under the user's conscious action. This explosion disregards all spell protection and is an explosion of the purest magical energy. The only bad thing is that the range of the blast is only 2 meters radius, and there is no enemy or foe. "Goodbye, Master Mage! The staff in Vincent's hand trembled violently, emitting a dazzling red mountain light and a piercing high-pitched scream. The last spell in Vincent's sequence turned out to be a steel bind. The wand of the Archmage, about to explode, is bound tightly to Thomas's left hand by a mass of wire that suddenly appears in the air. The Archmage froze for a moment, and without attempting to touch the steel, he gave Vincent a cold stare. A rainbow of light struck Vincent's body without a sound. The young wizard was wondering why his body felt nothing when the scepter exploded. More than Vincent had expected, the blast was much higher than the radius of 2 meters. The entire storage room was hit by a sudden, powerful blast of air. Vincent was thrown directly into the mythrix heap next to him. The falling ore knocked him unconscious. The place where the Wizard Thomas was standing was filled with radiant magical radiation. Rainbow-colored beams of light shot around like shooting stars. Various objects on the shelves were sent flying. Some were shot into the air by one ray and smashed to pieces by the next; Tiny holes were shot out of the walls and ceilings, which were scattered about and dropped bits of the stone from which the castle was built; Several rays hit the unfinished magic phalanx on the ground. The Phalanx, which was supposed to carry Mithril, was suddenly forced into motion by this energy. A bright white light rose from the ground, and in an instant Vincent, the wizard, and most of the contents of the room disappeared. A violent explosion rose from the castle of Moonport City, and a huge roar drowned the noisy battlefield. Everyone's ears lost the ability to hear the sound for a moment, and the whole head was filled with the sound. Sir Mond looked over. The castle was covered in black smoke. In the fire, large pieces of stone, wood, and other objects from the castle were flying in every direction. A visible wave of gas washed over the city. Glass and crystal pieces were breaking everywhere. Lambert turned his head fiercely, trying not to look at the castle. He had to deal with the giant before him. The giants were undisturbed by the loud noise, and in groups of four they attacked the line of remaining guards in the street, breaking their confidence with huge sticks and stones. By virtue of their enormous size and unmatched brute strength, they needed no coordination, no tactics or tactics, they just had to rush and rush and rush. Moonport City was in flames, black smoke covered the sky, cries and screams filled every street, blood washed the streets here. The residents are retreating to the south gate in a panic, they want to flee into the heart of Greafury's empire, they want to hide in the castles of other lords, once again looking for a wall to shield their emaciated bodies, and once again praying that God Greafury will bless them. Newton, hammer in hand, struck the fallen giant on the head -- Lambert was responsible for cutting off the giant's legs with his sword, while Newton followed behind the would-be knight to make up for the final blow. The two men were stained red with blood, their hair, eyebrows and beards pulled together by clots, and a grasp of their hands would scatter a fine red residue. Under the protection of the two, the residents quickly fled the hopeless Moon Port City and left their long-lived homes. With almost nothing around them, they held their loved ones' hands tightly. Lambert looked at the exploding castle and thought of his companions -- only magicians could have had the power to inflict such a violent impact. There were only two mages in the city: Vincent and Thomas. At this moment of distraction, a giant lifted his right foot and kicked the knight flying. Lambert crashed through a row of walls and lay motionless in the courtyard of the house. Newton frantically attacked the giant until he had him reduced to a huge puddle of flesh. He ran out to the yard, where Lambert was still alive, but too comatose to move. The giants pounced on him, and the Frost Giant was near the south gate. Newton looked around for a place where he could escape. The South gate was also lost, and all that was left of Moonport was a slaughter. By night there was no power left to attack the giants. The city, which had not fallen for five hundred years, burned with the smoke of defeat. It's not the first city to fall, and it won't be the last...