Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 186 Siege
A goshawk soared high, across the deep blue sky.

With the help of the "Invisibility Technique", Brian and Carlot easily escaped the closely guarded patrols outside the manor, jumped over the low and rough walls, and successfully sneaked into the manor.

After a while, they approached the area where Sir Durremore lived. Brian saw several black figures moving back and forth in the distance ahead.

"I feel that the effect of the spell is about to disappear. Do you still have this kind of scroll?" The elf ranger lowered his voice, looked at the air in front of him, and asked.

"No more." Brian frowned slightly as he looked at the guard guarding the only passage.

"Invisibility" is a second-level spell, and he didn't prepare much, and he didn't want to waste his spells here.

But right now, if the two wanted to approach Sir Durymore's room quietly, they had to find a way to fool the eyes of several guards not far away.

"Then what should we do now?" Carlot hid in the shadow of the wall, looking at Brian curiously.

"What else can you do, you go and kill them, and you can't make any noise."

Brian immediately hid the gradually revealed body into the shadows, "There aren't many people, only five, don't tell me you can't handle even these few people."

"Let's just force it, they stand too far apart, in case I was noticed by his companions when I killed, then I can't guarantee that I won't make any noise." Carlot looked at the moving back and forth with interest. Sombra, speak your mind:
"It's reasonable, why do we have to kill people? We are wearing mercenary clothes. I think it's better to walk over there openly. I have a way to get away with it."

"Let's save the method for next time." Brian had already let his magic pet scout out the specific situation of the entire manor. Run past a patrol of at least 10 men."

"The defense is so tight. It seems that the tavern owner is right. This guy was scared out of his wits." Carlot took out a small rapid-fire crossbow.

Brian took a second look at the rapid-fire crossbow in the opponent's hand because he smelled a pungent smell of venom.

The two of them moved slightly closer to the nearest guard, and when they were only about twenty steps away from him, the elf ranger silently stretched his strings, loaded his arrows, and raised his crossbow to quickly aim at the guard's chest.

Then there was a soft "boom" sound, the crossbow arrow burst out of the hole, and the guard fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings broken.

Carlot immediately went to solve the next target. With an almost inaudible mechanical sound, the arrow accurately penetrated the guard's throat. He let out a choked gurgling sound, and fell to his knees clutching his throat.

After 2 minutes, Carlot got all five of them.

When he killed the last one, he missed his first shot, and Brian, who was watching the battle, was about to throw a spell to make amends, so he quickly added an arrow and killed him.

"It's done." Carlot put away the rapid-fire crossbow and gritted his teeth. "Now, we should go and take care of Sir Durrem. I have long wanted to savor the screams of this iron can before it died."

The two walked out of the shadows, carefully passed several corpses, and strode towards the hall in the center of the manor.

Soon, they saw a patrol wearing chain mail and breastplate, golden sunlight shining from the polished armor.

"stop!"

The patrol captain ordered, and he hurried to the front, looking up and down at the clothes of Brian and Carlot.Behind him stood twelve heavily armed guards.

"Who are you!"

"I am Trier, the captain of the Raiders Mercenary Group. According to Sir Durymore's request, I have important matters to come to see His Excellency Sir General." Brian looked at the patrol captain and said indifferently.

"Oh, Captain Trier, if you bring important news, Sir Durymore will be very happy." The patrol captain said hastily: "But I have to ask, why can't I hear your accent? You don't mind telling me, where are you from?"

"Tigrila." Brian replied in an unquestionable tone.

"Okay, you can go." The patrol captain said to the adjutant.

"It went smoother than expected. Are these guys all pig-brained?" After walking away, the elf ranger uttered a confused question.

"Obviously, they are not pig brains." Brian felt the peaceful atmosphere in the manor, "So, we may have been discovered, and there is very likely a trap waiting for us, do you still dare to go in?"

"Why don't you dare?" The elf ranger shrugged and said indifferently.

Brian stopped talking and walked straight forward.

Soon, the two walked into the heart of the manor, which was the living area of ​​Sir Durymore.

Brian deliberately slowed down, walking side by side with the elf ranger.

They came to a spacious hall and walked towards the staircase leading to Sir Durremore's room.

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped vigilantly.

"What's going on?" Carlot seemed to have noticed something, and asked in a low voice.

"I feel the breath of the abyss demon." Brian looked around everything and said in a surprised tone.

His magic pet is a little devil, so he is naturally very sensitive to the breath of his old enemy, which makes him feel bad.

Abyss Demon?

The elf ranger looked shocked, obviously he also knew what this meant.

Just as he was about to speak, a group of heavily armed soldiers quickly appeared from every hidden corner of the hall like a tide, completely enclosing the entire hall.

Except for the black ring armor and half-faced round helmets with nose guards, most of the weapons of this group of soldiers are heavy crossbows and swords.

Brian instinctively groped for the hilt of the sword, and as soon as he raised his head, he immediately found Sir Durymore walking down the stairs calmly, accompanied by a group of guards.

He wore black mail and a padded tunic, covered from head to toe in heavy steel armor, with metal discs protecting the junctions of the arms and chest armor, and a lobster carapace-like metal covering from the waist to the thighs. skirt, and a sturdy neck armor on the neck. Even the steel mask left only a small slit for him to observe.

From the way the knight was armed to the teeth, we could see how fearful the opponent was of the ranger's sharp arrows. It was no wonder that Carlot said he was helpless against him.

However, Brian could easily get this equipment with a single spell.

The only thing that made him vigilant was what was the basis for the other party to dare to show up.

Thinking of the abyssal devil's breath sensed by the little devil, he seemed to understand something.

Sir Durremore stood on the outside of the encirclement, raised one of his hands, and uttered a deep and deep taunt from the steel mask, "Look who this is, the little sparrow is finally locked in the cage by me, 'Crazy Hunter' Carlo Te, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but our game should end here."

After saying that, his eyes in the slits turned towards Brian, "This is the wizard who is helping you, it doesn't look like much."

Without saying a word, Brian let his magic pet quickly search for the source of the abyssal devil's breath through the soul link.

"Indeed, it's time to end. Not only did I bloodbath here today." Carlot held his longbow tightly, and said with a calm smile, "I also roasted your kidneys for my lunch."

"Please." Sir Durymore shrugged his heavy armor and made a creaking sound, "You are really an uneducated guy. It seems that since the moment you were born, you have not had the slightest sense of glory for your own elf race."

"At least I can be worthy of my family name." Carlot retorted, "But you, do you think being a commander can make you more noble? The real noble spirit is to fight side by side with your own army, not like You do this by kidnapping civilians to avoid going to war.”

"So, a savage like you hiding in the forest will never understand." Sir Durymore drew his long sword and pointed it directly at Carlot's head, "Kill them!"

With a cold drink, the scuffle in the spacious hall started instantly.

Sir Durremore's soldiers quickly aimed their crossbows at the two of Brian and began to pour down.

At this critical moment, Carlot turned around, and he pulled the magic longbow into a full moon, and the energy of the wind element in the air instantly gathered on his bowstring.

The moment the crazy wind element left the string, it turned into a dozen translucent sharp arrows, covering a group of crossbowmen like a gust of wind and rain.

The elf ranger swiftly retracted his longbow, drew out his sharp sword, and fiercely charged at the soldiers who had been baptized by the rain of arrows.

Armed like a tin can, Sir Durymore signaled his men to block the gate, and then hurriedly led a group of guards to greet Carlot with a sword.

At the same time, Bryan on the other side was about to cover himself with the rain of arrows. With a thought, he activated the teleportation spell on the mithril chain armor without hesitation.

Dim light particles swirled rapidly around him, and his body appeared in the corridor on the second floor in the blink of an eye.

Another group of soldiers drew their swords from their waists and rushed down the stairs to the second floor amidst rapid footsteps.

Just when the group of soldiers were about to climb up to the second floor, Brian waved his hand, and a cone-shaped flame spewed out from his fingertips, and spread to the wooden stairs at an extremely fast speed, igniting a raging fire.

The scorching high temperature and scorching fire forced all the soldiers who rushed forward to cower.

At this moment, a group of black fireballs appeared from the shadow of the corridor, and smashed directly at him with a whistling sound.

Brian was already on guard. He crossed his arms in front of him and whispered a powerful incantation. A transparent energy barrier shining with silver luster instantly appeared, blocking him from the black fireball that was galloping towards him.

The black hot fireball slammed into the protective barrier fiercely, making a rustling and corrosive sound, and then disappeared.

Although Brian successfully resisted the fire damage from the three-ring spell, the negative energy in the black fireball seeped into his body from the protective barrier, making him feel weak and powerless.

His expression froze, and he quickly activated the "Secondary Restoration Technique" in the "Blessing of Tianjie Mountain", so that his physical strength was about to disappear, and he recovered again, and his pale face gradually turned red.

However, the enemy attack hidden in the dark is not over.

As Brian regained his strength, the air in front of him twisted strangely, and a green humanoid creature with a barbed tail and a pair of long horns appeared in front of him, flapping bat wings.

Seeing this demonic creature, he finally understood the source of the abyssal breath.

This is a little devil from the bottomless abyss. It is a creature of the same level as the little devil in Baator Hell, and it often likes to be the familiar of some evil spellcasters.

——"Spell-like ability: panic!"

The ultra-small humanoid took a deep breath, opened its mouth wide, and let out a piercing scream that went straight to the soul.

Although Brian knew the little devil very well, after hearing this ear-piercing sound, there was still a burst of pain in his mind.

Fortunately, he had a strong will and did not fall into a state of fear like a headless fly.

He immediately signaled his magic pet to deal with this little guy, then closed his eyes and used his powerful concentration to get rid of the interference of the battlefield.

Sure enough, the moment he calmed down, he suddenly felt a stench in the corridor that made his stomach churn.

Smelling the familiar scent, Brian could accurately guess that it was a second-level necromancer spell "Stink Ray" even without observing it.

He stretched out his right hand and pointed it into a palm, using the arcane energy to form a light blue magic network in front of him, swallowing and smoothing the magic at an extremely fast speed.

"what?"

A surprised voice came from the shadows of the corridor.

Brian looked in the direction of the source of the sound, and immediately saw a stooped old man in a black robe appearing from the shadows.

"It turned out to be a follower of Otis." Brian called out the identity of the caster.

After speaking, he threw a simple and quick "Cold Ray" at the old man without hesitation.

In magic duels that race against time, most of the things that determine the outcome are simple and effective low-level spells.

However, Brian did not expect this spell to achieve success. His only purpose was to test the opponent's specific strength.

If the opponent is a spellcasting ability obtained by his own sorcerer class, then he will choose to leave at his discretion.

After all, through the confrontation just now, he can feel that this is a spellcaster who has mastered the three-ring spell.

In this world with strong magic restrictions, no spellcaster who can master third-level spells is a fuel-efficient lamp.

If the ability of the black-robed old man was bestowed by the demon lord, then he has the confidence to keep it here.

The black-robed old man who appeared was once again surprised that he had seen through his identity.

Facing Bryan's probing spell, his movements were not idle.

When the cold-condensed ray was about to hit, he slammed the skeletal scepter in his hand against the ground, and a vortex of negative energy as black as ink suddenly emerged from his body, canceling out all of Brian's spells and causing them to collapse.

(End of this chapter)