Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

"Master Blair, news from Alva." An assistant in the robes of a high-level magician handed a small ball of parchment to Master Blair who was having lunch. Blair finally opened the ball of parchment slowly, carefully After reading the entire content, he asked: "How many copies have you received?"

"Only this one."

"Oh, this news was sent shortly after the sun rose in the morning, and it's noon now. It's a full seven hours. If you count the time, it would be five or six at most from Sek City to here. Hours?"

"Ah, yes, even if it is a person walking, it will take more than ten hours to drive overnight. If a carrier pigeon is flying in the air, it does not take six hours."

"Only one of the three pieces of news has been received. It seems that the people surrounding us have arranged it very tightly. Oh, yes, Clifford, how are our little friends?"

Clifford walked over slowly and sat down at Blair’s table. A servant immediately served him a nice lunch. Clifford took the cutlery and cut a small piece of fire with a dining knife. The egg, while answering Blair's words: "Fully contracted, but the encirclement is still tight. The result of the detection with magic eyes, the other party should be as usual, but our scout brought back a little interesting news."

"Oh, what is that?"

"Magic, our little friend also has a magician, and his strength is not bad." Clifford cut the fried turkey egg into his mouth and tasted it slowly. After he swallowed the food, he continued: "Unexpectedly Use illusion to interfere with our detection with magic eyes, haha, it’s really interesting."

"Hahahaha," Blair laughed, and he said while laughing: "Dare to use these tricks in front of a great magician. It's really... It seems that we are usually too low-key and don't take risks. Maybe the world is early Just forget us."

"That's right." Clifford began to cut a piece of fried steak: "They used illusion to cover up the continuous support. Now there are at least 20,000 to 25,000 soldiers around the entire Valen Mountain, and the scouts also saw the other side. Cut down trees to make a boulder truck."

"I understand." Faras, who was sitting by the side eating lunch, couldn't help but speak: "Their reinforcements actually arrived in the morning, but they were just the vanguard. They endured it until now, just to wait for support and make A weapon that can be hit from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain."

"Yes, it's like this." Blair nodded and said, "I'm afraid they can't make a good boulder in a hurry? Ryan, Farras, you used to fight the orcs in Thor Fortress and the Imperial Capital. , Do you think that if you use the trees in this mountainous area, the finished product can probably shoot multiple stones? How far?"

Ryan thought for a while, and honestly replied: "If it were us humans, it would probably be possible to throw 100 kilograms of stones for 2000 meters, but after all, it is a finely crafted product. I guess the people under the mountain are in a hurry. I can’t do it, but I can hit 1,000 meters.”

"1000 meters?" Blair and Clifford looked at each other, and Blair said, "If this is the case, then we may have to change our strategy. After all, this Valen Mountain peak is only a few hundred meters high. If they approach About 500 meters down the mountain, we can avoid our magical blows or attack the mountain. Although we are not afraid, the servants and horses will still be frightened."

"I'm going now." Clifford left and ate a few bites of lunch, wiped his hands with a napkin, stood up and left immediately, and Blair also said to Ryan, "Wait until we finish this. For lunch, go there and find a good location to watch the drama bully."

"Okay." Ryan replied loudly.

"Okay!" Nelson yelled loudly. Standing in front of him was the commander of the last arrival of the 20,000 troops led by Nelson this time. Nelson turned his head to analyze "Why Blair didn't leave." The man, Samir, the leader of the magician guard that Senate sent specially for himself, said: "Our vulture captured two homing pigeons this morning, but the information on it is a mess of things, why? I can't read it."

The 30-year-old man Samir said in an interface: "That is a secret letter, something developed by a magician. If you don’t know what those secret runes mean, it’s like a person who doesn’t understand magic looks at it. Those high-level magic arrays, you know every pattern on them, but you don’t know what the combination represents."

Nelson knew a little bit about this. He said, "I’m afraid it’s impossible for us to find out what is written on the parchment in a short time, but according to the scout, a pigeon escaped by chance. I already know the news that their companions want them to know. But we moved forward lightly last night, and the supplies lasted until tomorrow night at most. It would be bad for us to drag it on."

Samir thought for a while, and said to Nelson: "Our ten stone dump trucks have been made, right? But it is impossible to compare with the ones on the walls of Seck in a haste. We hit 800 meters. Now we have to attack the mountain from the bottom of the mountain. If we want to be lethal, we must push the dumpling vehicle to about 400 to 500 meters below the foot of the mountain without being detected by enemy magic. There are only ten people here. We have to use magic to cover the dump truck and protect the soldiers from magical attacks. It’s too difficult. If the enemy is an ordinary person, don’t forget, they have 3 great magisters and 11 Magisters."

Nelson looked at the people around him. They were all under his confidant, and there was nothing irrelevant. The nearest guard was also more than 20 meters away, so he said in a low voice, "The first wave of attacks. I will shift the non-main force up and don’t care about their life and death. Many of these second-line armies are made up of small lords and some bandits attached to the adults. The combat power is very poor but it is almost the same as the main elite troops. Otherwise, it will cause trouble or simply harm the place. The adults have long wanted to rectify it. Now there is a chance..."

"I understand." Samir nodded slightly: "Since this is the case, it is easy to handle, but the supervising team is essential. As long as they find that they will retreat, they will die, and they will have a chance to survive by pushing the dump truck with all their strength. It will make the dump truck go faster."

"This is natural. I have experienced many battles, please rest assured, it is your own safety, but take care, adults still need you." Nelson said.

"Don't worry, we may not be able to beat those great magicians in a head-to-head match, but self-protection is more than enough." Samir said in a confident tone, "According to the plan made by our wise Lord Senat, we magicians do not There is no promotion test for the magic guild, and we are only proficient in the kinds of magic that are beneficial to the war. However, when we are in the base, the magicians trained to protect adults can resist two at the same time. The power of the high-level magicians taking turns to bombard."