Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

Hitting and changing from a dark territory with vast stretches of red soil, it was land that the Reals could call dense forests. Humidity and temperature are not high. Rather as chilly as it is, its forests, where trees thrive that do not even reach the sun's rays satisfactorily, were only slightly creepy.

But on the contrary, it's definitely the perfect place to hide yourself. Even if you can't hide yourself in a vast stretch of red soil, there are many hidden places in this forest. Besides, there are signs of demons lurking around, and it is not easy to find those who are manipulating them.

It's harder to move because even more hidden demons attack you without time to rest to take your life.

"Damn, I don't know about this."

"But the increasing amount of Warcraft doesn't mean it's getting closer to the mastermind?

Real to be annoyed by the warcraft that strike one after the other, but having Mikokabrera tell you that the movement of the warcraft is becoming more active is a reversal of the surgeon's impatience.

The fact is, the Reals were approaching the warcraft manipulator.

And the warcraft manipulator remembered his impatience when he saw the Reals steadily approaching step by step. That's why the operator uses the secret that is here. If it's true, it's a secret to keep as a wife, but the man has let it go out of haste and anxiety.

"This guy..."

"I'm surprised to hear that."

The two look at the one warcraft that appeared in front of them and leak their voices. The emotions that were there are more surprising than fear.

"I didn't expect to run into peacocks here."

"Real, you should be careful. This guy's not like any warcraft he's ever had."

"I know, Miko. I'm pretty sure he's the enemy."

What appeared before the Reals was a warcraft resembling a peacock. The tails and feathers are very vividly colored, and if you spread them out, they attract the beholder.

But what's different from a normal peacock is the size of your body. It is estimated that the Peacock Warcraft, with a large body that would have three to four mels, spreads purple feathers and acts of intimidation to the Reals.

Queer, queer, queer!!!

The direction of the peacock echoes through the forest and rocks the grass. But Real, standing in the front, did not pull a single step.

It wasn't the Peacock Warcraft that made the first move, but the Real one. With all the leading must-wins, Real cuts to the Peacock Warcraft with the sword he held when he ran the horse he was riding. But the Peacock Warcraft roars again to intimidate Real.

If true, Real can't be frightened to the extent of the roar of the Peacock Warcraft. But the next moment, Real's movement stopped perfectly. Technically, Real horses stopped walking.

"Shit."

Real I tongued that the horse stopped, but blaming the horse for all this would be cruel. Horses being taught for the Battle of the Mage, but what we are dealing with is a distinctly different Warcraft than before. In addition, Real's riding horses are as new and inexperienced as Real.

It is also impossible to be pushed by the pressure of the Warcraft to stop the movement. Instead, we should praise you for stopping without running.

"Real, what are you gonna do?

"It is decided. I'll fight alone."

Mico Cabrera's worries. Real cuts into the Peacock Warcraft again when he gets off the horse. Warcraft roared at Real at close range when he took Real's sword with his right feather.

To tell the truth, the roar of the Peacock Warcraft had magic in it, and that roaring thing was supposed to be affected. But it didn't work because Real has armor built by unconscious magic.

So if you take it to Real, the Peacock Warcraft is just noisy.

Understanding that the roar does not work on Real's magic armor, Warcraft tries to distance himself from Real by winging him. At the same time weave the magic of the wind attribute in the wind pressure similar to that of the 'wind blade', but again this cannot break the armor of the magic that unfolds unconsciously in Real either.

A warcraft that just succeeds in taking a distance from Real smells magic when it spreads its wings. The sight was so beautiful that it attracted what it sees, but it was very dangerous for magic to accumulate on the spreading feathers.

And at the next moment, a great deal of magic is sprayed from the feathers spread by the Peacock Warcraft towards Real at once.

Power is an aggregated magic force so powerful that it is not comparable to previous attacks. Nor could Real take any measures against this attack.

"I, the one that receives the protection of light." Light Wall ""

What I instantly chanted was defensive magic, which is fundamental in the magic of light attributes. The magic itself is as simple magic as that used by student magicians, but the magic of Real is far beyond that of the constant.

Even though it was not a perfect chant, Real's unfolded 'Light Wall' easily enclosed the attack of the Peacock Warcraft. The surgeon who was manipulating the Peacock Warcraft could not hide his surprise from this, and his concentration was disturbed.

"Right there."

In an instant, but perceived a sign different from that of the Warcraft, Real soon becomes convinced that the bearer of that sign is the mastermind of manipulation of the Warcraft. At the same time, I question whether it is really the superior magician whose concentration is disturbed by this degree.

But the only thing to be sure of was his eyes. I tried to chase him as soon as I could if I could show him the bare gesture of the operator escaping, but unexpectedly, there was no sign of the operator moving. Rather, I feel like the Peacock Warcraft has gone mad more than it did earlier.

Instead of running away, the operator concentrates his consciousness on the Peacock Warcraft to defeat the Reals. Until now, consciousness has been dispersed among numerous Warcraft, but now it concentrates only on the whole Peacock Warcraft.

In other words, the full force of the surgeon tried to strike Real via the Peacock Warcraft.

Queer, queer, queer, queer!!!!

The best growl ever makes a wooden spirit in the woods. The eyes of the Peacock Warcraft are red and congested, and the bright feathers are stained with the colour of blood. Correspondingly, the wrapped air of the Warcraft also turns into something even more frantic.

But a growl similar to that roar was the last word of the Warcraft.

"Hmm, not my opponent"

When a yellow magical slaughter is created from the sword that Real wielded with a little force, he slashes off the head of the raging Warcraft. Indeed, the power of the Warcraft is mighty, and it is a thing to fear for the Mage.

But it was a general magician's story, and it was only a miscellaneous fish if taken by the thirteenth apostle, Real.

Warn that person that Real, who dropped the Warcraft's neck, hides in the shade of a tree about ten mels away.

"Come out without hiding. This is an order."

If I don't come out, I'll fly slaughter at you. The sorcerer, fearful of words containing such meanings, appears before the Real without resistance.

And Real caught the surgeon in its eyes for the first time.