Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Vincent wanted to leave, but his figure had already been exposed to the eyes of the two parties who were fighting.

The mage robe Vincent was wearing caught their attention. Before Vincent could cast his magic and leave, the downwind party saw Vincent, the young man in royal attire who was protected in the center, raising his head. The voice called: "You are finally here! Come and help us!"

That royal boy did it on purpose!Vincent sighed in his heart. He didn't want to pay attention to the boy's call, but the fighters on the other side seemed to have listened to the royal boy's words, and quickly attacked Vincent again.

Vincent frowned, thinking in his heart that it was troublesome, but seeing how these people must be killed, even if Vincent explained that he was not with the royal boy, it might not work.

Really, there are still people who believe this old-fashioned plot, and Vincent also feels helpless.

"Although I know you may not believe it...but I'm just an innocent passerby."

After hearing Vincent's convenient words, the soldiers who were besieging Vincent still did not stop their attacks.

"Really..."

Vincent reluctantly raised the staff in his hand. After the light blue light flashed, the arrows and flame bombs that hit him seemed to be held by invisible hands, and stayed a few meters away from Vincent. The place.

"!!" Vincent's hand frightened the other party who originally wanted to deal with the sudden 'rescue'.

The sudden appearance of the magician just raised his hand to stop the attack, allowing them to discover Vincent's threat.

After exchanging glances with each other, they split most of their hands and attacked Vincent.And the remaining people still besieged the royal boy and his subordinates.

Now it’s really impossible not to fight, Vincent’s eyes were slightly cold, he tapped his staff on the ground, and silently recited a magic spell: “Wind, become my strength, become my strong shield, become my chains."

Following Vincent's eloquent words, the originally stagnant area was suddenly filled with a breeze.

The weathered wall and several slender chains flew out of Vincent's body.

The moment these seemingly soft winds came into contact with these people's bodies, they opened their ferocious and cruel snake mouths and wrapped them tightly around their wrists, ankles, waists, and limbs.

These armored soldiers were trapped by the chains of the wind and fell to the ground. When the steel armor hit the ground, there was a loud noise that made Vincent's teeth ache.

With just one spell, Vincent restrained all the people who attacked him.

Originally Vincent thought that this would make the rest of the people listen to him, but who would have thought that the other party who had surrounded the royal boy saw his companions trapped by Vincent, Even without hesitation, he rushed towards Vincent.

"Let them go!!" The soldiers from other countries roared and swung their knives at Vincent. The mage who fought with these soldiers also chanted spells, and attached the magic of fire and ice to those Korean words. On the weapon that Center cut off.

"I'm serious. Are you the type who can't listen to people? Be careful that you won't find a partner in the future, and you will end up alone." Vincent was really angry, and he raised the staff in his hand , flat in mid-air, his pure black pupils did not fluctuate.

"Spirits of water, turn into my power and wake up these hot-headed guys." Vincent ordered the elves expressionlessly.

It's not a magic spell at all!

A mage on the other side trembled inexplicably in his heart: the magic spells that mages recite must be strictly in accordance with the length and format in order to be able to cast magic as they wish, and only high-ranking mages can slightly abandon the long spells. Spells, to cast magic in short incantations.

But the pure black mage in front of him didn't use any spell they knew at all, but he managed to cast it successfully, and the power was so powerful——

The soldiers and mages were swept away by a torrent coming from nowhere, and they were forced to roll in the vortex that was constantly turning back and forth.

The irresistible dizziness, and the water soaking into their mouths and noses from time to time, successfully made them faint.

Under the desperate and mournful eyes of the soldiers who fell on the ground, the voices of the comrades who were screaming and screaming in the huge vortex floating in the air disappeared one by one, and finally returned to calm.

If they knew that this magic was originally created by Vincent for cleaning clothes, they would probably feel even more desperate.

Vincent turned his staff again, this time he put his other hand on the staff, and spit out a new spell from his pale lips: "O ice elf, in any case, help me to stop listening to others. Shut up the good talkers."

Another thoughtless, outlandish incantation!Speaking of such a spell, why would those picky and eccentric elves obey it!Obviously, if the mages mispronounced a word, they would be retaliated by these proud elves!

The mage who was fortunate enough to avoid the huge vortex was bound to the ground by the chains of wind. He stared wide-eyed at the black-haired mage calmly manipulating the elves, casting magic that he would never be able to do as a mage in his entire life. , A deep fear and jealousy welled up in my heart.

It is precisely because he is also a sorcerer that he knows how terrifying this young and frail boy is.

The magic he is best at is the magic of fire, but even if he can abandon the prelude to the long spell now and directly use short words to summon elves and cast magic, but when he was still Vincent's age, he still had to Obediently follow the incantations recorded in the book and recite word by word to be able to summon tiny fireballs.

If he mispronounced a word, the fireball he summoned might still burn at his hair and clothes.

——Elemental elves are such picky, arrogant, and eccentric existences.

And as mages, they had to follow the temperament of the elemental elves, because without the help of the elemental elves, they couldn't even summon a small water drop.

But the mage in front of him was different, he didn't even need to curry favor with those elves, he only needed to speak softly, and a huge number of elves would naturally gather by his side and be used by him.

And he is even a genius mage praised by everyone in his own country, otherwise he would not be able to join this team at his current age.

But it wasn't until he saw this young mage with black hair and black pupils that he realized that his previous talent was mediocre, and that he who was praised by everyone was just a frog in a well.

Is this the gap between geniuses and ordinary people?

The fallen mage clenched his lower lip, feeling a despair worse than death.

He could feel it from the huge number of elves and the magic power drifting over. As long as Vincent was willing, Vincent didn't even need to open his mouth to say those strange spells. These elves were willing to do what he thought in his heart. Do everything for him.

He even cursed his fate, even if he died in the battle, or passed out in the vortex just now, it would be better than making him realize what a terrifying existence Vincent really is at this moment.

——Because he knew that he would probably live under the shadow of this black-haired mage for the rest of his life.

Even after casting so many spells continuously and consuming mana, Vincent didn't even shed a drop of sweat, and his breathing was not disturbed. Even the soft hair hanging on his forehead was only slightly shaken.

Unaware that he had become the most terrifying nightmare and shadow in the hearts of the mages present, Vincent, who might even be shrouded in his own light for the rest of his life, finally took the staff back to his side.

The huge vortex floating in the air instantly turned into drizzle and dispersed, pouring on the swaying trees around.

The moist air that drifted out together also shook the densely blooming branches and leaves violently.

The soldiers and mages who fell around Vincent also suddenly rose into the air, and the chains of wind that bound their hands tightly moved suddenly, dragging them towards the ever-shrinking vortex.

And when the blue vortex finally dissipated, it revealed the drenched soldiers and mages.

They were locked inside by the cold icicles that suddenly emerged from the ground, unable to move.

Similarly, the group who dared to drag Vincent into the water just now were also imprisoned in the ice prison by the magic cast by Vincent.

It's not impossible to escape from this ice prison, but there is still an ice thorn hanging above their heads at this moment.If there is a change, these soldiers and mages believe without hesitation that the ice thorn will fall directly and penetrate their heads and bodies.

"So, can everyone listen to me now?" Vincent asked in a good voice again, tilting his head.

"...Your Excellency the Mage." A blond man with a demeanor, tone and clothes, obviously the captain, looked at Vincent with a hoarse voice.

"If you want military exploits, please take my head. I am the Kingdom of Knox, Lord Gray of the Knights of Knox." The sturdy brown-haired knight widened his golden-brown His eyes were full of despair and fear mixed with pleas on his face: "My subordinates... please spare their lives!"

Speaking of which, the brown-haired knight Gray knelt on his knees, bent down towards Vincent, and slammed his forehead heavily on the ground.

One after another, as if he didn't feel any pain, he continued to kowtow even though his head was bleeding.

"...Don't you guys understand human language?" Vincent sighed. He raised his left hand to rub his black hair, and then couldn't help rubbing his forehead.

Vincent tapped the tip of his staff to the ground with his right hand, and immediately, a gust of wind cheered and helped the leader of the knights from another country, Gray, who kowtowed to him, so that he could look directly at Vincent's face. face.

The wind that lifted Gray's chin was very gentle, but with unquestionable strength, the pleading knight commander had to stop, looking at the mage who had caught himself and his subordinates.

"I just want to ask you to understand two points." Vincent said without any fluctuation in his voice.

His pure black eyes met Gray's golden brown.From those calm black eyes, Gray seemed to realize something.

"First, I'm just an innocent person passing by. I was dragged into the water by that lord. I don't know them at all." Vincent glanced in the direction of the royal boy and said.

"Secondly, I'm not a murderous maniac, and I don't intend to intervene in the battle between you. But you attack me at will without listening to my excuse, which makes me very dissatisfied."

As if seeing through Gray's intention to speak, Vincent gently interrupted what he failed to say: "I don't know why you guys are fighting, and I don't intend to know who provoked you first. It's just that you put me The fact that it dragged me down made me very unhappy.”

Vincent swept across the solemn-looking knights and mages of the Kingdom of Knox who were locked in the ice prison, and then looked at the ice prison where the royal boy was on the other side.

The royal boy was calmly letting his subordinates recuperate and heal their wounds. Seeing Vincent's gaze, his purple pupils narrowed slightly, and he smiled politely at Vincent.