Spellcasting Heavens

The war between the Kingdom of Anoa and the Principality of Bok broke out very quickly and without any warning.

But what's interesting is that it ended very quickly. From the beginning of the battle to the final end, it took less than half a day.

To be exact, the actual battle only lasts a few minutes.

As weapons beyond the understanding of this planet's civilization were put into actual combat, the nobles and soldiers of the Principality of Pork had lost more than half of their troops before they could even react to what was happening.

There were no surprises. The remaining guys turned around and started running away crazily without even thinking about it.

Some of them may be very brave and not very afraid of death, but when faced with a force that human beings simply cannot resist, everything is in vain.

Besides running away, do they have any other choice?

Had it not been for the traditional cavalry to be used in the ensuing pursuit battle in order to reduce unnecessary consumption, there might not even have been a single survivor on the battlefield.

But even so, the top leaders of the Principality of Pork were almost wiped out. Dozens of famous noble families that had lasted for hundreds of years were faced with the dilemma of having no heirs, and the entire country was also facing the risk of the collapse of order.

The risk comes not from outside invaders but from mass deaths among the elite within.

In this backward world where the spread of knowledge and information is very slow, the time, energy and consumption required to cultivate a talent are enough to bring down a small businessman with a good income. Once a large number of elite talents die, the country will be unable to maintain its administration. effective functioning of the organization.

As a feudal country with feudal nobles as the main body, the death of a large number of nobles in the Principality of Bok directly led to the inability to organize even a decent resistance in the rear.

And even if some families tried to rely on strong castles to resist, due to the lack of prestige and people who could convince the crowd, they ultimately failed to unite and were defeated one by one.

As the capital of the principality was occupied, those in the surrounding areas who had been eyeing it eagerly to find an advantage were suddenly shocked to discover that the kingdom they regarded as a fat one actually hid such a terrifying trump card.

Suddenly, countless spies disguised in various identities came to the capital of the kingdom and began to inquire privately about the mysterious weapons.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, these are just a kind of after-dinner talk. They are more concerned about the news about ancient ruins and treasures circulating in the market.

…

In an inconspicuous tavern, a dozen well-armed adventurers were gathering together, drinking from glasses and exchanging information with each other.

One of the men, who looked quite old, raised his head and drank the drink in the cup, then grinned and said, Guys! You know what? I have a hunch that we will make a fortune this time.

Oh? How do you know we will definitely make a fortune? Another young man blinked curiously.

Hahahaha! Don't you know that ancient legend? The legend about the Holy Sword? the man asked with a laugh.

The young man quickly shook his head: No, I haven't heard of it. What is the Holy Sword?

The Holy Sword is a powerful artifact! It is said that it was personally crafted by a god in ancient times and given to an unknown hero. With the unparalleled power of the Holy Sword, this hero not only defeated the invincible army of the undead, but also defeated the undead army.

And he also killed the powerful Dragon King. In order to prevent this holy sword from falling into the wrong hands, the hero built a temporary mausoleum. Now, his soul guards the holy sword in the tomb, waiting for the next successor with heroic posture to come.

Not far away, a mysterious man shrouded in a hood took the initiative to give the answer.

Could this ruins be the tomb of the unknown hero?! The young man stood up excitedly.

As a saying goes, deep in the heart of every intelligent life is a dream of becoming a hero. This is a manifestation of sociality and a proof of the desire to be recognized and praised by the same kind. Very few people can resist it. lure.

Especially young people who like fantasy, as long as they are given a little hope and encouragement, they will become enthusiastic, even if they risk their lives.

Sorry, I'm just a scholar. Before I see the ruins with my own eyes, I can't be sure whether it is or not. The mysterious man responded without raising his head.

So are you interested in joining us? The middle-aged man who spoke first took the initiative to make an invitation.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that when he looked at the other person's face hidden under the hood, he would always feel a strong sense of vagueness, so that he couldn't remember anything at all.

Because of this, he felt that this mysterious man was certainly not simple, so he planned to test it out.

But it is a pity that the mysterious man obviously had no such intention, and refused with a smile: No, I am not interested. I am a scholar, not a spell caster, nor a warrior. I will become a burden to your team. And I have a bad mouth. I’m picky and can’t eat the unpalatable barbecue and dry food in the wild. Finally, thank you for the invitation, but I’d better leave this kind of risk to professionals like you.”

The words just fell!

He threw down a few silver coins, stood up and walked out of the tavern, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

After he was completely gone, the middle-aged man immediately ordered a little man next to him: Go! Follow him! Find out who he is!

clear!

The little man immediately put down the food in his hand, picked up a dirty linen cloth and wiped his hands and mouth, then spread his legs and chased after him at a very fast speed.

The two of them walked in tandem through the complicated and dark alleys for about ten minutes. He suddenly discovered that the tracking object in front of him suddenly turned into a dim light in the sky.

Such a terrifying, weird, and beyond-the-comprehensibility phenomenon made the little man shiver and complained through gritted teeth: Damn it! I really saw a ghost!

However, complaining was a complaint. He still walked around a few times to confirm that the target was really gone, and then returned dejectedly.

But he obviously didn't notice that as soon as his front feet left, the light spots on his back feet gathered again and formed the shape of a person.

The corners of the mysterious man's mouth turned up slightly, a playful smile appeared, and then he took off his hood, revealing Iseult's old face.

You don't need to ask to know that he spreads all the true and false news everywhere in this way, and even provides some information help to those adventure teams with potential...