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He paused and added, "And, I can now predict that we are about to be in trouble."
Mark silently adjusted the position of the long sword on his waist, putting it in a place where it would be easier to draw, and stared at the men who were surrounding him with ill intentions: "You don't need to predict this, Mage."
Among the people who gathered around, someone seemed to know Mark: "Hey, Mark, is it fun to play house with Her Royal Highness the Princess? When can you sleep with her? Or have you already slept with her?"
Mark put on a glib tone: "If I were you, I wouldn't say such things in front of our wanderers. After all, everyone has times when they are alone. I don't want to become an unclaimed corpse in the stinking gutter of Swan Dam Lane tomorrow."
At this time, the man who looked like the leader spoke up: "'Tang' wants to know the ability of your new wizard. After all, the fact that he was sent here by a portal this morning is known to the whole city. Some people even swear that it was a Nine Rings portal to another world, opened from the demiplane of a certain great wizard."
Wang was suddenly overjoyed: "Really? Who identified it? I want to meet the person who recognized the spell. He must be a master who is proficient in the Nine Rings spell."
He frowned halfway through his speech: "But that's not right. Mark just told me that the visiting court wizard can only cast eight-ring spells proficiently. From this, I infer that there are very few people in this plane who are proficient in nine-ring spells."
Mark: "Is it possible that the man just heard of the spell of Gate to Another World in the poems of the bard and said it casually?"
Wang said "Oh" and gave a thumbs up: "Makes sense!"
Mark said to the little leader who had just spoken: "Did you see that? Go back and report to the great Tang that the princess's new wizard is a fool."
Wang: "Is this Tang a respectful title? Something like 'old daddy'? Or a nickname? Something like 'old daddy'."
Little leader: "It's a respectful title. Mark, you know Tang doesn't like to be perfunctory. So you see, we have to do something to test the strength of your new friend..."
Wang: "You mean, you want to prepare a test for me? What kind of test? Answering questions? Quick spellcasting competition? I noticed that there is a spellcaster among you. Are you going to let me go on the stage with him?"
Suddenly, the whole audience was silent.
The little leader suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, Mark, your mage is very humorous."
Mark said to Wang helplessly, "What they mean is that they are going to fuck us."
Wang suddenly realized: "Oh! So this is what the test is about!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the drow elf's dagger accurately hit the little leader's eyes.
The next moment, a smoke bomb rolled out from her cloak, and after a crisp bang, the king's vision was completely obscured by the smoke.
The figure of the drow elf who was just beside the king disappeared completely in the smoke, and only the enemy's screams made people know what she was doing.
Wang muttered, "You've also taken away my vision."
As he spoke, his hand had already taken out a small ball of transparent gel from the bag of spell materials, with something like eyelashes suspended inside.
In fact, it was eyelashes, from a junior fellow student in the high tower who kindly provided spellcasting materials.
With the spell materials in hand, Wang completed the gestures accurately and quickly, and the spell came out of his mouth accurately and clearly at the same time.
The gel in his hand vaporized and disappeared in an instant, along with the eyelashes in it.
Then he disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, someone shouted in the smoke: "It's the invisibility spell, the wizard is invisible!"
Another voice cursed, "Never mind that, find a way to disperse this smoke bastard!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a breeze blew and took away the smoke.
The drow was plunging a dagger into the throat of a fourth unfortunate soul.
The warrior leaned his back against the gallows, in a defensive posture, with a short sword and a long sword on either side of his body.
As for the mage, his whereabouts are unknown.
Zhuoer: "Mark, can't you kill one?"
Mark: "I don't have as strong a desire to kill as you do. And...well, I admit that I'm not as good as you."
Chapter 7: The Nerd's First Battle
As soon as Mark finished speaking, he saw the other spellcaster take out talcum powder from the spell material bag.
Mark: "Hey! That wizard is messing around with materials, should we stop him? Marika, it's your job to kill the spellcaster!"
The drow spread his hands and said, "There's a huge gap between us. It's too late. Let's trust our spellcaster."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a spell was uttered, and the pronunciation was as standard and clear as the invisibility spell just now.
The next moment, a large area of the ground in the center of the square looked like a tile floor that had just been scrubbed and waxed.
A leather-armored thief slipped and fell flat on his back.
The wizard who was casting the spell was distracted for a moment, looked at the unlucky guy, and then immediately followed in his footsteps - and slipped.
When he fell, the talcum powder in his hand scattered into the sky, sparkling in the sunlight, and it seemed that there was some silver powder mixed in it.
This should be the spell material prepared for casting the spell of seeing through invisibility.
Mark turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, and saw Wang's figure appear on the other side of the gallows. It was obvious that the spell just now broke his invisibility.
Meeting Mark's gaze, Wang shouted, "Why are you standing there? The enemy doesn't dare to move now. If they move, they might slip. Why don't you attack them?"
Mark: "You cast the Grease spell? You were able to move and cast the spell in just this short time?"
"if not?"
As he spoke, Wang took out a small wooden target from the material bag - a model.
Mark realized what spell he was about to cast and yelled, "Don't give it to me! I don't have any ranged attack capabilities, and I'm not sure I can walk on the greasy ground without falling!"
The king cast a spell, the spell's incantation and name were the same: "Defeat the enemy!"
The effect of this spell can make the next attack of the spell target very accurate!
Mark looked anxious: "Who do you want me to attack?"
However, the aura of magic did not fall on him, but on the king himself.
Then the king threw away the target model in his hand, swung the sling, and threw the pebble-sized stones in it at the enemy spellcaster who was struggling to get up.
With the help of the prophecy spell "Preemptive Strike", the pebble accurately hit the enemy caster's forehead.
His head tilted and he fell down motionless. No one knew whether he was fainted or dead.
Mark was about to say something when he saw the drow leap up, clamp the neck of the nearest thief with his scissor kick, and turn around to knock the enemy to the ground.
She stepped on the enemy's back and kicked the ground outside the range of the grease, so the enemy turned into a skateboard and rushed into the range of the grease.
A few flashes of knife light appeared, and two more thieves fell down, covering their wounds.
The remaining people wanted to turn around and attack Zhuo Er, but they all slipped without exception. The dozen or so people who came to attack all lay on the ground.
Some people wanted to get up, but after seeing the situation and the mage knocked unconscious by the slingshot, they quickly chose to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. One side had a spellcaster, and the other side didn't, so the winner was already decided.
Zhuo Er raised his head and looked at the archers on the roof of the building on the north side of the square.
Seeing that the situation was decided, the archer turned around and quickly fled along the roof.
Marco stood there awkwardly, holding his two swords, one long and one short.
Wang walked towards the target model he had just thrown away, picked it up and put it back in his pocket.
After wiping the knife, Marika began to check her tools to confirm their consumption.
No one looks at the fighters.
Mark stood there awkwardly.
He hesitated for a moment, then roared with all his might: "Kill! Oh oh oh oh oh!"
Marika, who was ordering props, looked up and said, "What are you doing? You are not a barbarian, you cannot use their violent power."
Mark: "Uh... my battle cry can increase the morale of my teammates, I guess."
The king was delighted: "You have such skills? I have never seen them in any book!"
"He's talking nonsense," said Zhuo Er.
"I think so too." Wang nodded, not hiding his disappointment at all.
At this time, the effect of Grease disappeared, but the enemy lying on the ground did not seem to be ready to stand up and fight with the team of only three people.
The drow said in a cold tone: "Go back and tell your Tang that I am very angry and ask him to be careful when walking on the road at night. I might ask the guild to change its leader someday. Go away."
As soon as the words came out, the man pretending to be dead climbed up using his hands and feet, ran all the way and disappeared into the dark alleys around the square.
Mark: "Uh... I have to remind you that you were the first to attack. You attacked before they did anything. Although we were attacked, but..."
As Mark spoke, a wounded man lying on the ground used his hands and feet to try to crawl into the shadows of the alley, but Zoel easily caught up with him and ended his life.
The splatter of blood made Mark shut his mouth.
After doing all this, Zhuoer calmly wiped his weapon.
The huge square was so quiet that the only sound was the creaking of the corpse on the gallows swaying in the wind.
Mark: "Tsk, the drow have strong murderous intentions. No wonder the paladins would kill them without hesitation when they see them."
Marika rolled her eyes at Mark and said, "Say less, no one will think you are dumb."
Mark shrugged and looked toward Wang, just in time to see him pull a lump of lard out of a bag.
The mercenary gasped: "Is this a dimensional bag?"
Wang: "Yes, it's one of the luggages that the teacher gave me to carry those spare spellcasting materials."
As he spoke, Wang put the lard in his hand into the spell material bag on his waist, then tied up the dimensional bag and put it into the pocket inside his robe.
Marika: "I just last-hit the enemy mage. Shouldn't I loot his material bag?"
"Oh, you reminded me!" Wang snapped his fingers and ran towards the wizard's body.
After he ran away, Mark whispered to Marika, "I always feel that this wizard is just a playboy who is out for an outing. His behavior makes him more like the son of the legendary master than his apprentice. He has no right to criticize our lady."
"Who says it's not true?" Marika responded, "But just now he cast the spell very quickly, and his spell selection was very accurate, and he didn't waste any spells at all. As a spellcaster in the team, he is much more useful than a warrior who can only fight after the battle."
Marika paused, because at this moment the wizard exclaimed that he had found a treasure, and then stuffed a dazzling gem into his dimensional bag.
She frowned slightly and continued, "This guy probably still has two or three second-ring spells, or even one or two third-ring spells to cast. In the scene just now, I thought he would use the Stink Cloud spell to cover all the enemies, but he saw me eliminate the nearby enemies and finally chose to place grease under the feet of the remaining enemies. If the enemies stand a little further apart, one grease spell won't be able to completely cover them."
A wizard needs to prepare his spells before casting them. A wizard needs to prepare his spells again after a long rest, such as after a long sleep.
Therefore, it can be roughly assumed that the spells a wizard can cast between two sleeps are fixed, and the specific spells depend on what he prepares in the hour after waking up.
Mark: "But...his self-defense spells...let me count, one Mirror Image, he used it, one Invisibility, he used it. How many more self-defense spells do you think he has? He can't use Shield and Mage Armor."
Marika sighed and said, "Mark, the mage armor is a spellcasting system, he can use it."