Chapter 171: Haze on the Battlefield
Serie's magic was like a relentless storm, sweeping over the increasingly chaotic monster army again and again.
Moreover, it was as if it were intentional.
The moment Serie appeared on the battlefield, the monster army, which had been relatively orderly, instantly became disorganized, as if they had lost their commander.
All the monsters began to attack the city, driven by their instincts.
But in return, Serie's magic strike was even more ferocious.
After losing control of their commanders, the monsters, who were already in a panic due to their companions being continuously instantly killed by Serie, completely collapsed.
They no longer continued to charge the city walls, but instinctively scattered and fled, only seeking to escape from that petite figure, who was like the God of Death.
All the monsters trampled over each other, and even the remaining flying monsters in the sky had long since vanished without a trace.
The battle, under Serie's absolute power suppression, ended so suddenly and comically.
The Dwarves' defenders recovered from their initial shock, letting out earth-shattering roars, and cooperating with Serie's magic, began to beat the fallen dogs, chasing after the fleeing monsters.
Kurtz stood on the mountaintop, surveying the entire battlefield and the distant sky.
He did not make a move, not because he couldn't intervene in this battlefield, but because he spread his magic like an invisible spider web to detect any powerful magic fluctuations belonging to the demon race that might appear.
Especially just now, when Serie was slaughtering all sides, he clearly captured a very faint trace of a peek, which flashed by, as if it was an illusion.
But Kurtz knew that this was not his illusion.
Instead, there really was a demon race, using magic to peek at this place from beyond the battlefield.
He tried to trace the source, but that magic was too faint, making it difficult to grasp in the chaotic battlefield.
It seemed that even the owner of this magic could not clearly see the scene on the battlefield, and could probably only see a general outline, perhaps not even able to see the situation on his own side.
"None?" Kurtz frowned, muttering to himself.
This was illogical.
A demon race member must have commanded such a large-scale monster army, and it might even be a Great Demon.
Given Serie's high-profile intervention and the impending defeat of their troops, how could the other party endure not showing up and not even attempt any long-range interference or sneak attack?
Were they overly cautious, or did they have other plans?
He looked to the west, and the information about the friction between human kingdoms mentioned in Aila's letter resurfaced in his mind.
The name Schlacht flashed through his mind.
That demon, which narrowly escaped two hundred years ago, with its cunning, would never give up easily.
Abandoning this army so quietly seemed more like a cover for a larger conspiracy.
However, Kurtz was also unsure, because from any perspective, the situation of the Dwarves seemed more dangerous.
As for the human side, it was just friction, and they hadn't even started fighting.
It was far from as urgent as the Dwarves' situation, where the city was about to fall.
But the more it was like this, the more suspicious Kurtz became.
The battle below quickly came to an end.
When the last monster attempting to make a last stand was precisely blasted into dust by a casual Light Arrow from Serie, there was no trace of any monster outside Bai Fortress.
The Dwarves' cheers of victory echoed through the sky, filled with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster and supreme reverence for the magic user who had descended like a deity.
However, this Miss Magic User clearly did not care about the Dwarves' respect; her figure flickered a few times, and she returned to the mountaintop, landing in front of Kurtz and Flamme.
Serie stood steady, allowing her aura to stabilize, and even the suffocating magic pressure around her body subsided slightly.
And there was some dark red blood on the hem and cuffs of her white robe; this was not because she was injured, but monster blood, which looked particularly jarring.
There wasn't even a hint of fatigue on her face, only a slight paleness due to the large consumption of magic.
She walked directly in front of Kurtz, ignoring Flamme, who was sitting to the side, and looked at him calmly: "It's over. What do we do next?"
Her voice was very calm, as if the earth-shattering killing just now was merely a casual act.
Kurtz withdrew his gaze from the west and looked at Serie: "Mm, you've worked hard."
He paused, then continued, "Although the monster army has been defeated, there's no guarantee they won't return. To be safe, we should stay in this city first."
"Firstly, we can gather more detailed information and look for clues about the demon race; secondly, we can ensure that this city will not be threatened again in the short term. After all, after we leave, they will also need time to rebuild their defensive fortifications."
Serie nodded slightly, having no objection to this arrangement: "Mm, I'll listen to you."
When the group returned to the gates of the White City, Dwarf soldiers had already been waiting for a long time.
They had initially thought that this powerful Master Magic User would leave directly, preventing them from expressing their gratitude, but thankfully, this Master Magic User had returned.
In the middle of the soldiers, a Dwarf, though short in stature, but exceptionally burly, approached the two, surrounded by a squad of soldiers.
His thick, reddish-brown beard was braided into thick plaits; he wore heavy armor and held a large war hammer stained with monster blood.
The other party was clearly the Lord of this city.
He came closer, his gaze first falling on Serie.
The huge contrast between her petite body and the world-destroying posture she displayed just now made even him, a Dwarf Lord accustomed to grand scenes, feel a sense of disbelief.
He took a deep breath, heavily struck his armor with his right hand, performing the Dwarves' most solemn salute:
"Noble and powerful Master Magic User! I am Baling, the guardian of White Fortress!" He gazed gratefully at Serie. "On behalf of all Dwarves in the city, I extend our deepest gratitude to you! If not for your timely intervention, our city might have already been overrun by monsters. We will never forget your kindness!"
His words were heartfelt, and even the Dwarf warriors behind him collectively saluted, expressing their respect to Serie.
Facing such a grand expression of gratitude, Serie's expression remained unchanged, still maintaining her indifferent demeanor, only nodding slightly as a response.
She seemed uninterested in such scenes.
Baling clearly also noticed Serie's indifference, but he didn't mind at all.
Magic users always had peculiar temperaments.
His gaze then shifted to Kurtz beside Serie and Flamme, who was sitting on a stone.
He noticed Flamme's slightly pale and tired face and the lingering magical aura on her body, seemingly indicating that it was this young human girl who had attacked those flying monsters just now.
"Two noble sirs!" Baling turned to Kurtz and Flamme, also saluting solemnly. "Thank you for your help, especially this young girl; it must have been you who eliminated those damned aerial monsters, right? Truly astonishing magical ability."
He noticed that this human male seemed not to have made a move, but how could someone who could stand beside that terrifying Master Magic User be an ordinary person?
Kurtz smiled in response: "You flatter us, City Lord. This is Flamme." He introduced gently, while giving Flamme an encouraging look.
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