Chapter 388 - 220: Think It Over Again

In the sky several hundred kilometers away from the Lankote Snowfield, a team of flying mounts was speeding through the air.

At the forefront was a fiery red dragon eagle the size of a horse, followed closely by a V-formation of griffins.

"How long until we arrive?" asked a man dressed in a white priest robe, riding on the dragon eagle.

He had an ordinary appearance and would likely be mistaken for a regular person if he were walking on the street rather than riding a Level 5 challenge dragon eagle.

The only slightly noticeable feature about him might be the black fist striking upwards embroidered on the chest of his priest robe.

"We’ve already passed the Valley of Dead Water; we should arrive in about forty-five minutes," a middle-aged man riding a griffin nearby, holding a crystal stone staff, answered after a brief thought.

"Hmm." Aesir nodded slightly upon hearing this, his expression unchanged.

"Lord Aesir, I think with Lord Sarno and Lord Olaf’s abilities, perhaps by the time we arrive, the two lords would have already secured the necromancy crystal, and we would just need to clean up the battlefield," the middle-aged man with the crystal stone staff said with a smile.

As the captain of the ’Wind Spirit Squad’, one of the three bronze squads under the ’Nightmare Blade’, Balza Feng was well aware of Sarno and Olaf’s strengths.

Finding Balza’s words amusing, Aesir, clad in a priest robe, also smiled slightly and said calmly, "That would be best, but we should still hurry."

"Understood, my lord."

...

Edge of the Lankote Snowfield.

The battle at the temporary camp was still ongoing.

Having seen Olaf hammered into the hard permafrost, Sarno felt a twinge of fear.

But thinking about the consequences of failure as well as the rewards of success, Sarno was inclined to try one last time.

’As long as I take down this guy, there’s still a chance to turn the tide.’

’Aesir and the others will arrive in at most an hour!’

’However, I need to find an opportunity to cast the Dissolution Spell to possibly kill this guy!’

’Need to find an opportunity!’

The Dissolution Spell, as a Sixth Level Spell, was incredibly destructive.

Comparatively, Sixth Level Spells and those of Fifth Level and lower had a fundamental power difference.

Additionally, determining whether a mage is at the transcendent level can generally be measured by whether they have mastered Sixth Level Spells.

Sarno was seen casting ’Big Step Sprinting’ on himself while pulling out a scroll of the Fourth Level Spell ’Ice Storm’ from his pouch.

’The Frost Spell can surely slow down that guy and others.’

’Should be enough time to cast the Sixth Level Spell.’

Sarno’s eyes flashed with insight.

He halted his steps and turned to the crowd approaching him, tearing the ’Ice Storm’ scroll!

In an instant!

With the casting of the Fourth Level Spell Ice Storm, within a range of several dozens of meters above the heads of seven to eight people, including Raine, dark clouds gathered, a blizzard fiercely erupted, and walnut-sized hailstones rained down en masse.

"Watch out, dodge quickly! It’s the Fourth Level Spell Ice Storm!"

"Quick, dodge!"

Facing the Fourth Level Spell Ice Storm, whether it was the unshielded Baron Olsen, Benest, or the shield-bearing Royal Guards, they all hurriedly scattered to evade.

Ice Storm, as a Fourth Level Spell, had its power primarily comprised of two aspects.

Firstly, the dense walnut-sized hailstones, striking down with considerable power.

But for advanced combat professionals, raising a shield could mostly block these hailstones’ physical attacks, resulting in minimal damage.

The deadly part was its contained extreme cold frost energy.

As a Fourth Level Spell, seventy percent of Ice Storm’s power came from the chilling frost energy, which would cause anyone within its range to experience stiffness in their limbs, rapid body temperature loss, and a severe reduction in mobility.

Additionally, as the ground would quickly become a treacherous snowy terrain, failing to dodge would mean taking the full damage of the Fourth Level Spell.

This posed a lethal threat to any combat professional not at the extraordinary level.

Of course, someone on the scene was an exception.

At that moment, Raine merely raised his shield slightly to block the hailstones, his figure almost undeterred, seemingly unaffected by the cold, walking forward as if on flat ground.

Even the treacherous snowy terrain didn’t hinder him whatsoever.

"Dissolve..."

Sarno barely finished muttering the first few words of the Dissolution Spell incantation before he couldn’t continue.

With a dumbfounded expression, he watched the scene before him, his usually sharp mind in chaos—

’What is going on!’

’Fog Spell has no effect!’

’Spiritual Magic has no effect!’

’Frost Magic also has no effect!!’

’Is the opponent a dragon? Such magic immunity?’

This directly foiled his subsequent plans!

Although he mastered the high-powered attack spell—the Dissolution Spell, as a Sixth Level Spell, it inherently required a long casting time.

His plan was to use the Fourth Level Spell Ice Storm to buy time for casting the Dissolution Spell, but now that plan had evidently failed.

Sarno was truly panicking now!

’No way!’

’Must retreat!’

Under the pressure of death, no reward was worth it.

He hurriedly cast the Flash Spell again, his figure instantly disappearing from where he stood and reappearing twenty meters away, once again widening the distance between him and Raine.