Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 297 - 297 148 Seeking Revenge

297: Chapter 148 Seeking Revenge 297: Chapter 148 Seeking Revenge Canis’s heavy sword technique struck down, and Met turned to swing his spear, utilizing the length advantage of the magic wand, the spear blade thrust forward first, aiming for the torso of the Wolf Family Young Master.

The long sword followed, clashing with the spear blade.

Clang!

Amidst the metallic clang, the two steel blades barely touched when Canis’s sharp sword instantly changed trajectory, switching to a horizontal slash.

Despite being a knight, Met boldly raised his magic wand with a loud thud, blocking the fierce decapitation attack.

The blasting air stirred up the robes beneath the magician’s half armor.

However, the forceful slash from Canis did not shake the all-steel magic wand in the magician’s hand at all.

Steady as if rooted, Met solidly withstood the Knight of Valor’s brute force.

Canis was not surprised by the wizard’s martial prowess.

He had seen him fight in the ranks of the Kantadar army at Mamor’s battlefield.

Magicians were not the frail types capable only of tricks as folktales often portrayed.

The spellcasters of the Northern Fortress not only mastered magic but also could significantly enhance their self-defense abilities over their prolonged lifespans by dedicating even just a fraction of their lives to martial pursuits, regardless of their natural talent.

In a blink, several moves had been exchanged.

In the seemingly slowed-down reactions, Met surveyed the surrounding Knights of Valor attacking him.

In single combat, except for the Great Knight under the Earl, he was not afraid of anyone present.

But numerous ants can overwhelm an elephant, and alone he could not fight against the many by just martial prowess alone.

Suddenly, Met slammed the end of his magic wand into the ground, generating a hastily formed magic shockwave.

The released whirlwind exploded, causing Canis’s cloak to flutter and his Wolf Pattern Armor to light up briefly, neutralizing the elemental reaction in front of him.

But Met’s action was not to blow away the entangling Wolf Family Young Master but rather himself!

Standing foolishly on the ground surrounded by these knights, he had no chance for a desperate struggle.

Without resisting the shock, Met leapt into the air.

With one hand rotating the magic wand, the spear tip, like the tip of a pen, fluidly flicked out a series of demon runes, while he rapidly chanted spells, his eyes scanning the crowd below.

Met only focused on Hilgard.

At this moment, the greatest threat to him was his old friend, also a Warlock Master.

He could not expect his old friend to stand idly by given his sudden violent actions.

In just an instant, seeing Hilgard merely holding the magic wand in front of Count Trosa, seemingly energetically hammering down to deploy a magic technique to protect the nobles behind him, Met felt somewhat relieved.

His old friend had indeed gone easy on him, not really interrupting him even if he couldn’t assist.

Clearly, as long as General Trosa was not threatened, Hilgard wouldn’t fatally strike him.

His old friend also hoped for his escape.

While the magician contemplated, his spellcasting didn’t slow down in the slightest.

A hurricane quickly formed under Met’s feet, and for a brief moment, his body stood in mid-air.

“…Fire arrows!”

The Deer Family’s knight commanded the archers and crossbowmen rushing up from behind.

The twang of bowstrings!

Like a torrential downpour, dense arrows swarmed towards Met.

The magician’s heart tightened, forcing him to interrupt his spellcasting to activate a defensive technique in his magic wand.

The spear tip tapped into the air, and circles of purple demon runes formed in front of Met, a translucent magic barrier blocking all attacks aimed at him.

The arrows clinked and clattered against the barrier, scattering in all directions.

Below, Hilgard symbolically cast a few flashy but ineffectual tricks with his magic wand, his eyes flashing slightly; he had never seen the defensive magic Met was using at that moment.

…Watching the magician in mid-air, Leon slightly furrowed his brow on the periphery, discarding the stone he had picked up from the ground.

He recognized this familiar, headache-inducing defensive magic.

That floating barrier seemed to be the same magic used by the Mage Atiyas who had chased him and Kovis in the past.

Magic that even Isa’s Arrow could not penetrate, let alone regular arrows.

Of course, Leon wasn’t too worried.

Unlike the dire single combat in the past, there were plenty of knights now subduing the magician, all offended by Orland.

There was really no need for him, a little knight, to intervene; better to honestly hang back.

Watching the throng of Orland’s soldiers crowd around, feeling the commanders had enough control to handle the magician, Leon refrained from joining the chaos, picked up the Wing Helmet from the ground, secured it, and stood next to Baron Eriv, guarding the Sealing Lord.

In the midst of chaos, a vengeful Canis seized a spear from a nearby soldier, brandishing it backwards as he let out a roar: “Haah—!”

He launched a surprise backstab, throwing the weapon like a cannonball.

The whistling terrifying sound of breaking air reached them in an instant.

Reacting promptly, Met dragged the barrier just in time to block the thrown spear.

The spear struck the barrier, its shaft splintering, and the magician’s body slightly recoiled from the impact.

After the first strike, naturally, there came a second.

Not knowing which knights took inspiration, several thrown weapons came flying, even mixed with a couple of spinning throwing axes.

This time, unable to cope with the intense barrage of attacks from all directions, Met broke out in a cold sweat and could only expand the barrier magic given to him by the Atiyas people.

The purple semi-circular demon rune barrier, sphere-like, extended to envelop Met’s entire body.

With the adjustment of the magic, the glow of the magic barrier encasing Met visibly dimmed, yet the incoming wave of arrows and throwing axes continued to be repelled.