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Chapter 489 - 489 489 Has a Mage Group Arrived

489: Chapter 489: Has a Mage Group Arrived?

489: Chapter 489: Has a Mage Group Arrived?

“What did you find out?” the other Undead Mages asked, their faces filled with lingering fear.

If luck had not been on their side, they would have perished in that moment, the attack’s range was simply too vast.

Fortunately, the attack was not uniformly distributed; otherwise, none would have had any chance to escape.

Yet, even so, the appalling sight before them left everyone shaken.

Countless undead were slain or maimed in the assault, and that was not the worst of it.

The especial loss was of the special undead.

The attacks were clearly targeting these special undead, and their losses were heavy.

And the Undead Mages nearby suffered countless losses, with the apprentices bearing the brunt of it.

“This is definitely not the work of a single Fire Mage.

It must have been a Mage Tower Team.

Who would have thought that such a small territory was hiding such a formidable Mage Group.

What is the Chirali Empire up to?”

“A Mage Group?

Impossible.

Are they planning to launch an attack on the Plague Lands again?”

The Chirali Empire had done this before but later realized that conquering the Plague Lands was fruitless, so they ceased such actions.

The border territories were merely for defense.

Besides, conquering the Plague Lands was not without cost.

Now, with two Legendary Mages in the area, it would be impossible to conquer such a place without significant losses.

“If it’s not a Mage Group, then what else could it be?”

“Why couldn’t it be a large Magic Array or a Great Mage?” someone interjected.

Another scoffed, “You’re thinking too much.

Using a large Magic Array requires a Mage Tower, and if there was one here, we would have sensed it long ago.”

“As for a Great Mage, you don’t think their spells would look like this, do you?”

Think about it; it seemed improbable.

The Fire Mage’s magic usually struck with great uniformity.

In a widespread attack, the area within its range would receive a rather balanced assault.

If it were an attack by a Great Mage, most of them would not have survived.

But this kind of large-scale precision strike seemed more like the result of many individual spells.

Looking at it this way, it did seem like the handiwork of a Mage Group.

But how could they possibly deal with a Mage Group?

Even if they had greater numbers on their side, they were still no match for an organized Mage Group.

“The losses have been tallied.

In that last attack, we lost sixteen members, including three Advanced Mages.”

Those three were the unlucky ones directly hit by multiple rocket spells; otherwise, they would not have died so easily.

There were many more wounded, far exceeding the number of the sixteen deceased.

The greater losses were among the special undead and their apprentice wards.

Can’t you see that some of the undead have lost control and are rampaging wildly?

Similarly, such substantial commotion drew the attention of others.

The people at Fla Fortress stopped their meetings and rushed to the fort walls to watch from a distance.

The disturbance just now was too massive, and the residual Magic Power fluctuations were still incredibly intense.

“What happened just now?” Count Valen asked someone at his side.

The officer on duty hastily said, “Just now, a large wave of powerful Fire Magic attacks struck the undead on the other side.” As he spoke, the man gesticulated wildly with his hands and feet.

“Conduct a reconnaissance immediately to find out what happened,” Count Valen ordered, turning to the Magic Consultant by his side.

There stood a figure totally enshrouded in a long robe, appearing rather short and with his face completely obscured.

A hoarse voice rose, “Judging by the current fluctuations in magic power, it’s likely that a Mage Group has made a move.

Could it be the Empire’s doing?

With such a scale, probably only the Royal Family and the two Dukes could accomplish this.”

“The neighbor has a good relationship with the Royal Family, but not much with the two Dukes.

Could this mean that the Royal Family is planning something, perhaps restructuring the northern landscape?” suggested a staff officer.

Count Valen shook his head, “Not necessarily, if the Royal Family truly intended to do so, they would have far better methods.”

“However, I’ve heard that Lord Zhao Guang has the support of powerful mages and alchemists.

Could it be that he brought them over from his homeland?” Upon hearing this, everyone’s complexion changed.

“If that’s really the case, then we need to reassess our neighbor,” they conceded.

Indeed, such capability had risen to a national level.

“Report this at once; we have no reason to conceal such a major incident.”

The Lizardmen, with countless of their kind witnessing the spectacle, were also utterly astonished.

“This scale, this attack, could it be the work of a Great Mage?” They had heard tales of Great Mages.

Although Undead Mages were not proficient in direct attacks, that was merely relative.

If truly pressed to unleash such an attack, they could achieve it—at least, that was what the stories they heard implied.

“No, this should be the attack pattern of a Mage Group.

Fire Mages and Undead Mages are different,” countered Mokli gravely.

Born of the Silver Tower, Mokli, who understood mages better than most—his very parents were Great Mages—knew exactly what a Great Mage’s capabilities looked like.

This was definitely the work of a Mage Group; perhaps not as powerful as a single Great Mage, yet its effect on the battlefield was even stronger.

After all, a Great Mage was but one person, unable to squander such an abundance of magic power.

Mokli regretted underestimating his Lord, now realizing he could command a whole Mage Group.

With such a realm, its future prospects were clear to imagine.

The slight dissatisfaction that had lingered in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a trace of fear.

Unacceptable, he must prove his worth, must mend the rifts that had formed previously.

With such a territory, if he could just make good strides within it, he might obtain resources that would allow him to progress further, perhaps to ascend to the rank of an Advanced Mage.

He was aware that his own talents were insufficient to advance any further on his own.

Thus, his ambition had been limited to reaching the level of an Advanced Mage.

Unlike magicians, mages had far higher demands on innate talent.

Zhao Guang himself was oblivious, unaware that he had unwittingly been credited with commanding a Mage Group.

But even with knowledge of this, it wouldn’t matter—he could simply choose not to acknowledge it.

Once he made his next breakthrough, he would be able to firmly secure his current position.

At that moment, Zhao Guang, gazing at the scene before him, was also shocked.

That he could achieve this on his own, produce a spectacle that an entire artillery troop might not replicate, was truly spectacular.