Demon Attack 1

Can I have a hug?

Methode pressed her advantage, a hint of anticipation on her face, "Lady Serie never lets me hold her."

"Do whatever you want."

Frieren gazed intently at the grimoire, seemingly indifferent to Methode's request.

Methode successfully hugged Frieren. Fern's eyes widened slightly. Touching her head was already her bottom line. She couldn't allow someone to hug Frieren right in front of her!

"Lady Frieren, you can't treat your body so lightly."

Fern rushed forward and grabbed Frieren, trying to snatch Frieren back from Methode. The three of them argued for a while, then simultaneously let go, simply because they all sensed the Mana fluctuations around them.

"Those two guys, and they weren't afraid of the three of us experienced mages. They're clearly two belligerents."

Frieren put down the grimoire, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

Realizing their location had been exposed, the Demons in Priest's robes flew through the air and unleashed Mist-Summoning Magic in Frieren's direction. It was a thick fog that filled the entire forest, blocking the vision of those with Mana abilities. Taking advantage of this opportunity, another Demons suddenly released an attack spell, successfully separating Frieren and Methode into a 1-2 formation: Methode alone, Frieren and Fern together.

"Interesting. They know tactics, and their Mana is considerable. Fern, you need to be careful of attacks from above."

Frieren looked around with great interest; from this interaction, she could tell that the other party indeed possessed a high level of combat awareness.

"Lady Frieren, Demons usually only focus on researching one type of magic. Why are these two Demons using Flight Magic and other magic at the same time?"

Fern asked curiously, as this was what puzzled her, since the Demons she had encountered before had all stayed obediently on the ground.

"This is quite normal, Fern. For Demons, Flight Magic is as natural as walking and breathing. Encountering Demons in the wild often results in this kind of scene. Sure enough, these guys are already very used to fighting this way; their fighting style is always in the optimal position."

Frieren was unusually excited about encountering this Demons, and a smile curved her lips.

In the distance, from the forest, the sounds of magical explosions were particularly powerful. Frieren, watching the rising and falling Mana fluctuations, smiled even more broadly, "Looks like the fighting has already started on Methode's side. You can leave that Fern guy to me."

"Lady Frieren, why are you leaving it to me? We could easily take him down two by ourselves."

Fern looked puzzled.

"Because this is a mission for First-Class Mage, Fern, you are First-Class Mage."

Frieren spoke earnestly.

"But, at a time like this..."

Before Fern could finish speaking, Frieren pointed to the left. The next second, a magical attack came from the direction Frieren was pointing. Fern quickly released a pentagonal Defensive Magic to block it.

"Don't worry, Fern, it's not an unbeatable opponent. Look, it blocked the shot, didn't it?"

Frieren said with a smile.

The attacker was the Demons who had been dressed as Priest earlier. His face was cold, and his expression carried a hint of murderous intent, clearly indicating that he had already identified Frieren and Fern as his prey.

"But Lady Frieren, the fact that I was able to defend against the magic attack just now was entirely accidental. I didn't even notice the attack. If Lady Frieren hadn't pointed out the direction of the attack, I wouldn't have been able to defend against it in the thick fog."

Fern looked at the suddenly appearing Priest Demons, a slight tension appearing on his face, his hand gripping the staff trembling slightly. "The opponent is too strong, Lady Frieren."

Compared to Fern's panic, Frieren appeared remarkably calm. She gently patted Fern's back to comfort her, "It's alright, Fern, I believe in you."

Night had fallen, and bonfires were lit in the ruins of the village. Genao squatted calmly in front of the fire, looking completely at ease.

Seeing Genao's calm demeanor, Li Yan, bored out of her mind, began to tease Genao, "Do you have someone you like, Genao?"

When Li Yan suddenly spoke up, Genao was slightly taken aback. It took him a while to realize that Li Yan was talking to him. "Living in this era, struggling to survive every day, who has the thought of finding someone they like? I probably won't find one in this lifetime."

Genao's calm and matter-of-fact tone made Li Yan slightly stunned. Even years after the Demon King's death, the Northern War Zone had not been able to return to peace, and even First-Class Mage could not afford to have a partner.

"It's okay, you'll have it later."

Looking at the calm Genao, Li Yan felt a surge of excitement. He planned to ask his Grandmaster to implement a new benefit: the Magic Continent Association would provide First-Class Mages with free partner assignments and vacations for them to enjoy playing together.

It's like the Magic Continent Association is issuing girlfriends, and they're all kinds of girlfriends: gentle, virtuous, elegant, well-educated, Noble ladies, daughters of wealthy merchants, farm girls, and all-rounders.

These girlfriends are perfect in every way – personality, figure, and family background. They are not only worthy of First-Class Mage, but they can also solve the problem of some guys who are not good at relationships but desperately crave them.

This method is commonly known as high-quality matchmaking. The First-Class Mage always holds the initiative, while the other party, as the assigned partner, naturally has prior arrangements, having seen the First-Class Mage's photo beforehand, and agreeing to the assignment.

All sorts of strange ideas fermented in Li Yan's mind. Looking at Genao's calm and indifferent appearance, Li Yan began to look forward to what it would be like if he had someone he liked.

"The fluctuation of Mana seems to have arrived."

Genao rose and calmly gazed into the distance, where a powerful Mana energy was slowly approaching.

Li Yan squinted slightly. This scene seemed familiar; she seemed to have seen the Demons in front of her in previous comics.

"Just as I predicted, there are indeed humans guarding the corpse in the village."

A slight smile played on Reyferdi's lips as he gazed in the direction of Genao, lost in thought for a moment before arrogantly speaking, "That First-Class Mage over there looks familiar. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. State your name."

"Mr. Li Yan, if you are going to fight, do not take its strikes head-on, because its magic can control the weight of the four swords in its hands, which are formed from Mana. The lightest swords are as light as a feather and extremely fast, while the heaviest ones are as heavy as a mountain pressing down. Those four Mana Greatswords are replicas of the Mana swords that split mountains in the Mythical Era. Please be careful."

As Genao said this, he knew Li Yan's fighting style very well; she was exceptionally skilled in both magic and melee combat, a perfect Magic Warrior.