The Sorcerer Who Reached the Arcane Limit! Seven Mountains of Gold!
After making a decision, Ailin immediately gave the middle-aged wizard an assessment.
While attribute levels don't determine a warlock's strength, they do provide a reference.
Otherwise, if you use the same tactics you use against a regular warlock, you could easily lose to a melee mage who is very skilled with a staff.
Name: Ronnie Dickinson
[Attributes: Strength 24, Agility 31, Constitution 31, Perception 99, Mysticism 199]
Immediately...
Ailin's step forward was abruptly stopped by the attribute panel that appeared above the wizard's head.
Perception attribute 99!
Mysterious attribute 199!
Good news, the enemy is a standard male sorcerer, not the club-wielding monster Wiggerts from the original story who was even more skilled than the Vilgefortz.
The bad news is that this warlock is quite strong, with a perception attribute of 99 points and an arcane attribute just one point shy of 200.
He guessed that whether it was Perception 99 or Mystery 199, it should be the same as his power attribute, reaching the level of "Limit - Beginner" in the Witcher's Handbook.
Ailin immediately put aside the slight arrogance he had just expelled from the Evil God, and the slight disdain that had arisen due to the middle-aged wizard's gentle and harmless appearance, and instantly became vigilant.
He was thinking...
Even if those magical lightning bolts were instantaneous, their intensity shouldn't be the casting speed, frequency, and power one would expect under extreme mysticism.
He shouldn't have even been able to dodge it; at the very least, a bolt of lightning should have struck him.
therefore...
Either this male wizard is just an experimental male wizard with extremely high pure attributes, or he is pretending, pretending to be an ordinary male wizard.
Considering Ronnie Dickinson's strength, agility, and physique, comparable to an average witcher, this level is already top-tier for a sorcerer, and must have required long-term training or modification...
Whether it was through long-term training or physical modifications for these three attributes unrelated to sorcerers, it inevitably indicates that he is not an ordinary experimental male sorcerer.
so...
Why does he hide his talents?
"I'm sorry, you've made a foolish decision."
Ronnie Dickinson must have sensed the probing of the examiner; his usually gentle and warm face instantly turned cold.
The chirping of birds that had been echoing in the cubicle suddenly stopped.
Instead, there was a cacophony of noise, countless footsteps that shook the entire laboratory.
He seemed to have somehow managed to make Drakkenberg's guards aware of everything as soon as the copper door to the laboratory, which was nearly a hundred meters away, was opened, and they rushed straight in.
However, it will be a short while before the guards arrive.
The roaring flames, imbued with Elisha's rage, twisted the air and surged forth from his hands.
As Ailin's thoughts raced, he quickly crossed his hands in front of him.
"Bang!"
A pale purple Otherrhop magic shield protected him, keeping the flames at bay.
He then moved a few steps to the side, preventing the spell from affecting Dante and Bont, before withdrawing his hand seals and suddenly stepping aside before the flames could lick his body.
"Boom!"
The flames struck a glass jar about half a person's height against the wall, and the jar shattered instantly, releasing a murky green liquid that hissed and vaporized.
A foul-smelling mist rose into the air.
"Die! Die! Die!" Elisha roared, his face contorted with rage. "You mere witchers dare to harm your creator..."
The shock of his broken leg drove him to the brink of madness; after scorching flames shot from his hands, the temperature continued to rise, and the flames turned from red to incandescent.
Like a twisted and ferocious white snake, it followed Ailin's dodging figure.
The flames melted the steel table, turning the torture chair, which had been split in two by Ronnie's lightning, into a lump of molten iron.
The Flame Serpent did not catch up with Ailin.
By maneuvering and shifting, he could always find a place to hide in the narrow space. The flames, on the other hand, caused the temperature in the small compartment to rise sharply, making it feel like an oven.
Witchers' physique makes them more tolerant of extreme temperature changes than sorcerers.
At this moment, the best way to stop Ailin is to join forces with Elisha and turn their attention to attacking Dante and Bont.
But Ronnie Dickinson did not.
Three or four meters behind Elisha, he remained calm and unhurried, not casting any spells or even warning Elisha that the Fire Element he was controlling was beginning to spiral out of control.
He was observing Ailin's nimble movements...
No!
It wasn't like observing an enemy in hopes of finding the perfect countermeasure; it was like examining, testing, and seeking knowledge...
Ronnie Dickinson wanted to Elisha's enraged attack to test all of his combat data.
The reason he opened the laboratory door and let the guards in was simply to unleash his full potential through a strong sense of crisis.
Ailin immediately knew that Ronnie Dickinson had his eye on his body.
However, he showed no signs of anything amiss. At his previous speed, he quickly approached the two wizards of Riesberg while dodging Elisha's magical attacks.
Ailin's rapid approach also made Elisha feel a strong threat.
"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"
Blinded by rage, his eyes widened in a bloodshot rage, seemingly oblivious to the fact that behind him lay an even more powerful sorcerer, who continued to raise the temperature of the magical flames.
And the moment the flames quickly turned from incandescent to a faint blue.
"Ah--"
A bloodcurdling scream.
The flames that were aimed at Ailin suddenly returned to their original path, like weary birds returning to their nests, and in the blink of an eye, they darted into Elisha's palm.
The wounds that had been burned and sealed off at the point where the legs were severed burst open again, but instead of blood, flames flowed out.
The Fire Element within Elisha has gone berserk!
Aren't you going to save him?
Under the cover of the receding flames, Ailin arrived silently.
"No," Ronnie Dickinson's emerald eyes, gleaming with magical light, reflected Ailin's weary face, a result of several battles, "The road to greatness has no room for a second person. His mission is complete!"
"In addition..."
As the silver sword slashed down on Elisha, whose seven orifices bled and whose head was held high in agony, he raised his staff, topped with a skull, and, in stark contrast to his previous gentle and harmless demeanor, burst into maniacal laughter:
"Got you, my masterpiece!"
Without a spell being chanted, the skull on Ronnie Dickinson's staff suddenly shattered.
A black magic sphere appeared the instant the skull shattered, and in the blink of an eye, it expanded into a spider web with a radius of two meters, lunging at Ailin, who seemed to be swinging his sword with all his might and unable to stop.
"Watch out, Ailin!" Dante shouted anxiously, his eyes wide with fury.
Ronnie Dickinson laughed heartily, "Too late!"
To capture live prey, you must wait until the prey is relaxed and tired before making a move. The best time to capture them is when the prey bites the moving bait.
He is very experienced in this area.
Then the next second.
The black spiderweb struck Ailin, then passed through him as if it had been thrown into thin air, completely enveloping Elisha, who was screaming and engulfed in flames.
Immediately.
Elisha's screams ceased; he seemed completely anesthetized and had lost the will to resist.
Following closely behind...
"Boom!"
Flames erupted instantly, like a blazing torch, scorching the ceiling.
Even so, the black spider web still bound the human-shaped red charcoal.
Where is my masterpiece?
Ronnie Dickinson was stunned.
"I caught you!"
A soft whisper reached my ear.
At the same time as the whisper came the sound of the magic shield shattering.
Ronnie Dickinson whirled around, meeting the gaze of a pair of cold, azure beastly eyes.
What eyes those were!
A chilling aura of death permeated the air, like a storm and blizzard raging on a frigid winter's sea.
Ronnie Dickinson had never seen such eyes before; seeing them was like seeing death itself.
However, he soon realized his current situation.
The staff, its head bare, trembled.
Ronnie Akins's filthy lab coat began to gleam with the light of a magical shield once more.
Almost at the same time.
"When!"
Another heavy blow shattered the newly formed magical shield.
Ronnie Dickinson remained unharmed; he hadn't even moved an inch.
When!
When!
When!
Five swords in one second!
"Stop struggling, child," Ronnie Dickinson said dismissively, though he didn't know why he felt uneasy. "I could play this game with you all day!"
"But you've been through so many battles, how long can your stamina last?"
Even if you manage to catch me dozing off...
He pulled open his chest with one hand, revealing three gems of different colors, shimmering with dazzling magical light, which served as buttons fastened to his black mage robe.
"You should know their names and uses, since you cunningly stole them..."
In fact.
He should indeed be fearless.
He could even pause his almost instantaneous defensive spells at this moment, consuming an Instant Trigger Gem to directly knock the demon hunter away, kill him, or capture him...
However, Instant Trigger Gem are very expensive. In his entire life of over a hundred years, he spent a lot of contributions and money, but he only managed to accumulate five.
in addition...
An inexplicable unease was also warning him that he would die if he stopped casting the spell, which made him look like a fool and ridiculously continue to renew the shield.
But as he said, he could use such a shield tirelessly all day long, but even the strongest witcher doesn't have that much stamina.
The advantage lies with me!
So he suppressed his unease and continued to persuade:
"Why not give up and stay here obediently, for the sake of humanity's future!"
"I can make the decision to release your two companions and have Evans let them go..."
"No!" Dante shouted anxiously. Seeing Ronnie Dickinson's superb and powerful magic, as well as those three Instant Trigger Gem, almost drove him to despair. "Don't agree to him! I'll stay, you take Bont away!"
Ronnie Deakins smiled dismissively, did not answer, and was about to continue his persuasion.
"Clang! Clang!"
After several more magical shields shattered, Ailin suddenly stopped.
Ronnie Deakins, thinking Ailin had given up, laughed loudly, "A wise decision..."
Then, as he turned his head to look, he saw those beautiful, icy blue eyes once again...
His throat felt as if it had been suddenly choked, and intense fear gripped him at that moment, reaching out with cold, bony fingers that caressed his heart.
"Da da~"
The crisp sound of footsteps was the harbinger of death.
A flash of silvery-white light, exceptionally dazzling.
He blinked instinctively, and when he opened his eyes again, he felt a lightness in his body and the world spinning around him...
In a dizzying field of vision, he saw a headless corpse, the black robes that signified a Advanced Council warlock, and three extremely familiar gems...
He suddenly realized everything...
He died.
"Why didn't the gemstone work?"
This was the last thought in his mind.
The next moment.
Ronnie Deakins, a wizard of the Unknown Rissberg Civil Conglomerate and Advanced Council warlock of the Conclave of Sorcerers, has fallen into an eternal slumber.
"Phew~"
Exhaling a long breath, Ailin crouched down, standing on the pool of blood, and quickly put away the three Instant Trigger Gem on Ronnie Dickinson's chest.
One emerald, two rubies...
It feels heavy in my hand, full of the weight of wealth.
"No one gets rich without unexpected windfalls..." Ailin opened the reagent bag and put them inside.
After ambushing Vilgefortz, he inquired about the price of the Instant Trigger Gem, intending to save up money to buy one for Lady Vesemir.
However, it was discovered that it was priceless and unavailable, circulating only within the Conclave of Sorcerers in some way, and seemingly only sold to sorcerers.
That's understandable.
After all, expert-level spells cannot be cast instantly. A Instant Trigger Gem is a life—either your own or the enemy's.
Such strategic resources are naturally subject to strict management and will not be allowed to leak out.
Today, he scored seven points in a single battle.
"Tsk tsk," Ailin clicked his tongue in admiration after rescuing Bont and venting his anger, thinking to himself, "The male wizards of the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate are really plump. Professional businessmen are just different from teachers..."
Looking back at the male wizards I've encountered, although Ben Ade holds a high position, neither Vice Dean Jens, Thomas Moru, nor Macaque carried Instant Trigger Gem with them.
On the contrary, the seven wizards of the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate were killed as soon as they encountered them.
Of course, it's also possible that Ban Ade's wizards, believing themselves to be no threat while teaching and researching at the academy, didn't wear it close to their bodies.
Since Drakkenberg is, after all, a prison, and located at a certain intersection, the male wizards of the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate, who are on field duty, will naturally be more cautious.
"However, chaos is coming," Ailin thought. "Next, any warlock with the ability, whether from the academy or an organization, will probably be scrambling to buy Instant Trigger Gem ..."
However, while the Instant Trigger Gem can be considered an extra life, it cannot be relied upon entirely.
The recently deceased Ronnie Deakins is one example, but the Witcher is a special case.
But there are other examples as well.
In the Passerlon Forest, the wizards accompanying Vilgefortz were all high-ranking male wizards under Ban Ade. Knowing that they were dealing with the Wild Hunt, many of the wizards who died must have been carrying Instant Trigger Gem.
But they didn't even have time to use the gems before they were crushed by the Wild Hunt's fireballs.
Thinking about this...
Ailin stood up thoughtfully. "Hmm... When I get back, I need to improve my Elemental Affinity and learn the ' Wild Hunt Standard Fireball as soon as possible..."
At this moment...
Dante, who was protecting Bont, was originally so desperate that he was prepared to sacrifice himself in place of Ailin.
Before he could even process what was happening, he saw Ronnie Deakins have his head chopped off with a seemingly ordinary sword strike.
He glanced at the corpse on the ground, dressed in the robes of a mage representing the Advanced Council of Conclave of Sorcerers, his mind racing. He opened his mouth, but uttered a meaningless sentence:
"That wizard, is he dead?"