Viking

The goblin, previously radiating killing intent, saw Mu En chanting incomprehensible spells. Witnessing its own forces in disarray, it was filled with rage. Raising its wand, it aimed directly at Mu En.

"Avad—"

Clang!!

Suddenly, blood streaks appeared on its raised arm. The goblin's face turned ashen as it watched a large portion of flesh being ripped from its entire arm in an instant.

"This is—wind?!"

Its thoughts became chaotic. Looking at the figure whose beard and hair were wildly flying in the storm, it could no longer muster its previous arrogance and anger.

All that remained was fear.

Run, run quickly!

However, it was already a step too late compared to its companions. Not to mention the dark, oppressive thunderclouds that seemed poised to engulf the sky. Where could it run to?

Furthermore, besides the wind, there was also rain!

As the first drop of rain fell, these goblins once again experienced what it meant to be in excruciating pain.

These were not gentle raindrops.

They were like sharp arrows shot straight down from the heavens, splashing clouds of blood mist upon them.

"Protego—"

"Impedimenta—"

Countless spells were uttered by the goblins, but no matter what spell they cast, under the fury of the wind and rain, they could only hold out for a moment.

Mu En watched these goblins, beginning to evaluate the spell.

This magic fused Thales's storm magic with the world's advanced weather spells and his own understanding.

It seemed to be quite powerful now, and the range was sufficiently wide.

Although he had done his best to integrate anchoring spells to ensure the wind and rain would only attack animals, preventing significant damage to vegetation and inorganic matter, he still couldn't make the wind and rain distinguish between friend and foe.

Currently, some goblins were attempting to use tree bark to shield their heads, hoping to cause the spells to misjudge and reduce the rain's damage.

Mu En's lips curved slightly. He hadn't expected these fellows to react so quickly.

They were even showing signs of trying to escape the spell's range.

His gaze fell upon a goblin in the distance. This was the one who had kicked open the door earlier, seemingly the leader of this group.

And also the fastest one to flee.

Currently, it was using a piece of tree bark as a shield, transforming into black mist, and escaping into the distance.

However, Mu En was still very curious as to what reason prevented them from teleporting.

As he pondered this, he shot out like an arrow, following behind that fellow.

Unexpectedly, a silver light flashed in the direction the goblin was fleeing. Accompanied by a sharp howl, Mu En saw the goblin fall straight down.

From afar, a powerful roar also echoed!

Mu En raised his hand slightly and slowly turned it towards the sky.

[Cloud Dissipation]

The rain and wind gradually disappeared, replaced by the familiar snowflakes.

Gradually, Mu En could also see the approaching figures.

The first to come into view was a dragon head with sharp teeth and ferocious bone spurs.

Following behind were warriors on the dragon's back, their muscles bulging, with huge braided brown beards, their faces adorned with war paint made from bluestone.

Mu En's heart skipped a beat, a little surprised.

In this world, people with such attire could only be one kind.

A nation renowned worldwide for its combat prowess, built on pillage and slaughter.

Vikings!

He hadn't expected that in an era where Vikings had been assimilated by Germanic peoples, the wizarding world would still have Viking tribes that maintained their traditions so well.

There were about a dozen Vikings approaching, each riding a dragon. Mu En even spotted a child among them, wearing a horned helmet, a fur coat reinforced with runes, and wielding a single-headed axe, participating in the encirclement and annihilation of the goblins.

The leader of the group flew directly towards Mu En.

Mu En waved his hand across his face, then gathered his golden hair, awaiting the arrival.

The leader was powerfully built, bare-chested, clad only in a bearskin, his hair braided back, as was his beard.

The silver light Mu En had seen earlier came from the throwing axe in his hand.

"Did you kill these goblins?" he asked.

Mu En nodded. "Are you the Vikings the goblins were talking about chasing them?"

The man nodded. "That's right, we're from Lorland. These goblins killed our dragons and stole our dragon eggs, so we chased them all the way here."

Mu En nodded, a hint of surprise in his voice, "The International Confederation of Wizards allows you to raise dragons?"

The man nodded. "Some tribes of Vikings have the custom of raising dragons, so they have special permission from the International Confederation of Wizards." After explaining, he looked back at Mu En and said, "My name is Evan Maxen. Thank you for your help."

Mu En waved his hand. "They just came to our door, it was a coincidence."

As they were speaking, both of them suddenly noticed what was happening below.

The child Mu En had noticed earlier had arrived at the front of the castle and happened to meet Harry.

"Are you a wizard?" The child's axe was stained with goblin blood, and a goblin's head was tied to his waist. It was the same goblin who had attacked Mu En earlier.

At the same time, he was holding the wand of the goblin from earlier.

He had been here just now, trying to wield the wand, and as a result, he noticed Harry.

"Obviously, I am a wizard." Harry nodded. This was the first time he had witnessed such a bloody scene of slaughter. Although he was surprised, he felt no fear.

Goblins, especially illegal goblin organizations aiming to restore their nation. Their deaths did not stir any emotion in Harry's heart.

They were enemies, after all.

The boy sized Harry up, then frowned. The young dragon behind him also eyed Harry menacingly.

Then, he raised his axe and pointed it at Harry, "Let's have a fight!"

"Kri!!" Evan's angry roar suddenly sounded from the sky. "Don't be rude!"

Saying that, Mu En and Evan descended simultaneously.

"It seems this child is quite warlike," Mu En said with a smile.

Evan looked a bit embarrassed and put an arm around the child called Kri. "Forgive me, this is my son. Kri, this is Mr. Mu En Jones."

Kri's face was stubborn. "I didn't mean anything else, I just want to see how strong wizards are!"

Evan slapped the top of his head. "It's Christmas Eve today, behave yourself. Don't force me to hit you in front of others!"

After speaking, he looked up at Mu En again. "Sorry, this child... is not a spellcaster, so he's a bit competitive towards wizards."

Mu En glanced at the stubborn kid opposite him, looking surprised.

It seems the Vikings have something special. Non-spellcasters can achieve this level of combat power?!

Then, he glanced at Harry again and suddenly felt...

"If you want to fight, I think we can!"

He then looked at Harry, "You've been practicing for so long, I'm quite curious about your current level?!"

Harry also smiled, a little nervous but also a little eager, and nodded. "Of course."

As he spoke, he reached his right hand into the golden silk pocket at his waist. The sound of metal clashing emerged.

Clang—

A Blue Steel Longsword was drawn out, and Harry held the sword with both hands. The ring on his finger glowed slightly.

The next moment, fierce flames ignited on the sword's body.