Just now, when Murphy flew into the sky and pulled out the rocket launcher, he had also thrown four or five longswords into the air, keeping them afloat with the Levitation Charm. Only when Alexei had no time to worry about Vitaly did he fire them all at once. Most of them missed, but in the end, one sword fulfilled its mission.
"Vitaly..." The old shaman froze for an instant.
He did not have a particularly deep impression of this student, but no matter what, he was still one of his own people, his own apprentice. And now, in the place where he cultivated, right under his nose, he had been killed by a foreign wizard.
"Damn it!" Alexei was furious.
It had been a long time since he had tasted this feeling.
His original thought of merely holding the other side back and leaving with Vitaly vanished into thin air.
At this moment, all he wanted was to kill this enemy who had invaded his home.
Alexei suddenly struck the hide drum with his staff.
Along with a booming drumbeat, a gust of wind spread out, carrying the old shaman's voice in every direction.
"All things have spirits!"
"Spirit of the sky, Nebo! Spirit of the earth, Zemlya! Spirit of the rivers, Reka! Spirit of the forest, Les!"
Every time Alexei shouted a name, he struck the drum hard. The drumbeats grew louder and louder, rising higher and higher.
"I praise your true names! Hear my command! Seal this territory!"
All at once, Murphy felt his body sink, as if something had pressed down on his shoulders. At the same time, even the air seemed to thicken, leaving him almost unable to breathe.
Suddenly, the solid ground beneath his feet softened. Surges of mud churned upward, turning it into