Damn it!
Realizing how dangerous her rash action had put her in, Liriel's first thought was to activate teleportation magic and escape.
Because her biological father, Menzoberranzan's chief Archmage—Gromph Baenre—had emphasized in his very first lesson on magic that Wizards were not Barbarians who simply unleashed magical power at will. They had to use wisdom to harness the Weave and make its power serve them.
Especially when facing multiple powerful enemies, there was no need to confront them head-on. One should retreat decisively, seek a more suitable opportunity, and defeat them one by one.
Therefore, the Drow girl felt no psychological resistance toward running away, nor would she stubbornly hold out for pride or face like many human adolescents.
But before she could activate her teleportation magic, a ray representing Dimensional Anchor struck her.
In an instant!
All teleportation abilities became completely ineffective until the spell expired.
Just as its name implied, the spell firmly anchored its target in its current spatial position, making movement impossible. Not even ninth-circle spells or Epic Spells were exempt.
Worse still, the Fighters wielding swords had already charged forward.
Liriel had no time to think. She instinctively drew the sword Apostle from her back and raised it to parry.
As a chosen of Eilistraee, the Dark Maiden, her swordsmanship might not have been as good as Qilué's, but it was certainly far from poor.
At the very least, ordinary Drow Warriors would not find it easy to take her down.
Besides, her actual class was Wizard. She had plenty of unexpected tricks that could be used in close combat.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Amid the crisp ringing of clashing blades, Liriel was driven back step by step by her opponents' heavy, powerful strikes. She nearly lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Clearly, compared