Addison was right. His situation truly wasn't the worst. At least he had escaped the battlefield and wasn't too far from the distant island. Even if a pack of fishmen had chased him into a miserable state, he still had hope of getting away alive.
By comparison, the snake-haired elf Melindra felt she was about to lose her mind!
According to her original plan, she only needed to lure this Red Robe Mage from Zelandia away from the ship for a while, creating an opportunity for Addison, Eric, and the others to board it, rather than being swallowed by a rain of fire before they could even draw close like last time.
She had never intended to place any serious bets on these second-rate pirates. In her plan, their mass charge was merely meant to whittle down the living strength of the adventurer guards aboard the ship. Her true trump card was the power of the Arcane Brotherhood behind her.
If those pirates truly succeeded, then the Arcane Brotherhood could use its superior forces to claim the largest fruits of victory. If the pirates suffered excessive casualties, she wouldn't even mind turning on these "colleagues" and swallowing them whole.
Yet from the very first step, the plan had seemingly become a wild horse breaking free of its reins, utterly out of control!
Yes, that damned bald man really did have the hair-trigger temper the rumors described. She had merely offered him a tiny "greeting," and that string of silently cast Evocation Magic had nearly blasted her stupid.
Most of them were low-tier spells, but there were simply too many of them!
The protective spells she had prepared beforehand were as fragile beneath that savage magical bombardment as a soap bubble bursting in the wind. If she hadn't triggered the protective