Next, the battle entered its bloodiest phase.
The Zhentarim thugs were, on average, higher-level than the soldiers. Once the element of surprise was gone, Ye Wei'an's men could no longer keep their opponents fully suppressed.
Fortunately, Ye Wei'an was racing across the battlefield, constantly rushing to support his men.
"Cantrip: Four Symbols Method—Wind!"
A fierce gale sprang up from nowhere, forcefully dispersing the acidic poison cloud in front of Volodya and reopening an avenue of attack for the stalled right flank.
Ye Wei'an immediately pointed with his fingers, sending several clusters of blue-white Spellfire through gaps in the shields. One by one, three thugs locked in a struggle with the soldiers burst into flames.
Beside the ruins of the main house, a Zhentarim Bard was frantically strumming his instrument, trying to sing "Heroism" to boost his side's morale.
Ye Wei'an casually waved a hand. An invisible Mage Hand pressed down on the strings, throwing the Bard's performance into disarray. The backlash of the violent energy made him spit white blood before crumpling to the ground.
But there were seventy or eighty people on both sides of the battlefield, and the situation was extremely chaotic.
Ye Wei'an couldn't cover everything by himself.
Soon, another young soldier—a Lv.1 Fighter—was overmatched by a Lv.2 Fighter among the thugs and nearly cut down.
Ye Wei'an was just about to cast a spell to help when Ailian warned him, "M-Master! Someone over there can't hold out much longer!"
Ye Wei'an drew a deep breath, gathering his Spellfire Energy once more.
"[1st-level spell, Twinned Spell: Spellfire Bolt]!"
With a wave of his hand, two blazing streaks of light shot across the battlefield in a V shape, precisely piercing the heads of two bandits about to strike down their targets.
But he immediately realized that a third