Generally speaking, ranged magic Practitioners were weaker than melee Practitioners early on. Their feeble attacks looked like parlor tricks to opponents who constantly strengthened their bodies and honed their skills.
But once they reached the master level, those positions reversed.
Powerful attacks and a wide variety of ways to strike made life miserable for melee Practitioners. Mages even earned the nickname "mage lords."
Druids were not mage lords, but they came close.
Yet Temp gripped his hammer in one hand without a trace of fear on his face.
Thorns spread across the ground, forming a thicket in the blink of an eye.
A dark gleam appeared on their sharp tips. At the same time, the War Ancient Tree stirred, sending vines reaching for Temp with the dexterity of human arms.
The nature allies and Element beings began to chant as Magic Power surged around them.
From his Concealment, Jiang Hao quietly watched the battlefield. Neither the Druid nor the hammer-wielding Clergy member had keen perception, so neither could detect the concealed Eye of Horus.
A Clergy member of the God of Craftsmen and Steam? When he says "my lord," does he mean the God of Craftsmen and Steam who established a Divine Kingdom in the Outer Void, or Ieta Cavendish, who corrupted that god and is impersonating him? Jiang Hao wondered.
He also wondered what would happen if he left now.
He was already leaning toward the conclusion that his inexplicable involvement in this battle between a Druid and a Clergy member was Misfortune's backlash from using the Wheel of Fortune.
If I leave now, will the Misfortune fade, or will another inexplicable coincidence drag me back in?
"Dispel!"
Just as the vines were about to reach him, Temp pulled out a Scroll and tore it open, uttering an obscure