Flashing spell-light, sharp cries, rising and falling dragon roars, and the occasional thunderous crash of huge trees toppling over—it was like cold water splashed onto hot oil. In an instant, this small silent patch of land became exceptionally lively.
The wizards in Crow Masks held their grimoires high. Chaos Spells, Stunning Spells, Weak Leg Curses, Binding Spells, and more rained down upon the Mutated Azure Dragon.
Yet the great dragon had no intention of submitting without a fight. As it shook its head, lashed its tail, and roared, it spat out streaks of radiance like sharp swords and flung out swaths of azure glow brimming with magic. That azure glow looked like nothing more than a flash of light, but when it struck, it landed like giant axes and iron hammers, sending dirt flying across the clearing and smashing trees askew.
Even so, the Azure Dragon was driven into a desperate corner under the combined assault of four wizards. It charged left and right but could not escape. Instead, its range of movement grew smaller and smaller, like an insect caught in a spiderweb—the more it struggled, the more powerless it appeared.
Inside the barrier.
The young wizards of the Edge Hunting Team did not dare move at all. Other than gripping their grimoires tightly and holding their breath, they did not even dare form the simplest battle formation, afraid that even the slightest movement would draw the joint attention of the Azure Dragon and those Eldritch Wizards.
Yes, Eldritch Wizards.
That was the name Nicholas had given those Crow Mask-wearing wizards in his heart.
As the last hunting team to leave the First Grand Hall, Nicholas remembered very clearly that before the Edge Hunting Team, not a single hunting team had worn black robes and Crow Masks.
That meant