Return of the Class 8 Mage
48,1. Large grasslands (1)

"It's worse than I thought."

Ian muttered after he searched through several monster nests in the northern region, which was half of the meadow. It was a severe situation.

'Are these meadow monsters united?'

The meadows are known to have 70 percent of their territory conquered by monsters, and the rest by the natives. Over the past hundreds of years, the natives have managed to unite and form one whole tribe. On the other hand, every different species of monster was used to kill each other, until just a few months ago. But since a few months ago, they suddenly became one. All the more so,

'They didn't just attack the Pieric Province.'

The monsters did not just attack the Pieric Province, which represented the territory of the Greenriver Empire. From the Great Grass Field's point of view, they attacked the Coldwood Empire located on their north side, as well as the Lo kingdom located on their northwest side.

'Why?'

Ian couldn't figure through all the details. But all he knew was that monsters were attacking all the borders of these three countries. And it was the Pieric Province that had been attacked the most by monsters. The reason must be because of the huge snake valley.

'The road to another country is narrow and stretched.'

For other countries, monsters had to attack countries with small-sized armies due to their narrow paths, but the Greenriver Empire was connected by a large valley, allowing a large number of monsters to attack the borderline at once. It was only natural that the Greenriver Empire received relatively more damage by monsters.

'What about the natives?'

Monsters literally, attacked every side of the grass field. Then what about the native village closest to the monster nest? Were they attacked by monsters?

"I better check it out."

The southern part of the Great Grass Field was a native territory.

Their union was formed by hundreds of small and large villages.

After Ian reached the border of their territory, Ian removed his fly magic. So many mysterious things happened, and Ian had no idea what he was going to face, so he chose to keep as many as he could.

"Quiet."

It was completely different from the north side where it was filled with sounds due to monsters.

The southern region of the natives was peaceful. There were no monsters, and Ian looked like an invader.

'Suspicious.'

And that made him even more suspicious.

The atmosphere was silent as if Ian was no longer standing on the prairie.

In this situation, how could this happen?

'It should be the natives who should be in conflict with the monsters.'

As things get more suspicious, a small-sized aboriginal patrol encircles Ian with their spears and axes.

"Identify yourself!"

Black natives surround Ian. Each of them has a huge body like you, the great landlord. Their appearance was quite menacing as their accessories were made of monster skin and bones.

"I'm not your enemy."

Ian started speaking a language that most people didn't know. Ian had learned many languages as he researched dragon singing, as well as the native language of the Great Grassland.

"I came from the Greenriver Empire."

The natives looked a little amazed.

Their language is spoken by foreigners.

They have never experienced such a situation.

"How do you know our language?"

The biggest patrolling man asked. His black and flexible muscles looked like obsidian, not like human flesh.

"I don't have much time. I came here to meet the Shaman King."

"What?"

Shaman King.

They were like the real 'Master Tower.

There are also natives who were born with a mana heart and a mana brain, and they were raised to be shamans, not witches. Since a shaman also produces mana power like a witch, they both have the same thing, but also different things.

"You dare!"

Ian explained his request gently in their language.

However, their response was cold

Instead, they seem hostile.

"You arrogant imperial dog dared to mention his name. Do you think he is your friend who can be called whenever you want?"

The natives began to destroy the land with their spearheads.

To Ian, the Shaman King looked like the Tower Master, but to the natives, he was more than that. Literally, he was a 'king' to them.

"Take off you arrogant bastard! If you speak nonsense once more, we will sacrifice your body for the spirit of the Great Grass Field!"

A harsh and clear command was given.

However, Ian did not want to follow their orders. Instead, it made him angry. Ian is not a bad guy. She was not the type of witch who invaded their homeland and started burning down their house before speaking. Not in his previous life, as well as this life, unless there is a special case. However, the situation was different this time.

"Then, for you, for you,"

Ian treated them quite politely.

No need for a second time courtesy.

His opponent did not deserve it.

"Do I look like a man who will follow your orders?"

Ian glanced at them sharply.

The natives also gripped their spears firmly.

"Let's see if you can say that after your death!"

The natives began their assault.

However Ian did not deal with them with his magic.

More precisely, it was not the 'only' magic he used.

'Ice Spear.'

A long ice formed in his hand.

It was ice thin and sharp like a sword.

Only the tip of his body was blunt, so it was easy to grasp.

Ian purposely made it this way.

'For where,'

Ian took a legitimate sword fighting position.

It was clearly the 'Empire Sword Arts.'

It was only ice that replaced the sword.

Actually, the 'Ice Sword' replaced the sword.

'I'll try to keep it as much as I can.'

For the past 5 years, Ian has not only dueled with Oliver. Ian does some physical exercises that can help his mana heart grow. Naturally, Ian had the opportunity to learn the knight training and the Imperial Sword Arts. That's pretty interesting.

"But I'm not as talented as a physical fighter."

Ian was not as talented as a swordsman.

Ian is a wizard. If he improves his body with mana and supporting spells,

'I will be strong as a young royal knight.'

Supporting magic like increasing agility and reaction speed, with the help of that, Ian's sword skill wasn't too bad. That's pretty good actually. It was an evaluation from Oliver and the other knights. No boot licking, but an honest evaluation.

*Clinnnng-be!*