Return of the Class 8 Mage
48,2. Large grasslands (1)

*Clinnnng-be!*

The aboriginal giant spear was deflected into the sky.

He couldn't handle Ian with his big muscles.

'H, how could he.....!'

Ian was strong as a shaman's bodyguard.

They also produce great power with their small bodies.

Are these imperial men the same as them?

'Magic Missile.'

The original man stepped back while staggered.

Ian did not miss this opportunity.

*bang!*

A small mana ball smashed the stomachs of the natives. A small explosion has occurred, too. Although it would not kill him, he would suffer for a while. His business was twisted by the impact.

"Gum!"

The muscular strength of these Empire men was similar to that of their tribe guards.

However, the magic was similar to their shamans.

Shamed, the natives retreated.

"M, witch. Imperial witch!"

They also knew about the imperial magicians.

They are the kind similar to shamans. After they recognized Ian was a witch, they took out their horn, and tried to blow it. They tried to call for reinforcements.

"Don't make it messy."

However, their efforts are meaningless. A tangle emerged from the ground and sounded the horn. It was a big meadow. It was the perfect area to cast earth-type magic without using too much mana.

"Monster attacked our border line."

Ian approached the disheveled natives.

He aimed at their necks with his ice sword.

"However, it seems that you are not affected by them. You guys must have something to do with that."

Even the soft touch of the ice swords made them bleed.

The end is very sharp.

"Tell me. Shaman King. Where can I find him?"

"O, our king....."

"Are you looking for me, young man?"

From behind, there was the voice of an old man.

Even though he stood far away, his voice was clear.

A witch looks like a witch.

They know how to improve their voice with where they are.

"Why is an imperial man looking for the Shaman King?"

An old man wearing wolf skin approached, followed by many guards as well.

"Are you the Shaman King?"

"People call me that."

"I came from the Greenriver Empire. I came here to ask about those monsters."

Ian pulled out his ice sword.

Ian said to the old man while looking briefly at the birch stick in his hand.

"Do you know anything about them?"

"What are these monsters doing?"

"They attacked the border line of three countries."

"That's standard."

The old man replied without curiosity.

That's the standard thing that happens.

But the scale doesn't make sense.

"Squeaky. You must be the most sensitive about the monster's movements, but you react like you've never heard of it. Most importantly, you are the Shaman King."

Ian's suspicions deepened, and became clearer.

"And."

"You are not the Shaman King."

"......?"

The old man swayed for a moment.

Although it was for a moment, Ian's eyes did not miss it.

"What empty omong...."

"The staff."

Ian was looking at the old man's staff.

He watched her from the beginning.

That's an important clue.

"As far as I know, the Shaman King uses a different stick."

Ian did not know very well about the daily routines of the natives.

However, at least Ian knew about their staff.

The wand given to the Shaman King.

It was the 'fourth artifact' that Ian had targeted.

"What are you manipulating?"

ask Ian slowly.

With his question, the old man raised his cane high.

"Esteemed fire!"

Immediately, a gigantic fire started burning around him.

It was a different kind of magic compared to imperial magic mages. The fire had a head and arms. It was a copy version of fire spirit magic, to be exact, a 'canter'.

"That's none of your business, imperial man."

The original shaman's voice changed and became cold.

The flames he called out started to attack Ian.

"Well...."

That must be their final step for them.

However, Ian laughed bitterly.

It seemed like he was underestimated by that fake Shaman King.

"It's pretty awkward."

They must have underestimated him because Ian was pretending to be a sword man. Perhaps the shaman thought Ian was an imperial magician who could wield swords and first-rate magicians who could cast the lowest grade magic, like magic missiles.

'The fire element, right?'

He attacked Ian with a copy version of fire spirit magic.

So Ian decided to show a higher level of magic than that spell.

Ian is the best witch in the Empire, isn't he?

That's not official.

'Eyes change eyes and teeth change teeth.'

After dodging the shaman's fire spell attack, Ian drew a magic formula. It was much more complicated than conjuring a wolf spirit or conjuring a unicorn. However, Ian drew it perfectly, and without any mistakes.

"Juggle."

Ian deliberately cast a casting spell in their language.

They believe in spirits as their guardian spirits.

"Spirit of fire, Salamander."

Compared to the shaman fake fire spirit, it was a gigantic fire lizard that had a much larger body and fire around it. It was the moment where the 'fire spirit salamander' was summoned in the Great Grass Field.

"F, fire spirit......?"

It was the appearance of a true spirit. Not the fake ones made by the shamans, but the real fire spirit, the salamander, that conjured. Furthermore, it ate the fake spirit conjured by the shaman.

"If you want to live,"

Salamanders walk around the natives.

Its fire energy had reached the natives very well.

Even a single gust of air made them feel like they were burning.

Every time they tried to make a complicated move, the spirits would burn them.

"Stop lying to me."