Seven Elements
Battle In The Market

The magic grandfather got up. "I'll probably enroll him to the magic academy later."

Rhys is rising. Looks like their meeting is over.

"Remember, take care of him," the magic grandfather reminded.

"Yes, Laks," said Rhys. It turns out that the magic grandfather was named Laks.

While out there, it appeared that a purple-robed male magician was monitoring the surroundings of the city atop the stone tower with his binoculars. When he saw something was wrong, the witch struck the giant bell hanging from the ceiling of the tower with a stick several times, causing a loud clanging sound. One bell rang, the bells of the towers that were around were also struck. Instantly a lot of bells ringing, followed. Some are like up close, some are from far away. Continues to travel from tower to tower, to reach the tower near Laks' house, where Rhys and Laks talk in secret. The bell was hit, though,

The keg! The keg! The keg!

Rhys was about to open the door again. "There's danger!"

"Yes, the market was overrun by goblins again" Laks said. He watched the magic ball. The market was indeed completely overrun by goblins. Some people have already started fighting including Chiara.

"We have to go there right away" Laks said.

Laks immediately came out, he had already climbed onto the white horse beside his house.

"Why not just teleport there?" ask Rhys.

"We have to save the energy to fight later. Let's hurry up and use the other horse." Without waiting for Rhys to ride, Laks the witch's grandfather directly spurred the horse. Rhys followed a few yards behind with a brown horse. The horse neighed.

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In a chaotic market.

"Zaid, run!" Chiara's Order.

Zaid is looking for shelter. He took refuge behind a tree. He watched Chiara and the others fight. The guardian witches had also started to arrive.

"Emaas! Find and steal all the gold!" the highest goblin. Up to 2 meters high. He also wears a harness. Apparently, he was the leader of the goblins.

"Son, come with me to a safer place. Not here, "persuade the man to Zaid.

Zaid who was watching the commotion behind the tree turned around. It was the purple-robed witch who first hit the warning bell.

"Let's hurry!" said again. Zaid and the other children and the elderly were immediately led to a safe place.

While Chiara, with both arms, from elbow to fingertip that turned into a green root that was about 5 meters long, he continued to fight. At the end of the two roots were tied daggers from bamboo. Chiara's two hands were like spear chains. It's on the wind.

Chiara's hand swung here and there, one two goblins dodged, several goblins were injured. Chiara's nimble spear chain swing (dagger root), in an instant knocked back the goblins 1.5 meters tall.

While the shorter goblins were busy rummaging through the stall, burning it with fire magic, taking all the gold they found and putting it in the pouch and running to the back row.

Some witches took out water with their hands, extinguishing the fire.

The goblin leader who saw Chiara repelling the goblins raised the spear on his back, and threw it right at Chiara.

The earth wall emerged from the surface, protecting Chiara from the spear, the spear stuck into the ground wall and trembled for a moment. Obviously the goblin's energy was strong.

"You all right, son?" Asked the witch, she was one of the guardian witches.

"I'm fine, Uncle. Thank you." Thank you."

The goblin leader took out a stance, his hands now covered in thick and sharp ice. It ran very fast forward with the help of the wind element. Wusshs. He punched the wall of earth until it was destroyed, as well as punching the guardian magician behind it. The witch bounced 4 meters.

"Uncle!" Chiara.

The goblin came forward again, about to finish off the guardian magician.

Seeing the dire situation, Chiara replaced her dagger root style with ordinary roots. One root hand wrapped around the body of the guardian magician, another root hand drove the goblins from behind him, then he jumped 10 meters away with the help of wind power, and then he jumped up, dragging the guardian witch backwards (and unfortunately the one Chiara wrapped around her neck, the witch suffocated, having trouble breathing).

Chiara took off the twists. "Gosh, sorry, Uncle. I didn't mean it."

The guardian witch coughed. "No problem, son." The witch coughed then pressed her chest with one hand. His chest was flowing fresh blood. Naturally, the ice covering the goblin's hand was sharp and hard, already injuring his chest.

"Uncle, your chest!"

"I know." The witch groaned stifled.

"Uncle, drink this and dress your wounds!" Chiara threw a small medicine bottle the size of a chess pawn. The guardian witch caught him.

The guardian witch unscrewed the bottle, drank it. The medicine he took was a medicine that could improve the regeneration of the person taking it, while reducing the blood coming out and relieving pain temporarily. He ripped off his sleeves, bandaged the wound on his chest.

Meanwhile, Chiara had already changed the stance again, her left hand becoming a long green root, with durian fruit at the tip, while her right hand grasped the root, controlling it. Now Chiara looks like using a plant version of chain mace (durian root). Chiara swung the durian root towards the goblin leader.

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All the children and the elderly seemed to fill the room, including Zaid in the corner. The room was made of stone, with a plank floor. It looks like it's a town hall.

The purple-robed guardian magician said, "Silence, calm down everything, everything will definitely be fine."

"Yes, all of you don't worry, they're just hordes of goblins. The guardian witches, the adults, as well as the youths there would definitely be able to drive them away, they would definitely win," said the long-curly brown-haired female guard mage.

"But" said the old granny, "I saw that there was the biggest goblin, he was wearing armor, maybe he was the leader of the goblins. Even though my eyesight was reduced a lot, I'm sure I didn't see it wrong. I'm afraid that many may be injured or may die. Moreover, my only son is there."

The door of the town hall was smashed a little hard, the guardian witch whose chest was wounded entered with a breath of breath; then followed by several people who were also injured. They numbered thirteen people.

Because the words of the grandmother seemed to come true, the children there suddenly cried in fear, the elderly also began to worry, it meant that the people who fought there were fewer and fewer.

"They're hurt! Hurry up, treat them!" Order the purple-robed guard witch.

Five female magicians skilled in medicine approach those who are injured, they treat the two worst first. One of them had his chest hurt.

"Oh, my Son, my Son!" The grandmother walked limped towards the witch whose chest was injured. "You're my son, aren't you?" The grandmother stared at him, "yes, you're my son, you're my son!" Afterwards the grandmother asked, "Son, your chest is injured, are you okay?"

"It's just a small wound, ma'am," said his son, but then he vomited blood.

"You vomit blood like this you consider a small wound? then what severe injury do you consider not a small wound, hmmm?"

"Oh, yeah, great! Goody! treat him, I hope he'll make a full recovery!" After saying that, he walked towards the bench, led by the witch earlier.

Zaid who watched everything he saw felt touched, slowly appeared a sense of compassion in his heart. Although she was sad because Chiara said that she could not go home, looking at the grandmother and the children who continued to cry and said, "Dad, are you okay?", "Sister, what's with your arms?", "Uncle, Uncle can't fight anymore!", it makes him feel that their fate is more miserable than that of him who can't go home.

At least I'm alive now, Zaid thought, I should be grateful not to die back then. Zaid imagined the moment he almost drowned.

Zayd decided to entertain the children. "Hey, kids!" Zaid began to talk, everyone, especially the children turned to him, "you should be proud of your father, brother, uncle, or whoever it is that is your family or close people. Wh why? Because they are willing to fight, get hurt, even die for you, so that you can live as their future successors; to be a better person than them. And all of that is proof that your father, brother, and uncle love you" Zaid said.

The witch guards and the elderly in the room fell silent. Half were amazed by Zaid's ability to speak, and half because they understood Zaid's words; but the children did not understand.

Gosh, I forgot they were kids, Zaid thought, how could they possibly understand.

"Ee, like this, children," said Zaid, "let you ask them," Zaid pointed to the wounded, "do they love you?"

The children began to ask innocently, "Dad, do you love me?", "Sister, do you love me?", "Uncle, I love you, do you love me too?"

The wounded replied that they loved the children.

"I love you, too, my mother" said the witch, who had her chest scarred with blood on the corner of her lips. He tried to smile, his breath still puffing.

"My son, I love you too."

"Well, all you need to remember is one thing, they love you," Zaid explained, "and relax, they will be healed."

A girl of Elena's age walked over to Zaid who was sitting in the corner. "Sister, are you sure my father can recover?" tanyanya polo's. Her cheeks looked adorable, her gaze full of questions.

"Yes, I'm sure." Zaid smiled at the boy.

"Yes, I'm also sure my son will be cured," the grandmother agreed. " God always protects and loves good people, God will surely heal them all."

"Well, all right, while they're being treated, how about I tell you guys?" Tawar Zayd's.

The children immediately ran around Zaid. Zayd started the story. He recounts the history of the planet Imub that Chiara told him and Elena (see fifth chapter).

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Chiara several times continued to launch attacks with his durian roots, several times missed, several times his attacks almost hit the leader's goblin. Now, his strength was drained, sweat was pouring down his temple, he was completely exhausted.

Chiara glanced at the surroundings, the guardian magicians were unlikely to help her, they also seemed overwhelmed by the other goblins, not to mention the smaller number of magicians.

The goblin leader took out a stance, he also took out a root stance, wrapped around Chiara's neck as he let his guard down, then threw her all the way into the air.

Chiara swirled in the air, she lost concentration due to nausea as well as dizziness. Actually he could have used the wind to prevent him from falling, but he was too tired to fight or pull out a stance, he would have fallen.

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Just 3 meters before his body fell free, the green-robed mage's grandfather made a lightning-fast movement, and he sprinkled some sort of powder that then instantly grew into a giant mushroom, Chiara right falling on top of it. Thankfully, the mushroom is like a soft mattress, not like a trampoline that can make it bounce back.

Chiara felt that the surface was soft, she just opened her eyes, looking at the cloaked witch grandfather who was staring forward. To the goblin leader.

Grandpa Laks, Inner Chiara.

"Everyone," cried Laks, "back off and keep your distance and blur their eyes!"

All the guardian magicians and the others understood, they leaped back 10 meters with the help of wind power. Now, parallel to Laks, without being ruled again, both of their hands swung, letting out quite a strong wind-like stance. Flying the dust into the air, made the goblins flicker.

"Part of the assault on their back, seize the gold bags, some freeze their legs and burn them!" Tell Laks again.

Taking the opportunity as the goblins flickered, several magicians who mastered the lightning transfer technique broke through to the rear row, snatching the golden bags from the short goblins; a few more froze their legs with ice magic, then burn them with fireballs (sadically, sorry yes).

Seeing that the goblin leader had ordered to flee, he himself was about to run, but the shadow of Rhys flashed, he came like lightning, and suddenly grabbed the goblin leader by the neck.

"You strangled her, I strangled you!"

Rhys exclaimed, he then threw the goblin into the air, and wrapped around the goblin's neck which was still in the air with the root stance, slamming it several times.

Chiara saw the situation turn around quickly, she had never seen her father fight that brutal before.

Rhys slammed the goblin once more. The goblin leader was already completely dizzy, he was already helpless, lying on the ground.

Rhys reabsorbed the power of his roots, the roots were gone. He then jumped into the air, his hand now enveloped in thunderclaps, Rhys then smashed it towards the goblin leader. Goblin is a chariot.

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At the town hall.

"Your injuries aren't really severe," explains one of the female witches. "There are four holes in your chest, but they're not deep, they don't hurt your heart."

"Thank God, my son will be safe" the grandmother said gratefully.

"And you didn't lose a lot of blood either, it's actually a little weird. Have you ever taken or used any medication before?"

"Yes," answered the guardian witch, "someone gave me medicine, she's a girl." The witch took the small medicine bottle in her pocket, and handed it to the female witch. "And after taking the medicine, I felt no pain at all in my chest."

The female witch smelled the scent of the medicine bottle. "Looks like he's a pretty good medicine man. All he used was Shio leaves mixed with other medicinal grass. You deserve no pain. It also adds Jurk leaves that can inhibit bleeding."

"Alright," said one of the female witches later, "we'll give you a prescription for the cure later. Thank the girl, if you don't take the medicine, you could lose a lot of blood, maybe die, maybe not."

"Yes, I'll give him a gift, my son's life he saved, I'll give him a gift" she said.

Zaid, who was sitting in the corner of the town hall now chatting with the children (because the story was up, precisely because Chiara had not continued it), was actually chatting, eavesdropping on their conversation. When he found out that the one giving the medicine was the girl, he had thought it was Chiara, but he felt it was not him. Ah, maybe someone else, couldn't be him, his inner.

A witch opened the door. "We won! We won!"

The witches there were relieved, as well as the elderly; the children who were already somewhat better and did not cry anymore, now turned cheerful, some of them cheered!

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