The Northern Sword God
Fey and Magus
Shortly after reading the notice which appears in the form of ancient writings on the dragon's relics, the contents are
"The hero spirit or Hero Spirit of some class has shown a response. Someone or some magician apparently managed to build the spirits.
The elders of the witches and Magi at the center of the Magic Association in the Sheath Land began to cheer...
"A Magi or witch has managed to summon the hero Spirit from the epic tale, a Lancer (spear expert)" choked one of the Fey race elders. All the other elders instantly shrouded the ancient writings that emerged from the dragon relic, which floated around it.
"View.. The hero spirit Archer (comer) has also been successfully summoned by a witch.
I became pounding. Who is the epic hero he calls? Is the holy war about to begin?" ask the Magi elder of the human race who looks enthusiastic, yelling among the senor witches.
"It is better that each of the witches of each of your races rush to make a notification to the Magus Associations and the Magical Temples to announce that the battle in the Holy War of the Dragon Relic will begin" The magus looked very happy.
He was impatient to watch the fight between the magician, the spirit summoning master, joining his servant spirit to begin the grand show in the Holy War. For the witches, the Dragon Relic wars were the most prestigious Legendary events for the witches in the Land of the Sheath.
"Awhile..!" an elder from the Fey race stopped the excitement of the people.
"Why?" ask the witches at once.
"I hope you stop this excitement with important news, or I will turn you into a frog said the Witch Darl Elf who looks most powerful magic.
"Have you guys been counting well?" ask that elder of the Fey race.
"I thought... Currently only six hero spirits are summoned. There is still less 1 hero spirit that has not been summoned by the commanding master magician.
The relics would not start a war before even seven magicians with their seven fantasy spirits were complete. That command spell (command spell) will not work and open the gates of war in the Infinite Desert !"
The elders of the sorcerers of the various races fell silent. They hurriedly began to count the number of hero spirits the master had awakened, one after another...
"Assassin, Caster, Rider, Saber and just now Lancer and Archer..!" all look at each other...
"Berserkers ! There was still less than one Berserker-type hero spirit that had not been summoned by the Magus mage".. Everyone looked at each other again.
"Did that summoning master not have the catalyst item or was his command spell too weak?" The Dark Elf Witch looked unsatisfied. He had planned to invite his family to watch the legendary show, but apparently had to be patient waiting, until the Berserker Hero Spirit was summoned by another master.
"Let's be patient waiting... I'm sure soon someone will summon the Berserker Spirit, then the exciting spectacle will begin.
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Although the seven hero spirits have not been completed to meet the Dragon Relic battle quota, enthusiasm has swept the country. The current Land of Sheaths was starting to get crowded by various Magi from all over the western region of the God Filtration continent, where the Magi of the human race lived.
Even the Boundless Desert that was located in the middle of the Sheath Land, began to appear as one or two groups of living things, whether from the Fey, Imp, Dark Elves or humans races, gather and make tents and stay overnight, to watch the battle between the Multi-Racial Witches and their Pahlwan Spirits.
Since Fey was generally more friendly than Imp let alone Dark elves, the Magi from the human group chose to stay in Fey City before continuing on towards the Unshielded Desert.
In one of the taverns and wine called the Palace of Delicacy in the City of Fey, crowded with visitors of various races. The Palace of Delicacy calls itself a tavern, but in reality it is a large restaurant that can accommodate a lot of people in it.
Generally, all visitors at Kedia Palace Delicacy are Magi witches, namely beginner and middle ranked witches from the Fey race who gather to dig up information or just torture, discuss who are the witches who will represent their respective races, fighting in the holy war.
All choose the champion of each race, then will then place a gambling bet with each champion. Usually, when the war will start, gambling houses or impromptu bookies will hold bets, who will be the winner of the battle later.
Then in the midst of the hustle and bustle of noise in the shop, there was a loud crackling.
"I'm sure, the winner this time will be from the spirit of a Saber-type hero. Wasn't it long ago that melee combat expert who had always dominated this holy war?" a young Fey opened the discussion.
"No !. I think a magician who became an expert master archer - Archer - will win this fight. As a ranged attack expert, he was able to knock out his opponents from the loot of dozens of lies...
The swordsman (saber) was not to mention he pulled out his sword, he must have died first, roasted dozens of arrows in advance before he had time to pull out his sword" another Fey, who was still dead, the one who was seen getting drunk with the famous wine from the tavern, began to babble and ridicule the saber swordsmen. Most of the ahl sabers are of the human race. This drunk Fey was less satisfied with the human race.
The reckless and reckless revelation that its contents vilified the abilities of a warrior who wore a sword as a weapon, caused dissatisfaction among the Magi of the human race. This was tantamount to lowering the abilities of the human race !. Indeed, the Magi of the human race are also quite a lot in the Palace of Delicacy
Suddenly a young Magus who came from the Magus association of the human world began to look hot with the words Fey drunk earlier. Clearly he was less than fitting that statement, to the knowledge of him, the swordsmen in their God Filtration Continent were monstrous figures, which were sometimes far more dangerous than a sorcerer. Not infrequently he met with saber experts who had god-like combat abilities. They are known as demigods or demigods.
He then said, refuted and explained to Fey the drunk. He said...
"I disagree with you" he said firmly.
"In our world, the world of Cultivators who are not witches like us... Those swordsmen are the greatest.
They could even level mountains with just a single sword slash. Even their attack power and attack range could reach dozens of lies as you mentioned about the archer ability earlier" he said fiercely.
He stood in a staggered motion, like his drunken thing. Then his mouth started to blabber without hesitation.
"Oh... Apparently there was a Magus witch in this place" her tone sounded very condescending.
His eyes stared at the young Magus from head to toe. A demeaning face clearly emanated in the charming look of the young Fey. Seemed very unhappy with Magus in front of him. Intermix...
"I wonder why you Magi-magi of this human race are only brave and always pass through our Fey City? Isn't the road to the Infinite Desert not only accessible through Fey?
Are you too daunted by the weak beings of the Imp race in the east there?
Oh I know... You Magi of the human race seem to have realized that you are the weakest group among all the magicians of the various races. Sure oes..
You then become frightened and flabbergasted when you see the ability of just one Imp. You then humble yourself, choosing to pass through our Fey City as a mere transit point,
Then quietly continue the journey to the Unbounded Desert because it considers Fey is a race that is generous and easy to persuade right? Yet I won't be generous with you humans !" Fey then ended his insults by spitting on the floor, increasingly dramatic.
The young magus of the human race was naturally enraged. He seems unable to control his armature. Suddenly his right index finger was raised, pointing at the drunk Fey while the stick in his left hand hit the floor, his voice sounding terrifying and commanding.
Buk ! The sound of the stick...
"Sut the mouth !" following him.
Instantly an explosion that caused a thin vapor was seen in the air. Fey's drunken mouth was then locked by something invisible. And instantly his face became strange.
That face was one young Fey yet had no mouth anymore. His mouth disappeared after the Magus had bewitched him. Fey it's not panicking. With a quick movement he pointed back at the Magus with a stick in his hand, which then gave off a light like the flame of a firework.
Heal ! a strange voice sounded like the sound of someone's mouth being closed.
A voice sounded from the direction Fey was drunk with. Apparently even though he currently did not have a mouth on his face, he was still able to speak with a strange voice.
Then it sounds like "Pop !" audibly. Instantly his mouth came back real and adorned his handsome face. But Fey's eyes were burning in the flames of anger.
That drunk Fey started a counterattack. His ear pointed towards the Magus of man and said in the nadamereign,
"Prepare the fire arrows !. I want to show the weak Magus the real magic technique.. !"
There were more than ten arrows whose ends had been decorated with bluish flames, not yellow or red like the color of a normal flame.
The color of the blue flame was identical to the color of the magically created fire - emerging from the void, threatening to float above Fey's drunken head, as he prepared to barge and roast the Magus of the human race..
Everyone in the Delicacy Palace Shop became shocked. Just because of mutual objection, Fey drunk it has deployed his servant with full strength?,
He ordered the invisible genie servant to kill the young Magus? After all that young has enslaved the jinn? Wha what?.. That drunk Fey has a servant jin? He was a very powerful Fey race mage. The people shuddered and turned to pity the Magus.
But the Magus did not seem to be afraid in the least. He even began to raise his palm, then spoke in a commanding tone.
"Grab a sword! The Giant Exterminating Sword spirit !"
One Giant Sword, enormous at once seemed from the void. Whirling swung, threatening the drunk Fey from a distance.
Fey it just snorted and let out a mockery,
"Follions? Haha... Even your servant's servant I'll finish off, burn to death, and return to the spirit world" his terrible voice sheathed in arrogance sounded.
All the witches who were in the tavern were now more and more compassionate with the young Magus of the human race..
"She was so young, and had a decent amount of magic ability. Too bad, isn't it? He will die at the hands of Fey and his genie servant"
"The foliot is too weak to insist on opposing the jinn"
Just now the war of two witches is about to take place..
Suddenly a piercing cold, vile and evil air fell in the tavern. People were made to shiver instantly. This was an evil aura that was stronger than even Arfit's jinn.. This is a very powerful spirit !
Even the drunk Fey immediately staggered and fell to his knees. Dozens of arrows fell down to the floor of the diner....
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