Volume 3: The Land of Mist Chapter 44: Liz's Little Adventure (Part 2)
It didn't take the two of them long to catch the witch who suddenly broke into the warehouse.
Even though the God-age Witch, who had already reached the highest level and whose pupils were lit with the golden light symbolizing divinity, was imprisoned after only a few rounds of fighting due to the cooperation of these two people.
It’s not quite right to call it a “confrontation”. After all, when the captured party discovered the other party’s intention to attack, all they did was simply run away.
Due to their nature, very few witches would actively participate in battles. In their worldview, it was even difficult to understand the meaning of battle.
In fact, most extraordinary creatures are like this. Although they are born with extremely powerful strength, because they do not need to compete with each other for survival, most extraordinary races are far inferior to mortal races who constantly hone their killing skills and finally organize them into a system and pass them down from generation to generation.
Even in the early days of civilization, before the emergence of system magic, compared to the few powerful people, those mortal warriors wearing leather armor and holding bronze weapons were the greatest reliance for humans to eventually defeat a group of extraordinary races and dominate the entire Vic continent.
A harmless race like witches is considered to be relatively lucky. Uncontrollable supernatural creatures like elemental spirits have long been imprisoned in various demiplanes and transformed into elemental spirit servants, laying the foundation for summoning spells.
Unless someone tells her what to do next, the witch's most likely reaction when she encounters danger is to "escape." Therefore, without anyone to guide her tactical tactics, Liz, who had no idea what fighting was, was easily defeated.
The leading elven magic chanter was holding a birdcage made of pure shadows, with a layer of light green flame covering the cage like a veil.
Liz, who was trapped inside, looked at the burning soul fires all around her in a daze, wondering seriously whether the current situation was "finished".
"Ah... Why would a witch from the Age of Gods... run out of the forest and onto this ship?"
The elf holding the birdcage asked drowsily while yawning.
Even though he had set up a defensive barrier long ago, just inhaling a few wisps of breeze stained with sleepy dust made him feel sleepy. This was because his mental strength as a magic caster was far superior to that of ordinary people. If it were an ordinary person, he would have fallen into a deep sleep long ago.
No one answered his question—Liz, who was trapped in the cage and feeling unhappy, was of course the only one who answered. His other partner had now collapsed to the ground, with soft snoring sounds echoing between his breaths.
This guy probably inhaled a little more dust than him.
The "God Age Witch" born from the advanced medium is so powerful that just a tiny dose of dust can put a person into a near-death sleep.
With his mind hazily thinking about all sorts of things, the elf walked to the center of the warehouse with unsteady steps and placed the shadow birdcage next to the safe.
"Why are you here?"
The elven magic caster raised his heavy eyelids and looked at Liz and asked. As he spoke, he also slightly raised the emerald green flames to show his threat.
"I...I was...because of...before..."
Liz's mind was blank and she stuttered as she tried to make up something, but before she could finish, she was suddenly slapped in the face by the other party.
Compared to the emerald green fire curtain that was aroused earlier, this slap actually scared Liz.
The man with the slap mark on his face shook his head, as if he wanted to shake all the sleepiness out of his head, and then he continued with a sleepy tone:
"Forget it, it doesn't matter where you come from. But if you want to survive and regain your freedom, I need you to help me do something."
The elven wizard, who was trying hard to resist the temptation of sleep, was too lazy to ask more questions. While he was still awake, he continued.
"What is it?"
Seeing the other person's eyelids twitching, Liz asked quickly.
"Open this box."
The other party patted the and yawned.
"Open this box?"
Liz repeated what the other person said to confirm.
The man nodded.
"Yes, there is a very troublesome self-destruct lock cylinder in this box. Without the combination, I need your help to open it."
Hearing this, Liz suddenly realized what the doodle she had drawn on the small piece of paper was.
"Ah, so that's how it is..."
Excited Liz immediately clapped her hands and said excitedly.
However, before she could finish her words, the other party interrupted her impatiently.
"Don't get too excited, just listen to me!"
He knew very well that these witches who were usually stupid could get excited for a long time because of some insignificant things, so he quickly stopped her and continued:
"Without the password, this safe is almost impossible to break into from the outside. Once the lightning spell is used to forcibly open the space inside, it will cause an unstable space crack inside to explode..."
Space manipulation without the use of lightning techniques is currently known to be possible only through the witch's talent.
And if you want to take everything out without triggering all the mechanisms inside, you need a witch of an extremely high level.
He had originally planned to give up, but at this time he happened to meet a witch of the highest rank in the Age of Gods. He couldn't help but sigh that this was like a sleepy person hitting the pillow.
"…So you understand what I mean?"
After briefly describing the general process to the witch imprisoned in the cage, the other party nodded in confusion.
But can't you just open it with the password?
Liz muttered to herself.
…………
After countless threads of conspiracy were cut by the bright red weapon controlled by the "girl" with her mind, this originally deadly spider web became tattered as if it had experienced a violent storm.
Remedios, who was dancing in the dance, was becoming increasingly heavy with her previously graceful dance steps.
Originally, their fighting power should be almost the same, and since they were both specialized in dealing with high-level magic casters, there was no restraint relationship between them. If we ignore the mysterious power of instant death and the two of them fight in a fair situation, it should have been a battle of equal strength.
Unfortunately, this is not a fair fight.
It would be better to say, where is there any fair fight on the battlefield?
In short, Remedios is best at positional warfare in the narrow and complex terrain of the dungeon. Once the space of [Liuliyue·Murder] is fully unfolded, she can become a deadly dancer who combines reconnaissance, control and maneuverability, completely dominating the rhythm of the battlefield.
In addition, the arrows with seven different blessing effects ensure that Remedios has high output capabilities while also allowing her to flexibly deal with enemies with different weaknesses.
But now, in this empty throne room, with the thick fog exposing the trajectory of the silk threads, her seven arrows were temporarily sealed by the opponent - this was equivalent to plucking the claws of a tiger and making it fight a fully-fledged lion on an empty duel stage.
Rather, it was quite remarkable that she could hold on for such a long time relying on her physical skills.
"That's not good...Liz, are you really letting me down ?"
William's face became more and more solemn as he murmured. After realizing that his previous backup plan had failed, he sighed softly and silently moved his hand to the storage space where the magic-sealing runes were kept.
This type of disposable consumable has a very limited effect in battles of this level - in the game it is set that consumables will not be affected by the caster's magic power bonus, but in reality it is because the caster will inevitably lose a lot of magic power when sealing and activating the spell.
After all, the magic-sealing runes are just dead objects and cannot precisely regulate the flow of magic power in real time.
However, if the quantity reaches a certain scale, it will cause a qualitative change.
Worried that the current situation might occur, William took away about 20% of the inventory of magic-sealing runes with destructive effects in the treasure hall before this trip - most of them were practice items he had left behind in the past in order to improve his enchanting skill proficiency.
If activated with the determination to die, these runes could theoretically perfectly resolve the dilemma in this throne room.
Solve the dilemma by destroying the entire throne room.
First, remind Remedios to get to a safe area, then launch...
William was thinking this in his mind, and was about to use [Soul Voice] to remind...
It was at this time that new changes suddenly occurred on the battlefield.
