Chapter 104

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Timothy is capable of destroying Sapoga City, but it would also be extremely difficult.

Therefore, on the premise of being able to fulfill the Master's requirements, Timothy chose a relatively safer plan — blackmail.

After all, although destruction would be more beneficial to the survival and development of the Saint Qiao Kingdom, considering the difficulty, especially the Master's requirements, Timothy did not adopt this most brutal method.

The Saint Qiao Kingdom will continue to develop with the Master's help; in the future, the Saipoga Duchy will once again prostrate at the Kingdom's feet, just as it did a thousand years ago. And the premise for all of this is to continuously provide the things the Master likes.

The Skill Copying Scrolls possessed by the Saipoga Duchy now appear to be precisely what the Master likes; Timothy is unwilling to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. He still remembers the Master's earliest request was for several Mages capable of producing scrolls to provide Skill Copying Scrolls long-term.

Those core members are also a minority among minorities in the Saipoga Duchy. If they are accidentally killed, and a few chaste and loyal masters are encountered, causing the Skill Copying Scrolls to be lost, it would be troublesome.

Within the Allied Forces, a fierce quarrel also broke out because of Timothy's letter.

Just like organizations in any war, the Allied Forces also cannot lack the presence of the War Faction and the Peace Faction. However, today is somewhat different: in both the War Faction and the Peace Faction, there are those who agree to pay the scrolls, and those who oppose paying the scrolls.

The opposition's reasons are very sufficient — Timothy has used Level 9 Scrolls three times, and he absolutely will not stop here. Rather than sending a bad signal while aiding the enemy, it is better to carry "absolutely no compromise" through to the end. Moreover, they are also worried that after the blackmail, they will face even more blackmail.

Those who agree have various reasons; the agreers in the Peace Faction tend to use this to end the Western Front war, withdraw from the Anti-Saint Qiao Alliance, lest the latter be destroyed and they then border the Barbarian Army to the north — even after coexisting for a thousand years, no one likes creatures of a different species. The agreers in the War Faction hope to show weakness to the enemy, buy time, and have the exhibition re-pulled into the Saint Qiao Kingdom for…

Allied Forces Commander Prince Hughes could bear the disturbance no longer, perhaps also out of consideration for shirking responsibility; after a whole night of meetings, he said: "This matter involves the Saipoga Duchy; perhaps we should inquire about the Grand Duke's intentions?"

Joyla immediately spoke in opposition, saying: "The Duchy will certainly yield. War affairs should be decided by the Allied Forces Command."

The situation is very obvious: a Level 10 Mage holding an irresistible Level 9 Magic Scroll stands watching like a tiger outside Sapoga City somewhere. What reason would the Grand Duke have to oppose giving 5 Level 4 Scrolls? Even if Skill Copying Scrolls are more precious than Level 6 Scrolls.

Everything in war is measured by strength.

The defeated lose their lives, lose their land, lose their faith, lose their history, lose their value…

There is nothing that truly cannot be lost in war.

Compared to the risk to Sapoga City, the importance of other things is truly limited.

Hughes slowly shook his head, saying: "This matter all concerns the Saipoga Duchy. I still suggest letting the Grand Duke decide."

He actually intended to give the scrolls; although he knew the risks, even delaying a few days would be good.

What are 5 Skill Copying Scrolls worth.

In a few more days, more Red Robe Mages will arrive; the power of the group is more conducive to resolving the current crisis. It was only out of consideration for cherishing his feathers that he did not say so directly.

Everyone was weary; Hughes was also a Prince of renown; Joyla strove repeatedly, but no one cooperated.

It appears that even if he disagrees, Hughes will directly notify the Grand Duke.

Continuing to compete seems to have no meaning.

He fell silent; the others also said nothing; subordinates below would naturally comprehend the spirit of Prince Hughes's talk and make all preparations.

One day later, 5 Skill Copying Scrolls were delivered to the middle of the two armies' front lines.

The Saint Qiao side dispatched a Grand Mage to personally deliver the scrolls back to the Mage Tower.

Upon learning this, Timothy first let out a huge sigh of relief.

The war has been fought for so many years; win a little, lose a little, what does it matter.

Rather, the Master — saying he is the future of Saint Qiao is not an overstatement at all.

Satisfying his needs first is the most important thing.

As for the priorities and urgencies, Timothy is very clear in his heart.

After pausing for a day, Timothy gathered the 11-person Mage Group again, saying: "The Skill Copying Scrolls are in hand; now we prepare a new attack plan, target Kalon, destroy their transport fleet."

The Allied Forces' transport fleet not only provides material aid to the Allied Forces, but is also an important supply fleet for the Barbarian Army. This is also the main reason the Barbarian Army is willing to cooperate among the three parties sending troops.

"That will consume quite a few scrolls." Sand reluctantly touched his fingers; for any Mage, using 3 scrolls in a battle can be considered the most extravagant thing; as for spell scrolls kept on one's person, those are even more treated like treasures, every single one.

Timothy, on the other hand, has been accustomed to extravagance since childhood. From the day he became a Mage apprentice, he was a genius among geniuses; various resources flowed in unceasingly; this kind of life, to a certain extent, helped him make decisions better.

Without any hesitation, the Grand Mage said: "All scrolls must be used up. Each person may keep at most 3 survival scrolls. Once we return to the Mage Tower, just one month, and there will be a new batch of scrolls to use. Now is the time to deal the maximum blow to the Duchy's Allied Forces."

The Mages let out a rare burst of laughter.

Sand couldn't help but laugh again: "So many scrolls, using them all up will be quite tiring too."

"Yes, really tiring." Everyone spoke and laughed, morale high.

The days when even ordinary magic is cast guided by scrolls — none of those present have experienced them; the entire Magic Continent probably has very few people who have experienced them.

The group of Mages rested briefly, then rose into the air again and flew toward Kalon.

Timothy promised not to destroy Sapoga City; for their largest port stronghold and the defensive stronghold Kalon, however, there was no promise whatsoever.

The last raid caused the Allied Forces to lose about 40% of their transport ships; after repairs, about 70% of the previous amount are now usable.

From a strategic perspective, this is obviously insufficient.

The Mages held their breath, each emitting colorful light, flying low from the near-sea side; from afar, they looked like several shiny large zongzi.

"I'll use Meteor Fire Rain to clear the way." This is 7th-level Magic; for a 10th-level Grand Mage, while using scrolls he can completely control Flight.

The other Mages hovered in the air, each preparing their own specialty spells.

The existence of Mages is somewhat similar to Earth's Air Force.

They possess tremendous deterrence; during battle they have an excellent innate advantage — such as flight. And their main contribution to war is also powerful destructive force.

In addition, expensive costs and a complete attack system are also what they must have.

The chanting of Meteor Fire Rain was completed within three minutes.

Flames filled the sky, like flowers blooming in the air, then slowly falling onto the ground, onto the water surface, onto the ships' decks.

The burning of 7th-level spells does not require oxygen as a combustion supporter.

It naturally draws various elements from within dozens of kilometers through the Magic Net, composing various combustible substances; facing such a great fire, even splashing water is useless.

Ships within the magic's coverage burned first, the raging flames then rapidly spreading to the port, followed by the city on the ground...

Several Allied Forces Mages took flight, circling in the distance but daring not to approach.

However, they also sent the information to the Allied Forces Headquarters.

The sailors at the port panicked; some ran toward the city, while others bravely rushed toward the wharf.

Water couldn't extinguish the fire, so they used sand; to prevent the fire from spreading, they also swiftly demolished the wooden buildings near the port, at least a thousand people fighting at the very front of the fire in the first moment.

They were also composed of the elite of the Allied Forces Fleet.

The Navy of this era is forever the world of the brave.

Timothy looked down with pity. He raised his hand again.

"Earth Shaking"!

Level 7 Earth Element Magic, originally something he was weak at, but as a Grand Mage, with a Scroll, he released it without any hindrance.

Viewed from afar, the buildings on the ground immediately began to sway like sea ships.

The wharf was like a roly-poly toy, rocking back and forth, occasionally shaking off two or three specks of dust from its top.

This magic was equivalent to releasing a super-large bomb at a position very close to the surface.

The ground emitted a teeth-aching "squeak", as if a super-giant rat was gnawing at the wharf. Bricks on the city wall fell back onto the heads of those being protected...

Stone buildings gradually disintegrated, while tall wooden buildings collapsed with a crash under the dual siege of it and the flames.

When waves three or four men high slammed into the wharf with all their might, all rescue operations ceased at this point.

Cracks began to appear on the ground; some moored ships broke free of their bindings, drifting randomly toward dangerous or not dangerous places.

A bare-chested sailor covered in scars grabbed the Principality flag at the port and howled: "The great water will extinguish the flames, the great water will extinguish the flames! Sail the ships away, sail the ships away!"

He repeated it seven or eight times, then led the few men beside him to charge toward the vessel nearest to him.

Sailors without ships are rootless duckweed; they could not bear to watch the Navy's warships be named one by one, burn one by one, be smashed one by one.

Fire, in actuality, cannot extinguish flames.

But the sailors didn't know, or were unwilling to know.

A green-eyed Allied Forces Mage sighed and said to his comrade: "I'm going to help them, who will go with me?"

"Are you crazy? That's Timothy, a Grand Mage. The only way to kill him is to wait until his magic power runs out."

"Or use a Level 9 Scroll, if luck is good." Someone nearby added.

Green Eyes made not a sound, diving down.

He used a Level 1 Grasping Technique, grabbed a sailor, threw him onto an unburned ship, then a second, a third.

The brave sailors raised the sails, struggling forward in the terrifying waves; the most terrifying thing wasn't the waves washing over the deck, but the debris mixed with shattered planks and beams.

When Green Eyes grabbed that scar-covered sailor, the latter didn't even struggle habitually, but said in a sincere tone: "Thank you."

"I'm sending you to your deaths." Green Eyes turned his head away. A ship needs ten or even thirty sailors to operate normally, but he could only throw three or four people onto a ship at most. After that, the ship would face a test of life and death; failure goes without saying, success would also make it difficult to sail out of the port.

The entire Kalon, whether merchant ships or warships, all jammed up.

The scar-covered sailor laughed loudly several times and said: "I, Ye Xun, born in the Navy, dying in the Fleet, is the most beautiful. I alone can sail a ship, let's go."

Green Eyes sighed again, flew over at low altitude, and said: "I'll accompany you to sail the ship."

"Good." Ye Xun didn't ask why either.

Green Eyes looked worriedly at the direction of the magic release. The other side still wasn't coming to kill yet; releasing simple, cheap low-level magic for mass killing had only two possibilities: first, fear of an ambush; second, a better trump card.

Ye Xun landed on a Coastal Fast Ship.

This was a fast transport ship rated for about 30 people, with a sharp bottom, deep draft, slightly smaller cargo capacity, yet able to reach warship speeds, usually accompanying the fleet to do supply runs.

The moment Ye Xun's feet touched the deck, he half-ran half-stumbled to release the sails. He didn't unfurl the main sail, but connected the 4 side sails together, then went to the rear to man the helm.

Green Eyes shouted: "What do I do?"

"I say blow, you use magic to blow the sails." Ye Xun finished roaring and began to seriously charge in the direction opposite the wharf.

Here it was densely packed with ships, truly like a woven net.

The Kalon people's self-rescue actions were all seen by the Holy Qiao Mages.

Sand asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency, should we continue the attack?"

"Let them be." Timothy finished speaking, then said: "We'll attack along the shipping lane in a bit."

"Shipping lane?"

"Attack all the way to their main camp. Without supplies, let's see what they eat."

In his eyes, he didn't put a Grand Mage in his eyes at all.

The flames and waves showed a trend of intensifying. Although the power they contained had already disappeared, without enough High-level Mages, the half of Kalon near the port was already beyond saving.

Until all ships within sight were completely destroyed, the Allied Forces' Red Robes still did not appear.

Timothy smiled as expected yet beyond expectation, and ordered: "Follow the fleeing ships."

Such a huge port always has quite a few fish that slip through the net.

After these days of running-in, the Mage Group could be said to be strictly disciplined; each stopped their prepared magic and began to fly forward.

The sky above the sea was as empty as a pig's stomach that hasn't eaten meat for three days; they flew for a full five or six hours. Timothy looked at the crystal ball on his magic staff and said in a low voice: "Still two days' journey from the Allied Forces' Logistics Camp. Sand."

"Yes."

"Send a message to Joyla, tell him, starting tomorrow, prohibit supplying grain to the Barbarian Army, otherwise, we will destroy their Logistics Camp."

Sand's eyelid twitched, then he smiled and said: "Looks like our Scrolls are definitely going to be used up."

The Logistics Camp is a vital strategic point the Allied Forces must defend.

The Barbarian Army can greatly share its pressure.

Such a multiple-choice question, the final result, is very likely a big battle.

The Mages looked at each other, none speaking.

A hard battle is about to come.

Joyla, over a hundred kilometers away, was confident; he brought nearly a hundred Red Robe Mages, and although their average level cannot compare to the former Magic Kingdom, with such numbers, even in a magic duel they could fight Timothy to the death.

He now instead worried that Timothy would just keep going forward, leaving the coastal sea lanes.

Although that would bring the other side some danger and trouble, he would rather use an equal number of Red Robes to exchange for Saint Qiao's Grand Mage.

A great war is on the verge of breaking out, yet inside the Saint Qiao Kingdom's Mage Tower there pervades an uplifting mood.

Most people regard Grand Mage Timothy's sortie as a triumphal procession. The sheer quantity of those Magic Scrolls and Elemental Base Potions is staggering, and their quality is fully sufficient to counter any danger.

The Masters staying locally have only one worry: that when the Master arrives, there will be no Grand Mage to welcome him, which might make him feel slighted.

For this reason, Holy Knight Grendel specially prepared a new training method to divert the Master's attention.

The colorful lights of the arriving subway finally appeared.

Chen Yi had just appeared in the white light curtain when the Holy Qiao people shouted loudly: "Welcome Master, congratulations Master."

Especially the Knights led by the Holy Knight, they had the vibe of a triad celebrating their boss's birthday.

Chen Yi smiled silently and asked: "What's up?"

Grendel tried to use a cheerful tone: "5 Skill Copy Scrolls, already obtained."

"Good, good." Chen Yi immediately opened the crystal screen, and sure enough there were 5 Skill Copy Scrolls inside.

He then swiped them into the purchase queue.

However, the Skill Copy Scrolls under Rare can actually only be purchased one at a time.

Compared to that, the price of 500,000 Gold Coins looks much more pleasing to the eye.

"Really." Chen Yi grumbled twice and stated bluntly: "It seems only one Rare Scroll can be purchased; next time we'll talk again."

What the Holy Qiao people hope for most is the Master coming often; the Holy Knight nodded repeatedly: "We await you wholeheartedly."

Chen Yi just smiled, as usual clicked over a thousand Green Breath Berries, then said: "I'm just passing by to take a look. Oh, where's Timothy?"

The Red Robe Mages present twitched their eyelids, worried the Master would blame them, and hurriedly said: "Grand Mage Timothy is still at the Front Line, unable to return in time."

"Front Line is tight?" Chen Yi was startled. He really doesn't want the Saint Qiao Kingdom to collapse.

Grendel stepped forward and smiled: "Master rest assured, Grand Mage Timothy mainly went to snatch some Scrolls back."

"That's good." Chen Yi said, moving his body: "Let's continue today's cultivation then."

"Yes." The Mages and Kingdom Knights hurriedly withdrew.

At the Magic Tower's Top Floor, they are like side dishes — indispensable, but not much to chew on. In private, however, the Youth Training Army they are responsible for bears the duty of trying various training methods; their training level directly influences which training method Holy Knight Adult chooses.

Chen Yi, following Grendel's movements, slowly sat on the Ground.

"Please relax your mood, Master; let us sense the Magic Net together, today striving to break through the last cycle of Level 9." Holy Knight Adult's tone was soothing, itself containing the Magic Net's Source Energy.

Chen Yi slowly closed his eyes.

This time, it was his longest cultivation session yet.

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