Chapter 47: The Counterattack of the Lords

Chapter 47: The Counterattack of the Lords

“But those opposing her at this moment are not the weak-willed. Although Airael’s charm is exceedingly powerful, they each possess their own will and demands, and will not simply submit to her allure.”

Before Airael, six Elven Lords were busily preparing their upcoming attack.

They had shifted from their previous defensive formation.

Two Warrior Lords positioned themselves in the center, with two flanking them, effectively encircling Airael.

Two Mages remained at the back, providing magical support.

Observing their reshuffled formation, Airael scanned the battlefield before settling her gaze on the two Warrior Lords facing her.

She spoke with a smirk, “So, you two must be the main attackers, right?”

The two Warrior Lords were Tugur and Ladis.

“Your Majesty, you’ll find out who the main attacker is when the assault begins,” Tugur remarked, while it was Mason who answered her from further back.

In truth, Mason was just about the only one who had the leisure to chat with Airael now.

To some extent, he had come to terms with things.

Menas City, being an open territory for the Elves, had given him a more flexible mindset.

The other five Elven Lords, having just truly grasped Airael’s strength, had pumped themselves up a hundredfold, daring not to slacken even a bit.

Even though Airael had no intent to attack them for now, she merely wanted to see how they would strike.

“Well then, I hope you won’t keep me waiting too long.”

Airael said nonchalantly.

Her gaze lingered on Mason for a moment before shifting to Smir and the other two Warrior Lords.

Although she had just guessed that the two Warriors before her were the lead attackers, any one of them could be the main threat.

Their power was formidable.

Mason refrained from speaking further.

At this moment, he couldn’t afford to appear too out of sync.

Airael didn’t have to wait long.

Less than a minute after her words, Smir, being the Mage, initiated the first offensive against Airael.

In an instant, Airael felt the ground tremble beneath her as a thick stone spear shot up from the earth, aimed directly at her.

The spearhead shimmered ominously.

“Is this how sharp the opening attack is?”

Airael thought as she quickly activated her Magic Power Shield.

The golden magical barrier was solid, completely stopping the spear’s assault.

The spearhead shattered into pieces upon impact.

This display momentarily stunned Smir.

Though it wasn’t his strongest attack, the ease with which Airael deflected it caught him off guard.

She hadn’t even cast a spell; she merely formed a shield from raw magic.

While using pure magic for defense was swift, a defense created through spell-casting was inherently sturdier.

Smir’s aggressive move was effortlessly thwarted, but it didn’t affect the others.

They continued their plan undeterred.

Mason bestowed his magical blessing upon the four Warrior Lords.

Blue lights enveloped them as they charged toward Airael, resembling a tsunami in momentum.

Airael, on the receiving end of this “tsunami,” watched in intrigue.

She recognized the spell Mason cast, known as Ocean’s Grace.

Seeing it in action made her think it truly was worthy of its name.

Ocean’s Grace was indeed a fitting title.

But she wondered just how much true tsunami ability those four little waves had.

Her gaze swept over the four Warrior Lords rushing toward her.

At that moment, while Airael was captivated by their approach, Mason whispered to the somewhat disheartened Smir beside him, “Smir, don’t dwell too much on what just happened. What we need to do is to coordinate well with each other and fight this battle superbly. Even if we lose, let’s lose with dignity, not in a pitiful manner.”

“Thank you, Mason.”

Smir nodded upon hearing this, regaining his spirits.

With that, he and Mason began preparing for their next spells.

Interestingly, the first to reach Airael were not the closest Tugur and Ladis, but the two located on the sides.

They charged in unison, wielding their swords high, ready to strike Airael.

An unstoppable aura radiated from them.

Airael frowned as she noticed the swords in their hands had some anti-magic properties.

The special metal contained within could disrupt the arrangement of magical elements.

In other words, it could turn a well-organized army into a disorganized mess.

Thus, magic would lose its effectiveness.

Given such circumstances, Airael wouldn’t be foolish enough to use magic to defend against their assaults.

She wasn’t about to make things harder for herself.

Instead, Airael cast a spell on herself.

With a light jump backward, she evaded the slashes of the two Warrior Lords by several meters.

The slashing attacks missed, and they joined Tugur and Ladis.

Once again, the four of them, wielding their anti-magic swords, charged toward Airael.

Airael glanced momentarily at Mason and the two Elven Lords behind him before returning her focus to the Warriors.

Though they wielded anti-magic swords, it wouldn’t be hard to deal with them using magic.

She could simply employ spells they couldn’t cut through or didn’t have time to finish.

A gold Magic Circle materialized beneath Airael, emanating a chilling aura that spread around her.

The primary targets of this chill were the four Warriors ahead.

Where the chill passed, ice began to form upon the ground.

Touched by the chill, the four Warrior Lords shivered, and the next moment, ice encased them.

At this moment, their Ocean’s Grace actually backfired on them.

Water, when meeting cold air, would naturally freeze. With low enough temperatures, even seawater would turn solid.

In such a scenario, their anti-magic swords were rendered ineffective.

The chill had no distinct shape and was omnipresent in the air.

Even if they touched it with their swords, it would merely be a fraction of it.

The other chill still continued to affect their bodies.

As the ice around the four Warriors thickened, a wall of earth suddenly erupted from the ice, rising up and shielding them from the cold.