Armored Mage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he added in, pointing to a line of soldiers that were watching the battle intently, every one of them had matte black armour, a sword on their hip and a medium-sized shield with a white rams skull emblem in the middle of it, they were occasionally throwing up a shield to block an arrow or fireball directed to their charge, “They are the elite of the fae, magic using soldiers, skilled in combat with either.” ‘Maybe this isn’t the best idea after all,’ Rex thought to himself, the odds of failure were growing with each new piece of news, he knew the only reason Telagus was getting the upper hand was because of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of soldiers, and the necromancers had an endless s

Every detail of his attire spoke of tradition, legacy, and the weight of responsibility that came with leading a kingdom. Soft music continued to serenade us as I approached Liam. He extended his hand, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "You look beyond breathtaking, Daliah," he whispered, his voice a melodic undercurrent in the enchanting garden. The ancient and revered ceremonialist, a mage known throughout the realm for his wisdom and mastery of magic, approached the forefront. His robe, a celestial tapestry of deep indigo and shimmering silver threads, flowed with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. The robe bore symbols and sigils representing the intricate weave of time and t

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

The soldier said while shaking his head. But, Yman's mouth showed a smile instead. In these kinds of attacks, archers were playing an important role, though Mage type magicians have powerful attacks, they don't have an unlimited source of magic. Magic of the high tier needs more stamina to cast. So, Mage type magicians were easily exhausted, and they were not suitable for lengthy battles. Unlike the Archer type magician, they only need to generate a little and low tier magic, which is hardening, to strengthen and harden their arrows. As long as there's more supply of arrows, they were able to support the vanguard for longer.

the announcer said, “is Orin Zarrin. Mage class. Energy Burst magic.” That drew a few murmurs from the crowd. Energy Burst was no joke. It allowed a fighter to release explosive pulses from any point of contact—fist, elbow, knee, foot. Devastating in close range. But then again, he wasn’t royalty. No amplifier. Just raw talent. Still, that was more than enough to leave someone in the dirt. Nyomei stepped into the ring, drawing a few snickers from the crowd. Too soft, too quiet, too nervous. Easy win.

"You are stronger than I thought. I put a lot of energy into that attack but your reinforcement magic is quite impressive." Reinforcement magic is a type of enhancement magic that mages use to protect themselves from magic attacks. This is what Delmar was referring to when he told Fenrir about the ability to make weapons more durable during combat. This type of magic hardens the region of the body or weapon that the user wants and acts as a shock absorber to lessen the impact unlike the knights magic resistant armor which only reduces the magic effects but saves magic energy. The stronger the reinforcement the more magic energy it depletes, and thus it is beneficial to wear magic resistant a

He began to try his new magical powers. A layer of silvery Qi armor slowly appeared on his body. The armor was silver, and it changed along with his thought. The silver armor glittered and had a streamlined design. Armed to the teeth, Ding Hao only revealed his eyes. Arms like dragon scales rippled on Ding Hao's skin, covering all his wrists, ankles, knees, elbows, neck, and other joints. If someone looked from the distance, he would find a War God with silver armor and releasing a strong aura.

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

The remaining workers in the courtyard instantly dropped their tools, their ears pinning back as a heavy wave of dominant, unfamiliar magic crashed over the valley. The main iron gates shook as a column of dark armored warriors marched into the territory. They weren't wearing the fur and iron of the northern packs; their armor was made of polished midnight-blue steel that caught the pale sun. At the front of the column walked a man who made even the tallest vanguard soldiers step back in apprehension. It was Malakai. He was the Supreme Commander of Gina's original pack, and her father's most dangerous warrior.

And it was too simple for Archmages like Garaman. The chains blazed in golden flames. Kael squeezed his eyes shut, his arm shaking as he concentrated his alar on strengthening his shield. But the painful headache had kept on distracting his focus. “Give up, traitor,” Arch Garaman’s voice called amidst the rattling sound of chains, “you’re surrounded.”