I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 98 Kobold Priest

"Thank you."

Maeve said awkwardly.

She had initially been convinced that she should protect the monk, but it turned out that the monk was the one protecting her.

Thinking of this, a blush of embarrassment rose on her face.

"Don't be shy, cast some buff spells on them, I don't need any more," Wilder said with a smile.

However, he couldn't help feeling some regret.

This pastor is only a little cute, he's not very useful!

Not only is she not helpful, but she also needs protection. I should have just left her in the cage.

Wilder has just cast [Crown of Madness] four times and the [Command] feat once, bringing his total spellcasting to eight times, including the three spells he cast before.

We can no longer use magic indiscriminately.

Fortunately, the kobolds are almost all killed off.

Wilder just took down five, Cyrion and Gru each killed six, Joffrey killed five, and Lyle killed seven.

In the blink of an eye, only three kobolds remained, forced into a corner by Gru and Cyrion, making it impossible for them to circle around and attack Wilder and Maeve from behind.

"Little guy, you won't get the rest of the puppies!" Gru said with a laugh.

"OK!"

Wilder chuckled and replied, "You've gotten addicted to killing too, huh?"

"I wouldn't say it's addictive, but it's still more satisfying than watching you kill!"

As he spoke, Gru raised his long-handled battle axe above his head, preparing to deliver his family's signature vertical slash to the kobold, who was about the same height as him but was hunched over in fear, making him a head shorter.

"roar!"

With a roar, Gru swung his arms down vertically, his bulging muscles making a series of cracking sounds, as if the air had been sliced ​​open by an axe blade.

Wilder glanced sideways, not wanting to witness the bloody scene of the kobold being split in two.

……

Strangely, several seconds passed, but he still didn't hear the kobold's scream.

They didn't even hear the sound of the axe blade slicing through the kobold's scales.

"Gru!"

Cyrion suddenly shouted.

Wilder quickly looked up at the dwarf who should have been swinging his axe and hacking away.

However, at this moment he seemed to be frozen, remaining motionless with the giant axe raised above his head.

His imposing movements, in particular, made him appear more like a meticulously designed sculpture.

"This is……"

Wilder was muttering to himself when a dark red beam of light suddenly shot out from the tunnel entrance and struck Cyrion.

The human warrior, who was standing ramrod straight a second ago, suddenly froze and squatted down on the ground.

"Cyrion!"

Wilder shouted, but the man didn't turn around at all.

Upon closer inspection, he was actually trembling all over.

[The Art of Panic]

Wilder recalled what Maeve had said: the kobold priests possessed two types of mental magic.

Looking again at Gru, who was still standing motionless, it was clear that he had been afflicted by another spell mastered by the priest—

[Human Freezing Technique]

These bewitching spells were Wilder's specialty, but when his teammates were hit by similar spells, he couldn't find a way to break them.

What to do...

Just then, a ghostly black shadow passed before his eyes and rushed straight towards the tunnel entrance.

"Joffrey, don't go yet!" Wilder shouted.

It's a pity it's too late.

Even though the wanderer was extremely fast, the tunnel was so narrow that he would inevitably appear at the entrance.

The kobold seized the opportunity, and a beam of red light shot out, striking the blurry black shadow.

[Human Freezing Technique]

The black leather armor suddenly appeared in their field of vision, freezing the elusive Joffrey in place.

Lyle stood on the rock, his bow already drawn, aiming at the source of the red beam of light.

However, with Joffrey immobilized and blocking the cave entrance, and Lyle's archery lacking tracking capabilities, straight-line shots were completely ineffective in targeting the kobold priest hidden in the tunnel.

However, the speed of red light can be turned.

As he focused on aiming and waiting for the enemy to show themselves, the beam of light emerged from the tunnel like a snake and shot towards Lyle at great speed.

Lyle was very agile and immediately jumped off the rock, dodging the attack almost perfectly.

But the chilling beam of light still managed to strike his ankle.

The knight-errant, bow in one hand and arrow in the other, stretched out his body, frozen in place in a rather elegant posture.

Within seconds, all four members of Cyrion's squad were hit by a bewitching spell.

The tide of battle turned in an instant.

"Aww!!!"

A low, hoarse groan echoed from the depths of the tunnel, as if the kobold priest was proclaiming his power.

The three kobolds cornered against the wall suddenly felt emboldened, picked up their tattered weapons from the ground, and raised them high above their heads—

"Baharahata!"

(Long live Hadiya!)

……

Maeve's emotions were like a rollercoaster ride, from the joy of certain victory to the fear of a crushing defeat.

It's this ritual again...

It's that terrifying mental spell again!

We're all going to die here!

Her small hands were clasped to her chest, trembling uncontrollably as she murmured:

"What do we do now?"

She glanced sideways at Wilder beside her and noticed that his expression was no longer as nonchalant as before.

His gaze was solemn, but he showed no panic, as if he were gathering the strength for a spell.

suddenly.

The tip of the oak staff lit up, followed by a thick white mist rising around it.

When the fog cleared, Maeve saw four identical Wilders.

They wore the same clothes, with the same wrinkles and dirt, and they all carried the same staffs. Even their expressions were identical.

Four identical Wilders, each one meter tall, turned to look at her simultaneously and spoke at the same time:

"Meve, do you have any knowledge of mind control magic?"

The four voices, all on the same frequency, overlapped, creating a unique sense of majesty.

"I don't know how yet," she replied.

Without a change in expression, the four Wilders immediately continued:

"I'll rush towards Cyrion and Gru in a bit to draw the attention of the kobolds and priests. You take this opportunity to use your dagger to slash the ranger Lyle on the other side."

"Huh?" Maeve was taken aback, not understanding what she meant. "Why...?"

"Pain can break the control of bewitching spells," Wilde said.

In previous battles against the Phase Spider and the Shark Lizard Beast, Cyrion's Heavy Thrust Strike, even when it failed to kill the monsters directly, caused them to wake up prematurely from their bewitching state.

The [Fear Spell] and [Human Freeze Spell] are probably not high-level spells, and they can most likely be countered using this method.

"But you..."

Maeve asked hesitantly, "Will it really draw fire?"

A mage, actually having to act as a meat shield.

She felt that Wilder was throwing his life away.

"Don't worry about me."

Wilder's four voices, like divine advice, shook Maeve's heart.

"Do what you can!"