The barbarians roared to the sky, as if praying for power, and began to shout incoherently, their words unintelligible to anyone.
As if the preliminary prayers had been completed, the barbarians began to wield weapons that burned with fire, swirling around Vladimir and drawing ever closer.
"What kind of gibberish is that? I can't understand a word!"
He laughed heartily, then his brows furrowed, and an aura of icy coldness began to emanate from him.
As a mage, Vladimir is more accustomed to relying on magic to assist his physical body in combat.
A barbarian wielding a flaming spear thrust it fiercely toward the back of Vladimir's head.
Vladimir stepped back, his palm filled with handguards made of ice, and gripped the fragile spear tightly.
The ice gradually flowed from the tip of the gun towards the burning barrel.
The barbarian suddenly pulled back, only to find that the spear seemed to be stuck and could not move. It simply abandoned the spear and charged towards Vladimir with its strong body.
Soon, the old man swung his icy spear and hurled it behind him. The high-speed, icy spear pierced the head of a barbarian wielding two swords who was waiting nearby.
Looking back, the barbarian who had pounced on him was already less than ten meters away.
With a sudden flick of his right leg, his icy footsteps shattered the barbarian's head.
Vladimir's blue glove on his right hand glowed slightly, and an ice dagger appeared in his palm. He thrust it into the body of the barbarian whose head had exploded, and then threw it at a red-haired barbarian holding a battle axe not far away.
The corpse collided with the body, and the enormous impact instantly pierced through the entire snowfield, tearing out a deep ravine.
The barbarian fell down the valley along with the corpse.
Touching his gloves, Vladimir slowly lit a cigar.
A mage's magical attributes are basically singular.
However, for mages with powerful physical strength, even a single spell can be an extremely powerful asset.
He held an unlit cigar in his mouth and slowly walked toward a barbarian who was retreating behind him.
Perhaps it was the terror caused by his imposing presence.
The barbarian even forgot about the chain hammer in his hand and stood there blankly.
Vladimir stomped his foot and quickly appeared in front of the barbarian.
The force was very subtle; the immense power only caused the barbarian's internal organs to tremble violently. It staggered backward a few steps and fell off the cliff.
In the last second, the barbarian used his enormous hand to grip the snow-covered ground, attempting to climb up and face the enemy again.
Vladimir strolled leisurely to the edge of the cliff, looked down at the surging, cold ocean below, and smiled.
"Um!"
He crouched down, placed his gloves on the dangling barbarian's arm, and released a freezing spell that froze the barbarian to the edge.
After doing all this, he ignored the barbarian's screams and patted his pockets.
But he showed a surprised expression.
"Oops, I forgot to bring my flint."
As an ice mage, he naturally wouldn't use the fire elemental magic that these birdmen were playing with.
As if he had thought of something, Vladimir lowered his head and raised an eyebrow at the barbarian.
The poor barbarian hadn't yet understood what Vladimir meant until he saw the old man about to loosen his belt, at which point his expression suddenly changed.
He quickly stretched out his other hand, which wasn't frozen, and waved it in the air, rattling off a string of words.
Although Vladimir couldn't understand the barbarian language, he knew that the barbarians were definitely cursing him at that moment.
A burst of fire suddenly shot out from the barbarian's hand. The old man laughed and took two steps back.
The high flames ignited the cigar, releasing a strong tobacco aroma.
He took a deep drag and exhaled two smoke rings.
"Hiss~ Hoo, haha!"
"I love fighting with you guys from the [Flaming Sword] faction. Good job setting the fire."
"Powerful!"
He laughed heartily twice, squatted down, and ice axes once again condensed on his gloves.
He chopped off the man's hand and watched helplessly as the barbarian fell to the ground.
The icy ocean stirred up waves several meters high, until a dark shadow slowly emerged from beneath the ice and swallowed the corpse.
A faint blush of blood appeared.
Vladimir stood up, a cigar dangling from his mouth, a trail of red blood trailing behind him.
He exhaled a smoke ring with a sense of melancholy and shouted towards the sky.
"Look how scared you are, come out now."
A very young-looking man ran out from behind the frozen tree, his face full of sorrow.
He came to Vladimir's side, and looking at the gruesome corpses around him, he couldn't help but feel nauseous.
"General..."
Vladimir turned around and asked as he walked.
"Tell me, what kind of trouble have those B Knights gotten up to this time?"
His deputy quickly grabbed an arrest warrant and handed it to Vladimir.
He took it, a cigar dangling from his mouth, and glanced at it casually.
The image of this person is also shown above.
"Yesterday, they issued an arrest warrant, which is now estimated to have spread throughout the entire north."
“Those knights hope that our Pale Magic Society can help arrest this person.”
Vladimir took a deep drag on his cigar, exhaling the smoke in bursts.
"Hmm, this kid looks familiar. What's his name, Victor?"
"His name is known to everyone in the capital, and his reputation has even spread to the north, however..."
The old man spends his days smoking cigars, dancing, and fighting and beating up barbarians.
Who would pay attention to these things?
But there was one thing Dick understood perfectly well.
The old man definitely wouldn't help those knights, because...
"Heh heh, he's a mage?"
"Tell those knights that mages have free passage here."
He laughed three times, then, as if he had thought of something, turned to look at Dick.
"What did this person do that warrants their nationwide arrest?"
"Well……"
Dick was slightly embarrassed, but he still spoke.
“Victor paralyzed Angus and his son.”
"So they're determined to find Viktor and demand an explanation..."
Vladimir was silent for a moment, then gave the instructions:
"Have those guys down there look for this person, try their best to find him."
"Then……"
"I absolutely have to have a drink with this guy! Hahahaha!"
He slapped Dick hard on the shoulder, so hard that Dick coughed incessantly.
"General, General... please stop filming for now, cough, there's one more thing."
"oh?"
Vladimir snapped out of his daze, somewhat curious.
"Your duke friend in the capital, his daughter has arrived."
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