A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 886: Plague Lord, Can You Only Cast Fireball?

"When the enemy charged at us from the opposite side... we saw it, we really saw it!"

"Nonsense! What you saw was an illusion!"

Archbishop Joyce was furious. Six hundred men went out, only a few scattered remnants returned. A group fell into traps, another was slaughtered by various beasts from the sides and rear. Finally, after organizing, they killed most of those beasts...

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

From all directions, strictly controlled from eight directions, fireballs shot towards them... Eight fireballs reached the same distance from the center point at the same time and then exploded!

Eight super fireballs interacted, their power compressing each other... In that instant, in the explosion's center, transparent, twisted flames violently shredded everything!

"The commander was directing in the middle at that time... He activated his Holy Armor, with two pairs of light wings appearing behind him, trying desperately to charge out... But the flames hit him, and he was gone! The whole person was just gone!"

The Archbishop frowned. The captain of the Knights of the Holy Cathedral was only one level lower than him, a level 14 master... Level 14, bolstering Holy Power, shredded by eight fireballs in one strike?

What level spell were these fireballs? A level 3 Fireball Spell wouldn’t be enough, level 4 Flame Explosion? Or was it a level 5 Advanced Flame Explosion?

That requires a level 9 mage... Eight directions, at the same time, eight level 9 mages... In that case, the mage leading them must be at least level 10?

Moreover, combined with powerful illusions, there might be a mage over level 11 on the other side?

Eight level 9 mages, not just one level 10, perhaps even an 11th level mage, how many people did the Magic Council send over?!

"Useless! All of you are useless!" he muttered, unsure if he was cursing the clergy of Ostend City or the navy patrolling the Holsea Strait:

"So many mages crossed over, and you didn't even know in advance! You're all deaf! Blind!"

Though he knew it wasn't entirely the fault of the Ostend people, nor the navy. The clergy of Ostend, if they had a bit more skill, wouldn't have their cathedral blown up; as for the navy...

"The Dutch beggars at sea are really annoying! They don't fight properly, buzzing around like flies!"

With so many fishing boats moving through the strait, it's impossible to prevent a few mages from crossing. But now, what he needed to consider was:

Eight level 9 mages, several level 10, perhaps even level 11, more could fly over the strait at any time... Can the six great cathedrals, even if they all go all out, win?

After all, the last Radiant Holy Sword already consumed half of the cathedral's stored Holy Power. The Holy Artifacts in the cathedral also needed time to recharge, they couldn't fire a second shot in a short time...

In Star Fortress, a group of mages were cheering. Eight level 5 mages, eight cups, clinked together, and the soda water splashed everywhere:

"To our Plague Lord!"

"To the Plague Lord!"

"His Fireball Spell is really useful!"

"Yes, with two enhancements, it reaches the peak of level 4, almost level 5!"

"The timing of the spellcasting is also crucial! Eight level 5 spells, synchronized for maximum effect!"

"Thanks to Archmage Sam for the concept! Thanks to the Tower Spirit of Thunder Tower for the calculations!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Before the words finished, the soda water in the eight cups rose together, pouring all over their heads. Then, eight Mage Hands appeared at the same time, knocking on their foreheads with a crisp sound...

"Ouch!"

"We were wrong!"

"We won't say it again..."

The leading Archmage walked over expressionlessly. Five young mages glanced at each other, shrinking their necks and starting to whisper:

"It's your fault! Why mention the Plague Lord!"

"Everyone says that!"

"That's the term from Black Crow Swamp! Thunder Horn hates that nickname, don't you know?!"

"But it's really funny..."

Chatter, chatter. The leading Archmage's eye twitched, but it wasn't appropriate to go back and hit them again:

If you're going to gossip, can you wait until I'm farther away?! Don’t you know I always have a Detection Spell on me!

The real "Plague Lord" was running around by the mage tower, miserably being beaten... by Old Morgan. Why did he come back? Ah, he was doing well observing the quarantine area ahead, why come back!

Since being ambushed by the church outside the quarantine area, with mutual attacks, his senior sister and teacher somehow believed that Garrett's combat ability might be salvageable. So, they gave him a task...

A small fight every day!

A big fight every week!

The small daily fights were executed by Old Morgan, carrying a wooden sword, chasing Garrett from the mountain top to the bottom and back up again, running all over. Mainly training Garrett's evasion skills and ability to cast spells instantly in combat;

The weekly big fights were carried out by Archmage Byerbo, Archmage Filby, Archmage Carlisle... In short, whoever was available among his senior brothers and sisters. Mainly training Garrett’s adaptability against masters, even if he couldn’t win, he had to find a way to escape!

Garrett, who had advanced to level 8 mage, with less than five real battles, was completely a rookie:

"Ahhhhh!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"It hurts! Old Morgan, go easy!"

Since curing his scoliosis and going through the battlefield again, this level 14 old knight was full of vitality. He didn't use high-level power, just wielded a basic wooden sword, targeting Garrett:

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack smack smack!"

"Armor reinforcement was too slow!"

"A high-level warrior can use a technique of rapidly striking the same point multiple times, causing the armor to collapse! You can’t judge by normal standards, reinforce it in time!"

"Don’t focus on your footing! Relax your mind, nature will tell you everything! You’re a Nature Priest, always stay attuned to nature! Yesterday was better than the last time! Today, put in more effort!"

Garrett: "Ahhhhh ouch ouch!"

You want me to attune with nature, then stop hitting me! It hurts! When it hurts, my mind can’t focus, it bounces back!

"Attack! Attack! Don’t be afraid! I'm a level 14 warrior, your instant-cast little spells won’t hurt me!"

Garrett: "...How about we use a beast instead?"

It's not that I don't trust you, but my enhanced Fireball Spell, enhanced Flame Explosion, and Potassium Ion Addition Spell, I don’t even know their power myself!

Under Garrett's pitiful plea, Old Morgan, with a skeptical look, had someone release a magic pig. Before opening the cage, he kept reminding Garrett:

"Keep both feet on the ground if possible! Face the beast, don’t turn your back! Always hold a weapon, it’s your last safeguard! If all else fails, shove it in the beast’s mouth!"

Garrett nodded in agreement. He hung all kinds of defenses, and as the cage opened, the magic pig pawed the ground, snorted, and charged at him. Garrett, calm and collected, began to cast Fireball Spell—

"Boom!"

Dust and smoke flew, black smoke rose. Garrett stood in place, revealing a satisfied smile, thinking this magic pig should surely be dead:

Although it wasn't an enhanced Fireball Spell, a level 3 spell on a level 3 magic pig should be enough, right?

"Boom boom boom boom!"

In the black smoke and dust, the large wild boar lowered its head, the half-broken tusk digging into the ground, its head and back covered in wounds, charging straight at him.

Garrett's smile froze. This thing is so tough?!

He belatedly remembered that among various magical beasts, the magic pig wasn't the highest in attack, but it was top tier in toughness and resilience.

Not to mention, its sand-armor skin resisted fire, water, and all kinds of physical attacks.

So, need to cast more?

Garrett hesitated for half a second, then cast a Web Spell, followed by Entangling Vines. He wanted to cast another attack spell, but the boar, standing chest-high to him and weighing at least a ton, completely ignored the Web Spell.

The vines did slightly better, not being entirely ignored. It chewed through a couple as it charged...

"Bang!"

The Radiant Shield didn’t shatter, but the boar crashed through it, shattering the shield spell, then the Advanced Mage Armor...

The foul breath hit Garrett's face. In an instant, he felt his heart stop, and all his prepared attack spells vanished from his mind.

Fireball Spell?

No, too close, I’ll get caught in it!

Lightning Bolt?

With the boar's sand-armor, it probably doesn't conduct electricity, right?

Right, Potassium Ion Delivery! A direct hit, the heart stops instantly, that’ll work!

Garrett hastily reached into his space bag, quickly pulling out a test tube. With his mental power locking on, he shaped the spell model, and cast—

But wait, where's the boar's heart? Its big head is blocking it!

In a split second, the spell hit the boar's foreleg, only eliciting an angry roar and a stumble.

In the last moment, Garrett quickly activated a Teleportation Spell, appearing a hundred feet

away. Just as he landed, the boar sniffed, roared, and charged again.

Garrett: "..."

Flame Shield!

Ice Wall!

Fireball, Fireball, Fireball, Fireball...

When Garrett finally stopped, the boar was burnt to a crisp.

"Miscalculating the enemy’s ability!"

"Improper spell choice!"

After watching the spectacle, Archmage Carlisle floated down from the sky. He grabbed Garrett's ear and began lecturing:

"Only using standing spells, not utilizing terrain for evasion!"

"No backup plan after a failed spell!"

"Only that Teleportation Spell was somewhat decent... Anyway, with your skills, any weaker mage, warrior, or even a beast could kill you!"

Garrett: "T_T Why would I go on an adventure... Staying home is so much better..."

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