The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 127: The Rage of Bitter Cold (1)

[One of his bloodlines is frost. Be careful.]

[And the other one?]

[I’m not sure. But it seems to be focused on close combat. His magical power level is top-tier, about halfway between you two.]

Before the fight, Turan used wind magic to discreetly spread his voice to communicate with his companions. Enjoy more content from novelbuddy

Of course, Solif, who was the only one among them who couldn’t skillfully handle wind, could only listen.

During that brief moment of conversation...

Seizing this opening, Renode swung his ice axe, sending a crescent-shaped cold light beam shooting from the blade.

The target was Turan, who was standing in the middle of the three.

"Ugh!"

Turan immediately tried to defend by creating an earth wall, but surprisingly, the light beam easily cut through the mana-infused rock wall and surged toward him.

At that moment, a green shield sprouted from his body and blocked it, freezing in the process.

It was an automatic defense magic device stolen from a Baraha noble.

’That was dangerous.’

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Turan narrowed his eyes at the destructive power transmitted through the shield.

Just now, that was not only too powerful compared to the mana he possessed, but it was also a technique whose principles were difficult to understand from the start.

Perhaps it had something to do with the mixing of two bloodlines?

"Hup!"

At that moment, Solif let out a battle cry as he overturned the ground’s surface, firing dozens of stone bullets forward.

When Meisa followed up by creating and shooting several flame spears, Renode couldn’t continue his offensive and had to retreat while swinging his axe to deflect them.

"No, how can such power..."

Unlike his confident demeanor from earlier, traces of difficulty appeared on his face for the first time.

This was because while Turan’s group had only used high noble-level power when oppressing the Nagin house mages earlier, now they were truly showing their full capabilities.

Of course, since they deliberately avoided using bloodline abilities, it couldn’t be said they were going all out.

While the two were actively attacking, Turan took out the light-eating cloth and had it devour the orb of light Renode had created.

As the brightly lit campsite was instantly covered in darkness, the three concealed themselves again and threw throwing knives or shot frozen blood from nearby corpses.

Turan clicked his tongue while throwing long, thin needle-shaped throwing knives.

’I just can’t get used to this.’

The throwing knives used by Turan’s group were those used by Leto, the Zahar noble who had been in Arabion, and naturally, since they hadn’t practiced using them skillfully, their efficiency was terribly low.

Probably if they hadn’t planned to disguise themselves as Zahar assassins, there would have been no reason to use such things.

"Ugh...!"

But Renode couldn’t easily deflect those unskilled projectile attacks like before.

This was because the stealth ability made it impossible to know where the projectiles were coming from.

Every time he tried to create light, Turan kept using magic devices to eliminate it, and when he tried to block this, he couldn’t free up his hands because he had to respond to the other two’s constant attacks.

"Aaaaargh!"

When Renode, unable to endure any longer, let out an anger-filled roar, a chilling cold spread around him.

The air, which had been just moderately cool, instantly became so cold that even breath would freeze, causing the fallen Nagin knights on the ground to shiver all over.

"Re-Renode, sir."

"Too, too cold..."

After lowering the surrounding temperature with just one shout, Renode immediately created dozens of ice picks with a gesture and shot them in all directions, trying to find his invisible enemies.

Of course, when someone who can see their opponent and those who cannot exchange projectiles, the outcome is obvious.

As more and more stabbed and cut wounds appeared, Renode’s body gradually became stained with blood.

’This is strange...’

While continuing to launch attacks, Turan lightly wet his finger with saliva and stirred the air.

Though the climate here was quite dry, Renode was surprisingly easily condensing ice and using it as projectiles.

Even with the ability of the stream bloodline that handles water, one shouldn’t be able to exercise abilities this easily in such an environment.

Moreover, even though he kept creating ice, there wasn’t even a feeling of the surrounding air becoming dry.

At this rate, it seemed less like gathering and freezing moisture and more like creating ice out of nothing.

After about a minute of resistance like a buffalo being hunted by a wolf pack...

Finally, when the knights couldn’t endure anymore and all froze to death, the cornered Renode’s eyes turned bright red.

"Ugh..."

Along with a low groan, the flow of mana swirling inside his body began to intensify.

Just as Turan noticed him trying something and was about to dispel his stealth to shout a warning, Renode stomped his foot hard.

"You, bastards-!"

Starting from his foot, an ice sheet instantly spread out to a radius of over a hundred meters, creating an ice rink.

A magic that covers the ground in ice, what use could such a thing possibly have?

To make it difficult to walk because it’s slippery?

The moment such doubts arose, Renode’s body slid at a tremendous speed.

At such a speed that made one wonder if a giant had personally lifted and moved him.

His target was Solif, who had just exposed his position by throwing knives.

"Die-!"

Arriving instantly at where Solif was, Renode shouted like a half-mad person and struck the ground with his axe.

The result brought by that seemingly meaningless action was truly tremendous.

Kwaddeuk, ice picks that sprouted from the struck ground covered several dozen meters in front in a fan shape.

As if shouting that if they hide with stealth, he’ll just blow everything away altogether.

"You madman!"

Shocked by the attack directed at him, Solif activated the Baraha magic device he had at maximum power.

As a white sphere enveloped his entire body, ice picks crackled and shattered against it repeatedly.

’What power...!’

Solif’s eyes widened at the pressure transmitted through the sphere.

This was because the magic device he had brought, which possessed defensive capabilities that were among the best in Baraha, was screaming as if it would break at any moment.

Turan had clearly said that even Renode’s enhanced power was only about halfway between him and Meisa, but looking at this alone, it felt like fighting someone with twice the magical power.

When he dispelled his stealth due to covering his body with the glowing sphere, Renode, seeing this, shouted with an expression full of ecstasy.

"There you are!"

His bloodshot eyes, foaming mouth with drool flowing, and gaping mouth clearly didn’t look like those of a normal person.

His other bloodline, the crossed axes symbol, was clearly that of a berserker who gained tremendous physical abilities at the cost of losing reason.

When Renode leaped dozens of meters from that spot and brought down his axe, dozens of cracks appeared in the white sphere with a loud bang.

It was such overwhelming physical ability that one could guarantee the match would be decided within five seconds if this sphere broke and it came down to close combat.

"Damn it, help!"

The moment the cornered Solif urgently called out, a stone flying from the side struck Renode’s head directly.