Return of The 8th Class Mage Chapter 48.2 The Great Grass Field (1)

Return of The 8th Class Mage Chapter 48 part2
*Clinnnng-!*
The spear of the giant aborigine’s was deflected to the sky.
He couldn’t deal Ian with his big muscles.
‘H, how he can be…..!’
Ian was powerful as the shaman bodyguards.
They also yielded massive power with their small body.
Was this imperial man the same kind as them?
‘Magic Missile.’
The aborigine stepped back while staggering.
Ian didn’t miss this chance.
*Bang!*
A small mana sphere smashed the aborigine’s abdomen. A small explosion had occurred, as well. Although it wouldn’t kill him, he would be suffering for a while. His intestines were twisted by its impact.
“Errghhh!”
This Imperial man’s muscle power was similar to their tribe guards.
However, that magic was similar to their shaman.
Embarrassed, the aborigines had stepped back.
“M, mage. An imperial mage!”
They also knew about the imperial mages.
They were a similar kind to that of the shamans. After they recognized Ian was mage, they pulled out their horn, and tried to blow it. They were trying to call for reinforcements.
“Don’t make it a mess.”
However, their effort was meaningless. A tangle arose from the ground and snapped the horn. It was the great grass field. It was the perfect area to cast ground type magic without using too much mana.
“Monsters are invading our border lines.”
Ian approached the tangled aborigines.
He aimed at their necks with his ice sword.
“However, it seems you guys are unaffected by them. You guys must be related to it.”
Even a soft touch of the ice sword made them bleed.
The edge was very sharp.
“Tell me. The King of Shamans. Where can I find him?”
“O, our king…..”
“Are you looking for me, young man?”
From behind, an old man’s voice was heard.
Although he was standing far away, his voice was clear.
A shaman was similar to the mage.
They knew how to enhance their voice with their mana.
“Why is an imperial man looking for the King of Shamans?”
An old man wearing a wolf skin approached, followed by many guards as well.
“Are you the King of Shamans?”
“People call me like that.”
“I came from the Greenriver Empire. I came here to ask you about those monsters.”
Ian drew away his ice sword.
Ian said to the old man while briefly looking at the birch staff on his hand.
“Do you know anything about them?”
“What are those monsters are doing?”
“They are invading three countries’ border line.”
“That’s standard.”
The old man replied without any curiosity.
It was indeed the standard thing to happen.
But its scale was absurd.
“That’s strange. It must be you guys who are the most sensitive about the monsters’ movement, but you guys are reacting like you have never heard about it. Most of all, you are the King of Shaman.”
Ian’s suspicion was getting deeper, and clearer.
“And.”
There was a critical fact that proved he was lying.
“You are not the King of Shamans.”
“……?”
The old man swayed for a moment.
Although it was for a glimpse of a moment, Ian’s eyes didn’t missed it.
“What nonsense….”
“That staff.”
Ian was looking at the old man’s staff.
He was watching it from beginning.
That was the critical clue.
“As far as I know, the King of Shamans uses a different staff.”
Ian didn’t know well about the aborigine’s daily routine.
However, at least Ian knew about their staffs.
The staff that was given to the King of Shaman.
It was the ‘fourth artifact’ that Ian was targeting.
“What are you guys manipulating?”
Ian asked quietly.
By his question, the old man raised his staff highly.
“Dear fire element!”
Soon, giant flames started to burn its surrounding.
It was a different type of magic compared to imperial mage’s magic. The flame had a head and arms. It was a copied version of the fire spirit magic, precisely, ‘incantation’.
“It is not your business, imperial man.”
The aboriginal shaman’s voice changed and became cold.
His summoned flames started to attack Ian.
“Hah….”
It must be their ultimate move for them.
However, Ian laughed bitterly.
It seemed he was underestimated by that fake King of Shaman.
‘This is quite awkward.’
They must have underestimated him due to Ian pretending to be a sword man. Maybe that shaman estimated Ian to be an imperial mage who could use the sword and a first class mage who could cast the lowest class magic, such as the magic missile.
‘Fire element, is it?’
He was attacking Ian with the copied version of fire spirit magic.
So Ian decided to show the higher tier of magic than those incantations.
Ian was the best mage of the Empire, wasn’t he?
It was unofficial though.
‘An eye for an eye and tooth for tooth.’
After dodging the attack of the shaman’s fire spell, Ian drew a conjuring formulae. It was much more complicated than conjuring the wolf spirits or conjuring a unicorn. However, Ian drew it perfectly, and without any mistake.
“Conjure.”
Ian spoke the casting spell in their language on purpose.
They believed in spirits as their guardian spirit.
“Fire spirit, Salamander.”
Compared to the fake fire spirit of the shaman, it was a giant flame lizard that had a much bigger body and flames around it. It was the moment where the ‘fire spirit salamander’ was summoned at the Great Grass Field.
Only
“F, fire spirit…….?”
It was the appearance of a real spirit. Not a fake one made by the shamans, but a real fire spirit, a salamander, was conjured. Furthermore, it consumed the fake spirit that the shaman had conjured.
“If you want to live,”
The salamander walked around the aborigines.
Its fire energy had reached the aborigines very well.
Even a single breathe of air made them feel like they were burning.
Whenever if they tried to do any tricky moves, the spirit would burn them.
“Stop lying to me.”