Chapter 103: True Name Summoning
Timothy led the wizard battalion, slowly approaching the Allied camp.
According to intelligence, there are at least several Red Robe Mages of the Minglian Army here, and this is also where the headquarters of the Allied Forces' Mage Command is located.
The defense outside the camp was quite strict. Under the dark night, the tents were quiet and silent, like a cemetery that was sleeping.
Timothy felt the magical fluctuations around him, and at a distance of about 10 kilometers, he began to walk and said to the wizards behind him: "The importance of this battle doesn't need me to say again. What needs to be reminded is that just for the production of these scrolls, hundreds of high-ranking wizards spent a month's time. If it fails this time, the kingdom's warriors will have to launch an attack in a state of insufficient magic replenishment."
7 red-robed mages are all above level 6, 4 of them are level 5. The main task is to provide necessary support. 11 people responded in a low voice.
Timothy raised his magic staff, with a solemn expression.
Although the number of people on this trip is not large, they are the backbone of the kingdom. In order to form the strongest military force with as few people as possible, the treasury of Santiao has been almost emptied. Just like he said earlier, Santiao has no way out.
Timothy held up a 9th-level scroll with his left hand "True Name Summoning", and began to chant slowly and accurately.
The other mages sat in a circle and also began preparing high-damage attack magic with scrolls as their core.
Two minutes later, the first True Name element "Fire" was summoned.
The fiery flames were almost white, and the body over 3 meters tall was adorned with a substantial-looking armor. Due to the "True Name" property of the 9th-level magic, its chest bore a flame emblem representing "Fire". This emblem, on the fiercely burning fire elemental's body, seemed even more vivid, burning even more intensely.
A huge elemental fluctuation caused the Allied camp to start bustling, the officers' shouts, the neighing of the mounts, converged into a huge sound wave, spreading around in a terrifying manner.
The red-robed mage Sandor released the crystal ball and said, "Begin the attack."
The monks immediately began chanting out the final incantation.
The magic that had been prepared long ago, with the speed boost from the scroll, quickly flew towards the enemy camp.
The towering flames rose into the clouds, accompanied by thick smoke, and in an instant enveloped the vanguard of the Allied Army.
"Second time." Sander gave the command once more.
Within two minutes, another row of flames rose up.
The enemy infantry has assembled, and with this, it is declared over.
Although there were some excellent anti-magical cavalry and their mounts that could still fight, the massive impact of magic, the scorching burns from the flames, and the constantly depleted oxygen made it completely impossible to achieve a well-organized cavalry charge.
Half of the kingdom's mages began to use magic to put out the fire, while the higher-ranking duchy mages hastily took to the air, hovering high above and not daring to come down easily.
Sander thought to himself: If it weren't for the scroll, the magic from earlier would have taken at least several dozen minutes to prepare. No wonder the previous generation of mages advocated for powerful spells, while nowadays they're all about miniaturization.
An abundance of scroll materials has made the tactics of the mage vastly different.
Another giant True Element was summoned, this time a blue giant pig representing water, swinging its short tail with the somewhat chilly "Water Seal" on it.
The 7th-level Red Robe Enchanter Jolera of the Allied Forces was trembling in mid-air.
He was already a person who had set foot in the ranks of great mages, and naturally he could distinguish between the 9th-level magic "True Name Summoning" and the third-level magic element summoning.
Don't look at them as 3-meter-tall elemental spirits, but a level-9 one is a complete aberration.
Jiela had only seen this in the records of the law masters, and now that she was witnessing it with her own eyes, aside from a slight fear, she actually felt a bit excited, wanting to see the opponent call out their final true name.
Of course, he can't really do this.
"After considering for dozens of seconds, Joyila ordered: 'Suggest that the generals retreat, a great magician is coming.'"
"A 10th-level Grand Magician Timothy?" The gathered magicians all looked at each other in shock, as if they had just seen a rabbit eating a wolf.
There are only four great mages on the entire continent, and their terror index can be imagined.
His deputy hastily flew down and persuaded the generals to withdraw from the important big camp, which also required a lot of effort.
Jirola didn't have too much concern, he thought for a moment and said first: "Raise the flag, order all red robes and ** troops to gather here, cavalry continuously charge, must constantly consume the opponent's magic, no need too many people, each time more than 100 people is enough."
The order was transmitted immediately, and the communication channel between the masters was still relatively smooth.
Seeing the people around her in a state of panic, Joila burst out laughing and said: "You don't have to worry, although Timothy has come in person, as long as we respond properly, the maximum loss will be around 10,000 people. If we're lucky enough to take down Timothy, the war will end with the fall of the Kingdom of Sanqiao. Even if we kill two or three of their Red Cloaks, the situation will improve, this is an opportunity for us."
He finished and hummed again: "If a great magician can end the war, who dares to attack the Kingdom of Saint Qiao."
Jolira had forgotten that four years ago, no country on the continent dared to attack the Kingdom of San Chio.
A mage stuttered: "T-Timo... Mosi, r-release the T-True Name spell."
True Name Spell is a general term for spells of level 5 and above.
That means the summoned element has a true name attribute, usually referring to the crystallization of pure magical web source power, which is an ordinary magic that cannot be defended against.
Jiela hummed and said: "It's a 9th-level true name summoning, I don't know what he's summoning, but..."
He said confidently, "Even if he's a great magician, it'll take at least an hour or two to complete the true name summon. We can trap him just in time."
In an instant, six red-robed masters and over a dozen other masters arrived before Jiao Yilong.
Higher-level mages all have similar judgments, and they are all very excited.
Someone shouted directly: "Santos can't hold on anymore, this is their last struggle."
Still that stuttering law master, laboriously asked: "The air element... has been summoned, coming... is it really okay?"
"I really don't know how you became a monk." A stout and tall monk, three times wider than others, hastily asked: "Don't you get tongue-tied when chanting?"
"Hah... when chanting, no, won't." The more anxious he became, the more stuttered the wizard got.
Jiayila's eyes widened: "What gas element?"
He took out a alchemy product he made himself, Thousand Miles Mirror, and looked into the distance carefully.
It's indeed a gas element, with a transparent white body. If one doesn't observe carefully, it would be hidden under the fluctuations of the other two elemental creatures.
Jiela glanced at the stuttering ** with a slightly pale face, but he was in a bad mood now.
"Isn't this a true name summoning?" He thought extremely suspiciously, in just under several hours, how could he possibly summon the third element, and complete the entire 9th level spell in just 30 minutes?
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility and immediately released a detection spell.
This is a 4th-level detection technique that can see the subtle situation of the magic web communication, and the answer obtained is exactly what Joyla least wants.
After 10 seconds of determination, Joy coldly said: "It's a level 9 scroll."
A sharp intake of cold air.
No one would question his judgment, no one would like such a judgment.
"What should I do?"
"Pull out the entire army." Joyra looked at the camp below and said, "There are still 20 minutes left. Take away what you can take away. The wounded will withdraw first. It's worth wasting a scroll on them."
It's actually not worth it, but the 9th-level scrolls of various kingdoms are limited, and they were obtained and preserved under the coincidence of hundreds or even thousands of years. During the war, using one less means that from a scarcity perspective, they are more precious than wartime supplies such as grain.
If it weren't for Chen Yi, Timothy would only have 3 level 9 scrolls, the most in the surrounding countries.
The red robes no longer hesitated and left one after another, forcing the generals to leave as well.
Sander kept an eye on the enemy camp across from him, seeing the magical fluctuations getting smaller and smaller, his tense expression easing.
"He said with a mixture of admiration and mockery: 'The Allied Forces will definitely regret today's decision.'"
Timothy silently and calmly completed the summoning of the elemental.
Four genuine elements are lined up on both sides, looking as if they have a real purpose. They are bored and searching for their target, unaware of where the opponent is.
A bright mark appeared on the ground. The 4 focal points were exactly on the 4 true name elements.
As Timothy's chanting accelerated, the bright marks on the ground shot straight up into the clouds.
The true name seals of the four true-name elements became even more vibrant.
The monks around him stopped their attacking spells.
But in the distance, Joyra, who was withdrawing, felt relieved instead.
It's really good with 9-level scroll.
Giving up a large camp for a 9th-level magic scroll is not a bad deal at all. As the wealthy nation of Saipal, there was only one remaining 9th-level scroll left, and they couldn't bear to use it in an invasion war - that was the kingdom's last line of defense.
A fiery dragon soared into the sky and cleanly swallowed all four true-name elements within the seal.
And its over 10-meter-long body is also constantly expanding.
1 kilometer
2,000 meters
5,000 meters
Without any movement, just its body length had already brought the dragon's skull above the Allied Army's camp.
A 2,000-meter-long blast of breath turned the center of the wooden camp into scorched earth.
The dragon took another deep breath.
Under the effect of high temperature, originally non-combustible inert gases start to undergo abnormal changes.
Seconds later, the second blast produced even greater destructive power.
The camp's magical defenses have all lost their effect.
Watching this scene, Joyra calmly told the other red robes: "Summon the fire dragon, it's about 20 minutes away, get ready to set off. Our losses will be repaid with their blood, I want to use the head of a great magician to make a magic container."
He would never have thought that this was one of the smallest losses for the Allied Forces.
The next morning, the Western Guard Camp of the Allied Forces was attacked by a 9th-level spell, "True Name Summoning - Earth Dragon". Three thousand soldiers who failed to evacuate in time were killed, and three mages died on the spot.
A three-kilometer-long earth dragon has thoroughly changed the appearance of the western camp, making it look like a thousand-gullied and winding riverbed.
In fact, various metal elements within hundreds of kilometers around were all condensed due to the solid magical web's power. The earth dragon actually buried the camp with various impure alloys.
On the fourth day at noon, Calon, the eastern stronghold of the Allied Forces, was attacked by a 9th-level spell, "True Name Summoning - Wind Dragon". All buildings, including the city walls, were swept into the sky and then smashed more than half of the port ships like meteors. The Allied Forces' transport fleet was left with only 60% of its original capacity.
By now, even the generals who didn't understand magic realized that Timothy still had at least one more 9th-level scroll in his hand, and it was the versatile "Water Dragon". Because under the premise of being able to produce three-element scrolls, the average cost of producing four-element scrolls is lower.
What made the generals even more fearful was that Carlon was the defensive gateway of Seipor City.
The Allied Commander-in-Chief, Prince Hughes, sent a formal letter to Joffre in a tone of inquiry, asking for a solution.
This humiliating way is extremely rare in the history of Saboga Kingdom for hundreds of years, and it also shows the tension of the generals.
It seems to them that things have already reached a point where they don't need to care about the faces of the law masters.
Once a country is destroyed and its people are annihilated, those with wizard identities will pat their buttocks and go to another country to become court wizards, they can't go to be wandering knights themselves.
They didn't know that Joy's fear was even greater.
He understood the significance of the four 9th-grade scrolls better than anyone else. They represented the leftover scraps, enough to make three or four more grade scrolls.
As a 7th-tier top magician, he had no confidence and was able to escape from the hands of a 10th-tier magician with only 4 scrolls.
Even if Timothy were killed in an assault, he could still kill himself before dying if he wanted to.
Jolene's mood was a mess.
A letter, like a feather, fluttered in through the window slit.
This is a common means of communication used by mages, which does not require knowledge of the opponent's location. As long as they are familiar with their special fluctuations in the demon web, they can use the flow of the demon web to deliver letters directly.
This method was invented by a 10th-level great magician many years ago and is widely used among high-ranking magicians on the continent.
Low-level mages who want to use it have many obstacles, and the primary problem is that the magical network energy is insufficient.
Jiayila grabbed it with one hand and tore it open in a rage, saying: "I want to see who dares to urge me again."
Only those above the rank of Red Robe can deliver imperial edicts.
In an instant, he calmed down at the sight of the handwriting.
Calmly terrifying.
There are only two lines of words in the letter: Five 4th-level skill scrolls, or else destroy Saboga City. Sincerely, Timothy.
