A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 318 The Battle Begins

The other mages didn't care about this, since apart from those few heavily fortified strongholds, it didn't matter where they chose to go.

So nobody cared, but Coco clearly cared, so Harvey simply changed Coco's position with a stroke of his pen.

Does anyone have any further questions?

Harvey asked.

There was complete silence below; clearly, no one had any objections.

"That's all for now, meeting adjourned."

Harvey finished speaking and immediately ran away.

He didn't want to stay in this place for even a second longer.

Presiding over meetings of monks is truly a lot of trouble.

Even with Harvey's years of experience and honed skills in handling situations, he still couldn't satisfy everyone this time.

All I can say is that some groups are truly outrageous.

Fortunately, perhaps these hard times are about to end.

Harvey felt a surge of joy as he imagined the days after he was no longer mayor and didn't have to worry about these messy affairs.

"Mayor Harvey, please wait a moment."

Jiang Shuzhou stopped Harvey.

"What is it?"

Harvey asked.

"This isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere else to talk."

"it is good."

Harvey nodded, and then together with Jiang Shuzhou, they found a side hall to stay in.

"Now, can you tell me what it is?"

"Of course. Do you know why the Goddess of Magic Network stayed on Saint Martin Island and didn't leave?"

Jiang Shuzhou said.

"I don't know, maybe we didn't have time to leave?"

Harvey thought for a moment and then answered.

Jiang Shuzhou was speechless at this answer.

"Is it possible that the Goddess of Magic Network is also a mage?"

Jiang Shuzhou's reminder was like a revelation to Harvey; everything he couldn't understand before now became clear.

No wonder, no wonder.

Harvey immediately understood.

"You mean... Saint Martin is a trap?"

"You could say that."

Talking to smart people is so easy.

"What do you want to do?"

What do you think?

"You want us to join forces?"

"Of course, after all, who wouldn't like to get a smaller share of divine crystals?"

Harvey was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He joined.

After all, Jiang Shuzhou was right; it's better to share with fewer people than with more than twenty.

How many people have joined now?

"Not many, just seven."

Jiang Shuzhou said with a smile.

"By the way, you were the last one to join."

After Jiang Shuzhou finished speaking, he reached out and handed Harvey a contract.

"Since you already know, let's sign a confidentiality agreement first, just in case."

"After all, nobody knows what's really on Saint Martin Island."

"They need to sign this too? This doesn't seem like..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Shuzhou interrupted Harvey.

"It may not be a big deal, but not many people realize it, so this message has value."

"Besides, this isn't asking you to kill anyone, it's just about not saying a certain thing."

"So, are you going to sign or not?"

Harvey knew that the issue wasn't whether to sign or not, but whether he would join or not.

Even if Saint Martin is dangerous, many mages will probably still go there.

After all, the profits are too great.

When there is danger, small groups will naturally unite to resist it.

Harvey promptly signed a confidentiality agreement.

"Welcome, Venerable Harvey."

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"My God, why do you test us?"

At dawn, the believers began their prayers. A new day had begun; today might be their last.

Fiso was an ordinary soldier, born into a peasant family and a believer in a guardian deity since childhood.

To earn a living, Fiso joined the army and became a fighter defending his faith.

If asked whether there have been any changes, his answer is that there have been significant changes.

Before, nobody cared if someone died, but now they can get a pension if they die. Although most of it will be embezzled, at least there's still some money left, which is better than dying carelessly as a farmer.

He used to be an ordinary farmer who was oppressed; now, he's a lackey who oppresses farmers, but at least he's not being oppressed anymore.

Of course, the best thing would be for him to have enough to eat.

This is quite remarkable for someone born into a peasant family.

"Feso, chisel out two blocks of ice to melt the water."

The squad leader gave the order.

The ice created by the monks is the most important source of fresh water for these people.

After all, the logistics department is full of noble lords, so getting some water would be as difficult as climbing to heaven; it's probably hopeless.

Therefore, they have no choice but to rely on their own efforts.

Click click click.

The sound of the chisel striking the ice rang out, and with Fesso's effort, a large chunk of ice was dug off.

The sea surface was exposed.

Just then, a scarlet figure flashed past beneath the surface of the sea. Feso had just turned around and saw nothing.

"You little rascal, you were gone to get the ice for so long, I thought you'd fallen in there!"

The squad leader joked with a smile.

"How could that be? I would never make such a mistake."

"Haha, I wonder who it was that fell down on their first attempt to retrieve the ice, making us search frantically for them."

"That's all in the past, I'm not like that now."

Fesso waved his hand.

"Praise be to my God, it is you..."

While the water was boiling, everyone began to pray.

This is their daily ritual: praying to God.

I just don't know if God has heard their prayers.

However, they probably didn't hear it, otherwise God would have made them run away quickly.

In a dark corner, an infected person was hiding.

This is an assassin, the bone dagger in his hand gleaming with a chilling light.

It's not metal, but it's better than metal.

"Sigh, I just drank a sip of hot water, and..."

With a soft thud, a perfectly healthy head flew off; he was dead.

Soon after, these monsters began to appear all over the camp. With their powerful individual strength and sheer numbers, they began to slaughter the soldiers indiscriminately.

"Captain? Where are you all?"

Feso had only been gone for a short while, and when he returned, the entire camp was deserted.

Soon, he witnessed a scene he would never forget: everyone was dead, killed by the monster.

And then, it will be him.

An hour later, there was no living creature left in the entire camp.

Soon people from other camps came to check on the situation.

Then they saw a scene of devastation, with limbs and mutilated bodies everywhere, and no one in the entire camp had survived.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The mournful cries echoed throughout the camp.

Without a doubt, Jiang Shuzhou's Crimson Legion has begun its attack.

This time, Jiang Shuzhou gathered only the elite.

Almost all of them were low-level extraordinary beings, and there were even some mid-level extraordinary beings. In this situation, Jiang Shuzhou no longer needed to worry about the people below.

"Good heavens, it's still a tortoise shell."

At this moment, Jiang Shuzhou had reached node seven, but the result was different from what he had imagined. There was no priest and paladin joining forces to fight against the enemy; Jiang Shuzhou was fighting two heroes alone.

Unexpectedly, the two of them stubbornly refused to come out of the fulcrum.

The key is to stall, to defend.

"Come out here!"

"I'm not coming out. Come in if you dare!"