Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard-Chapter 362

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After seizing leadership of the black wizards, Ian quickly took stock of his personnel.

Though there'd been no formal handover, he managed easily using records left by the deceased Brié.

'As expected...'

Ian confirmed his suspicions while examining Brié's records.

The black wizards had planned to attack Roxlan's army right as the battle began.

The more chaos escalated, the more black wizards smiled.

Their reason for attacking Roxlan was simple.

Roxlan had been fighting much better than expected.

At this rate, they might achieve victory without the black wizards' help.

To balance the scales, the wizards had planned to subtly strengthen Fargar's side.

But that plan had crumbled to dust.

Ian had executed Brié and seized leadership of the black wizards.

The black wizards obediently followed Ian's instructions.

...Because Ian had eliminated anyone who wouldn't comply.

Controlling others through fear.

This was Professor Demonite's method, not Ian's.

But it proved highly effective against black wizards.

Many black wizards were poorly educated.

Elite individuals with higher education could enjoy sufficient wealth and glory without learning black magic.

Black magic was the magic of the forsaken.

Consequently, black wizards tended to fixate on immediate power and fear.

Even knowing Ian was Count Francis's associate, they weren't particularly wary of him.

Rather than thinking, "A Roxlan wizard approaching us?" they thought:

"Lord Demius must be exceptional to have earned the future duke's trust!"

"Is this everyone?"

"Yes, Lord Demius."

Ian decided to deal with the black wizards exactly as Professor Demonite would.

He briefly considered whether there might be another way to use them.

But rather than risking variables with half-baked schemes, clean elimination was better.

Ian secretly "kidnapped" Maria, then summoned the black wizards.

"I've captured the Silverwind heir."

"!"

"If this woman disappears, Duke Fargar can attack Roxlan with peace of mind."

Ian had asked Maria to play along intuitively.

"This woman is the Silverwind heir!"

"Ohh!"

The black wizards were astonished.

They'd wondered what the high-ranking black wizard had been planning while undercover...

So he'd been scheming to kidnap an important figure!

Ian laughed like a black wizard(?) while threatening Maria.

"Haha. How do you feel now, Maria Silverwind?"

Your turn, Maria!

Show us how terrified you are!

When Ian removed the cloth covering Maria's mouth, she shouted energetically:

"I'm so... happy! Dear!"

"?"

Is that the right line? Maria?

Ian stared at her in disbelief.

But Maria boldly continued her performance.

"To be able to escape like this with my beloved!"

"...No, Maria."

"Hurry dear! Before the Duke's knights catch up to us!"

"..."

Feeling sparkling gazes upon him, Ian turned his head.

The black wizards were looking at Ian with eyes full of admiration!

One black wizard shouted:

"You've already brainwashed her!"

"..."

I didn't brainwash her.

Really.

"Kyahaha! Playing with an innocent maiden's heart!"

"As expected of Lord Demius!"

The black wizards naturally(?) assumed Ian had brainwashed Maria with black magic.

Otherwise, why would she cling to Ian with eyes so deeply in love!

"...When this is over, I'll teach you my magic too."

"We're honored, Lord Demius!"

Ian led the black wizards to the appointed location.

The place where he'd had soldiers lying in ambush.

"There they are! Open fire!"

The soldiers immediately showered the black wizards with arrows.

Maybe a high-ranking black wizard with exceptional skills could have defended himself.

But black wizards of disposable quality had no talent for blocking incoming arrows.

The ability to block arrows was a highly advanced skill.

"Gack! Gack!"

"What the hell! Who are they!"

"It's an ambush!"

Black wizards who knew how to use weapons hastily pulled out hatchets and the like.

But most became arrow cushions and died.

Those who belatedly tried to respond with magic met their end at Ian's blade.

"Demius! You...!"

The black wizards cried out in shock.

"You were a traitor!"

"That's right. Go repent in heaven, kids."

"You son of a—!"

Ian swung Anor-lsil, cutting down the black wizards.

Even a novice swordsman like Ian could manage backstabbing.

Dozens of corpses appeared in an instant.

"Thank you for your work, Sir."

"Not at all! It was an honor to serve you, Sir Wizard!"

Ian patted the Roxlan knight's shoulder.

With this, most of the black wizards had been eliminated.

A few might have survived, but they couldn't execute the operation anymore, so they could be ignored.

Ian reported this to Count Francis.

"You've finished just in time."

"Just in time... you mean Fargar's army is moving?"

The Count nodded.

"They've started moving again."

***

Armies naturally move slowly.

It's not one or two people moving, but thousands simultaneously.

Just counting soldiers, there were thousands.

Add servants and slaves handling menial tasks, and the number grows much larger.

The procession of people was visible even from a great distance.

"Fargar is provoking us, Sir."

Sir Pyrak observed the battlefield as he spoke.

After confirming Roxlan's forward positioning, Fargar had briefly halted movement.

They'd paused in case Roxlan might charge at them.

But the waiting was over.

Having confirmed that Roxlan's objective was to buy time, Fargar resumed the advance.

"Will you respond?"

"We must."

Fargar would have already completed battle preparations.

Though they appeared to be marching unguarded—

If Roxlan charged, they would instantly form battle formations.

That's why they had briefly hesitated earlier.

But even knowing this, Roxlan had to move.

If left alone, Fargar would occupy the high ground without shedding a drop of blood.

That would make the situation even more troublesome.

"Advance!"

At Sir Pyrak's command, Roxlan's army slowly began to advance.

A dry wind wrapped around the battlefield.

This wasn't the usual WWE match.

This was the first large-scale battle since the initial clash between Fargar and Roxlan.

Today, many would die.

Ian also moved to support the battle.

"Sir Pyrak."

Ian approached Sir Pyrak, the commander, and said:

"Regarding magical support..."

"It's not urgent at the moment."

On the battlefield, wizards have two main roles.

First: Raining magic down on the enemy's heads.

Second: Disrupting enemy wizards' magic.

Generally, wizards focus more on disrupting enemy magic.

After all... not many wizards enjoy unleashing mass destruction magic.

It's a matter of life and death.

A large-scale fire spell could burn countless enemies to death—

But the fire wizard who must burn people would experience extreme psychological stress.

Therefore, wizards focus more on disrupting enemy magic rather than actively launching magical attacks.

"Instead, I'd like you to block enemy pursuit when we retreat."

Sir Pyrak anticipated that Roxlan would retreat first.

They were inferior in both numbers and quality of soldiers.

The wizards nodded.

"Leave it to us."

Normal retreats typically result in heavy casualties, but with wizards helping, the story changes.

"Then I'll head out as well."

Sir Pyrak was slightly concerned about the wizard going to the front, but he didn't stop Ian.

"See you again this evening, then."

Ian shook hands with Sir Pyrak, then went to find Belenka's banner.

That's where Ian's army was—Belenka, Sabui, and the bandits.

"You're here, Ian?"

Belenka welcomed Ian naturally.

Though her face wasn't visible beneath her helmet, she was probably smiling.

With Ian joining them, she would feel more confident.

"You didn't need to come fight."

"I came precisely because I don't need to fight."

"Haha. That's true enough."

The objective of this battle was to hinder the enemy's advance.

They just needed to fight adequately and then retreat when magical support was withdrawn.

Roxlan had no intention of fighting to the death.

Time was on Roxlan's side.

Therefore, Ian also aimed to save as many soldiers as possible.

His shadow magic could be used to protect their soldiers.

"See that banner?"

Belenka pointed to a prominently raised flag.

"That's Duke Fargar's banner."

"Oh. It looks different up close."

Ian stared at the Duke's banner and felt something was off.

The Duke's banner was... much larger than expected.

"Belenka. Do they normally make command flags especially large?"

"They do make them larger, but that's..."

Ian and Belenka fell silent almost simultaneously.

The Duke's banner wasn't simply large.

It was just... much closer than the others!

"Belenka! That thing's coming toward us?!"

"Duke Fargar is a madman."

Indeed.

Duke Fargar's unit was an overwhelming vanguard.

No, it would be more accurate to say they were protruding as if asking to be ambushed!

"It's the Duke!"

"Capture the Duke—!"

As the Duke's banner approached, Roxlan's units began rushing out one after another.

If they could just break that banner, the war would be over!

But soon something astonishing happened.

The units charging toward Duke Fargar collapsed at an incredible speed.

Ian was genuinely impressed.

Duke Fargar was...

A man of such tremendous strength that calling him the medieval version of Xiang Yu was no exaggeration.

"This guy's a fucking maniac?"

"Not just any maniac."

After instantly grinding through Roxlan's units, Duke Fargar, joined by his following army, charged forward like a wedge.

Straight toward Ian's unit.

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