When a small bottle of magic materials drawn in an arc was about to fall rapidly, a nearly invisible magical light suddenly appeared, wrapping the bottle and suspending it in mid-air with a slight trembling.

Such exquisite spell control ability, the drow wizard was secretly happy.

She had come into contact with many battle mages in the Kingdom of Cormyr, but she had never seen anyone who could cast a simple transformation spell so skillfully.

The battle mage slowly and carefully imitated the drow wizard's gestures and pronunciations.

A ball of pungent venom of the same size burst out from the elegant fingertips of the half-elf captive.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-curdling roar came from behind the mage.

The venom splashed on the palm of an orc guard holding a scimitar, like black ink spilled on a parchment scroll. It started from the orc's gray palm and spread to his entire arm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Pfft!"

The orc guard endured the bone-eroding pain, handed the scimitar to his left hand, and chopped off his right hand cleanly, successfully stopping the spread of the poison.

This battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr not only showed talent as a spellcaster, but also had a cunning and cold mind. The drow wizard Jolana showed a gloating smile.

Hoping that his other abilities were as outstanding as his magical talent, she looked at the half-elf captive greedily, her gorgeous face twisted with a smile.

"What's your name?" she asked curiously.

"Brian." The half-elf captive looked at her, his deep eyes surprisingly calm.

"very good."

The drow wizard didn't pay attention to the half-elf's rude gaze, because she suddenly realized that she actually enjoyed his gritted teeth against her, but helpless expression.
Chapter completed!