Alchemist Wizard

When Roy ascended the city wall, he found that Scarto City was indeed surrounded by a group of barbarian soldiers.

These centaur barbarians from the southern grasslands were all tall and robust, their physiques noticeably more imposing than those of the kingdom's citizens.

However, from a distance, their weapons appeared rather crude.

"They lack iron ore and have no means of smelting," Roy thought.

"But it seems like they truly have a nation of soldiers!"

Andov and the others were also observing.

The centaurs were naturally divided into clans of about a hundred, with their chieftains automatically becoming centurions during alliances.

Larger tribes had millenarians and decimillenarians.

What Roy and his companions saw from the city wall was a thousand-strong "Blood Mane Tribe," composed of several closely related clans.

"This is the tribe that produced a hero centuries ago. The famous Bloodmane Heavy Armor Infantry was once classified as an elite unit.

But over the centuries, their bloodline has significantly declined, and they haven't produced a heroic lord since!"

As Roy pondered, a tall and robust figure emerged from the military formation.

It was the leader of this force, a strikingly strong and beautiful brown female centaur.

She wore triangular iron armor, carried a quiver at her waist, a spear on her back, and held a massive iron bow in her hand.

"Cowards of the Nether Kingdom, come out and fight!" she shouted.

As she spoke, she drew her bow and shot an arrow.

With a whoosh, the arrow flew over a hundred paces and struck the kingdom's flag hanging on the city wall.

"Ho! Ho!" the tribal soldiers cheered, their morale greatly boosted.

The kingdom...

The kingdom remained unmoved.

Because there was no morale to begin with, truly like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

"This... this is Yanila of the Blood Mane Tribe!"

The city lord, who seemed to have minotaur ancestry, had to come to the city wall due to Roy and his companions.

Seeing this, he shrank back in fear.

Others in the kingdom army also recognized the figure and were equally astonished, feeling a slight sense of dread.

Seeing this, Roy asked, "Is this female centaur famous?"

Berly explained, "She is a descendant of the heroic Bloodmane King. At a young age, she has the strength of a Grand Knight, a talent even her father, the previous leader who died in battle years ago, did not possess.

If it were just that, she wouldn't be too troublesome, but she also has excellent archery skills and advanced combat techniques...

Even I would find her a headache."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Many present already had the strength of advanced knights. With resources like Roy's Blood Mercury, it wouldn't be difficult to elevate them to Grand Knights.

But these would only be Grand Knights on paper.

If they were to undergo rigorous training and participate in various battles for martial arts,

That would be impossible.

Plus, some things are innate; if you can't learn them, you never will.

Many wizardry spells don't have the range to match her archery skills!

As soon as he finished speaking, Yanila seemed to notice Roy and the others observing her from the battlements.

An arrow shot like a meteor, aiming straight for Roy's eye.

"What a wild mare! But I like her!" Roy's eyes gleamed.

Yanila's face wasn't beautiful, but from a sculptor's perspective, her figure was simply perfect.

She possessed the ideal female musculature, yet it didn't appear bulky at all. Her physique and body proportions almost perfectly adhered to the golden ratio.

Even though he sensed the incoming arrows, his gaze never wavered from the start.

Only at the last moment did the arrows seem to be deflected by an invisible force, swerving and embedding themselves into the stone wall behind!

Yanila, watching from a distance, quickly fired another volley of arrows.

Roy once again used his powerful Wizard-level Mental Strength to deflect them.

Yanila was startled.

She was now completely certain that what had just happened was no accident.

"It's a Wizard! It must be a Wizard of at least the official level!" an elderly tribesman exclaimed in horror.

"An apprentice wouldn't have such potent Sorcery!"

The intangible mental force was something that ordinary people couldn't comprehend.

Even the simplest telekinesis was enough to accomplish many things.

"All of you, follow me to the front lines, but don't intervene. Watch me handle them!" Roy commanded, to the astonishment of the native centaurs, as his body slowly floated out from the city wall, hovering in mid-air.

All the centaurs stared in awe, as if witnessing a deity descending.

...

"Who are you?" Yanila asked, a hint of shock on her face, but she still managed to challenge him.

As young as she was, she had only heard rumors about Wizards and had never actually seen one.

The elderly man beside her was already trembling: "Yanila, that's a Wizard!

This is bad, he's going to take action himself. We need to flee!"

Yanila was furious: "Coward, shut up! So what if he's a Wizard? I want to see if these Wizards are as powerful and terrifying as the rumors say!"

The other young warriors of the Blood Mane Tribe also showed eager expressions.

They were the bravest and strongest warriors in the tribe.

"Even if Wizards have a fearsome reputation, aren't they still mortal beings beneath the gods?

I just don't believe that with our strong and numerous troops, we can't handle these people!"

"Before, we heard how invincible the Kingdom Army was, but after a few raids, didn't we still crush them?"

"Hahaha, Uncle Borey, were you scared out of your wits before?"

The old man was desperate, tears welling up in his eyes.

"You must believe me, Wizards are not to be trifled with!"

"Shut up, the descendants of the Blood Mane Tribe are no cowards!"

As the centaurs spoke, Roy had already landed on the ground.

He walked slowly towards the centaurs.

"Yanila, no need to waste words with this old fool. Let me go and test him first!" a robust warrior from the tribe shouted.

Then he charged forward, leading a few guards in a direct assault on Roy.

When he was only twenty to thirty meters away from Roy, arrows rained down from behind, covering the area where Roy stood.

Around Roy, invisible mental forces stirred, like intangible ropes, deflecting all the arrows aimed at him.

Yanila and the others saw this and were slightly surprised, but they still didn't take it seriously.

Such a small trick wouldn't stop the descendants of the Blood Mane Tribe!

The tribal warrior charged forward, his spear thrusting towards Roy.

Roy seemed not to dodge or evade, but suddenly, a strand of his hair extended over ten meters behind him.

In the blink of an eye, the tribal warrior, driven by the powerful momentum of his charge, plunged headlong into it!

"Ah!"

He let out a scream, clutching his chest in disbelief, and was lifted up, dying on the spot!

His hair, as if alive, quivered slightly, rapidly absorbing the metal elements contained within the blood.