I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 423. Attack My Teammate!

Since Prince Joshua had appeared in the mine alone... Without a doubt, the Joshua in front of Gray's group was Char in disguise.

How could a monkey-like fellow like Char face them without full confidence ...

That guy was a soldier who had mastered Military Swordsmanship, a level 72 Grandmaster Swordsman, and a level 76 Frost Mage. If it was not for the lack of swordsmanship and magic exchange in Andaheim, it would not be a problem for him to join the Queen's guards with his qualifications.

It was better to leave it to Joshua to deal with such a tough opponent.

With the Prince's acting and speech skills, in addition to the three-step tactic that Char had taught him reminiscing the past to find resonance, talking about the future to draw-big pie, and thinking from another's perspective to owe a favor. Even if he could not convince Fycro in one go, he could at least escape unscathed.

Furthermore, Char's strategy was to teach according to one's aptitude. Against an epic-level NPC like Fycro, it was naturally better to cast a long line to catch the big fish and focus on psychological attacks.

As for himself, he was more suitable to fool this kind of one-time fool.

For example. this group of people in front of him... They only had the intelligence of a few geese.

"Prince... Your Highness?"

Gray's mouth was wide open when he saw Joshua, and his expression could not have been more interesting.

"I told you, how could His Highness the Prince leave!"

Eugene's heart was finally at ease. He was about to say a few more sarcastic words to Gray when he noticed that Prince Joshua's hands and feet were not in the anti-magic shackles.

He was stunned on the spot.

"Oh my, Lord of The Night, how did he do it?"

Before he could show his shock on his face, the other people who were originally lazy suddenly tensed up one by one.

The atmosphere did not seem right...

The magic power in the air was disappearing.

The perception tentacles that the mages relied on to survive were cut off one by one, and the magic power that was usually friendly to them was also like lead, not listening to them at all...

To the mages, they seemed to have fallen into a desperate situation!

However, this group of people were all pure mages!

What about the group of people behind Prince Joshua?

Should they not be wearing anti-magic shackles and looking like disabled people?

The answer was soon revealed.

A group of burly beast elf soldiers walked out from the shadows with clenched fists. There were at least a hundred of them!

Behind them were the prisoners in shackles, who should have been sitting on the ground obediently!

As the mage advisor, most of the 20 people that Gray brought were mages. Facing the sudden suppression of the barrier that was similar to the 'Domain of Silence', not only was their combat power greatly reduced, but they also lost their ability to think along with their combat power...

They were desperate and helpless, and they looked at the beast spirit like helpless young girls looking at a man walking towards them.

Gray reacted instantly. He was about to tear the scroll in his hand when he heard the Prince speak.

His voice was filled with pity and kindness.

"If I were you, I wouldn't ask for help."

Gray ignored him and gave him a disdainful look.

[If I don't ask for help, am-supposed to wait for death?]

He unhesitatingly tore the scroll in his hand.

The runes on the scroll lit up instantly. At the same time, an irresistible suction force was released from the scroll fragment. The nearby Gray was instantly sucked dry, and then the level 65 Elite Mages behind him...

Then, it was Eugene and his guards.

These people's levels were not high, they only fell to the ground with pale faces and weak limbs. They were far less miserable than the former.

This terrifying siphoning power was like a black hole, rapidly spreading out and engulfing the entire room.

All the magical metal props in the alchemy room lost their luster in an instant, and the smooth surface became pockmarked...

The lights of the equipment with energy supply went out, and the energy blocks also shattered and peeled off...

The magic lamp on the wall went out in an instant, and even the flashing patterns on the lamp were drawn away into glittering spots...

Char's disguise was immediately torn apart. Fortunately, he was holding the sword, and the suction force created a hole in it, preventing the tragedy of his mana pool being sucked dry...

As for the Beast Spirits...

Oh, they were completely fine.

After all, he was an idiot in magic.

As for the other prisoners, their magic power was locked in shackles, and they also survived the siphoning storm, just like animals in a flood that climbed up trees.

The suction force came and went quickly. Because it did not absorb enough mana, the mageweath on the goatskin scroll flickered and quickly dimmed. Then, it barely tore open a palm-sized portal, which only lasted for a few seconds before it closed with a plop.

Char's heart ached for him.

It was too tragic. In the later stages of the game, the epic-level escape scroll, which was sold to the mushroom men for 2000 gold coins, had ended up in such a state.

"Clap..."

Joshua's aide, Cecil, was the first to stand up and clap.

Then, there was a sparse applause, which gradually gathered.

Even Hessel, who was very dissatisfied with Char, had to give him a convinced look.

He really did it.

At the same time, after hearing the applause, a petite figure came out from under the Round Table that belonged to the Parliament upstairs. After tidying up her appearance, she walked into the crowd with light steps and cast a look at Char, asking for credit.

She seemed to be saying.

"Awesome, Your Majesty."

Char was not stingy with her praise, and she secretly flattered him.

Although these words sounded a little strange, Lucia still enjoyed them.

Now that things had developed to this point, Char's two-handed plan had both succeeded, so he had to pause for a while to organize the process.

The two-line operation seemed difficult, but it was also very simple.

Ever since the scroll in the mine flew back with the wrong information, Char's men had been divided into two teams. One team consisted of Prince Joe who stayed in the mine alone, desperately carving names and preparing lines to motivate Fycro and plant a seed in his heart.

Char knew very well that only Fycro could have been sent to investigate the mine.

From an objective point of view, only he had the ability to deal with this crisis. If others went, they would only be an extra meal for the little cutie.

From a subjective point of view, Gray hated Fycro and wanted him to be buried in the snake's stomach.

A noble person was like a mirror that could reflect the misdeeds of the despicable.

Gray wanted to break the mirror.

On the other hand, it was much more complicated than a verbal battle.

First of all, he had to confirm who the person who came to investigate was.

He should not have been able to answer this question, but ever since Char found out that the guard was Eugene, he was sure that it must have been Gray who came personally.

If it was a normal timeline, the quests provided by the enmity between the two would be enough for a player to raise one of their classes from 58 to 59.5.

Meanwhile, Gray was a classic magic genius who had become famous when he was still young. Anyone that he took a fancy to and brought along by his side was definitely a mage, and most of them were the type that didn't know how to train much. They would be useless once they lost their magic.

In other words, the main forces that came to investigate were pure mages.

This was even simpler!

Therefore, Char had the pavilion hide under the Round Table, and when Gray's group passed by, she activated the anti-magic trap.

The traps were arranged by the Queen in every temporary Palace, and only she knew how to activate them.

Then, after his most reliable power was sealed, Galia would definitely tear the escape scroll to pieces.

Everything was because of his disobedient behavior.

This guy knew nothing about the escape scroll in his hand.

Unlike the escape scroll that had been excavated from an ancient ruin, the one in his hand was made by Leonard after Prisilia had provided him with the materials and the original copy of the scroll.

Since it was made by Leonard, it had a special characteristic.

Even though he had used the best materials, he could only use his old profession for ink, the formula that Tully had clearly deduced.

After knowing the ink formula, Char could use the anti-magic trap to ban the mana in the scroll.

Then, when this temporary portal was formed, it would not hesitate to absorb the nearest magic power...

The twenty advanced mages suffered.

They were the most difficult opponents in this battle, but they were hit by Gray before they could even let out a fart...

It was really a tragic word.