Chapter 583: Wandering Giant

Chapter 583 -582: Wandering Giant

This spell was incredibly powerful.

First, most creatures lacked resistance to Force Field Damage. Unlike spells that dealt Elemental Damage, like Lightning Bolt, this one wouldn’t be rendered useless against a creature with the corresponding resistance.

Second was the spell’s Teleport characteristic.

In addition to damaging five enemies, the Caster could also Teleport to one of them. This made it quite versatile, whether for a single-target attack, area-of-effect damage, or specifically targeting an enemy Caster.

Witnessing the spell’s power, Colin couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear.

If that Ghost had unleashed the spell’s full potential back then, the five of them would have been much more severely injured.

Of course, even so, Colin didn’t think their party would have died at the Ghost’s hands.

They still had a huge stash of Potions left when the fight ended. Factoring those in, the battle would have undoubtedly turned into a war of attrition.

Although the Ghost’s spellcasting technique was far superior, their party had an overwhelming advantage in the sheer number of spells they could cast.

Once they exhausted their opponent’s Counterspells, Colin was confident he could eventually find an opportunity to control it.

And since monsters like Ghosts lack a physical form, they are much more fragile than other creatures. Once controlled, it would never have survived the party’s onslaught.

“The bags are packed. We’re ready to go, Mr. Colin,” Orelia’s voice called from nearby.

“Alright, let’s head out now,” Colin replied, shouldering his pack and falling in behind the group.

He put away his Spellbook, watching the dappled light shift slowly across the ground and stepping carefully to avoid tripping on tree roots.

For the first time in many days, Colin could finally, truly relax.

After studying the spells in the book, he could now be considered a Mage capable of using Tier Five Magic. Although he hadn’t spent much time conducting serious magical research in a Mage Tower, Colin’s Casting Ability was certainly quite impressive.

Though he hadn’t tried yet, he should now be able to use a Tier Five Magic spell once per day.

Besides, Kase had been right earlier; studying these spells had indeed taken quite a long time.

The main reason was that this was a spell developed thousands of years ago. Although its format was similar to modern spells, the fundamental differences were still vast. After all, the culture and writing of the Ancient Empire were almost completely lost to time.

Even when translating with the Fragmented Historical Lens, Colin had found it difficult to fully comprehend the spell’s content and structure, which meant he needed more time to learn it.

On top of that, buying the materials this time had cost him over four hundred Gold Coins.

The cost of the Magic Materials alone had basically wiped out Colin’s entire share of the profits from their last venture. But it couldn’t be helped. The higher the tier of the Magic, the more expensive the materials required. It was inevitable.

But considering the final reward, the cost had been well worth it.

Colin glanced at his Task Log.

The quest had been rated Level 13. ‘So, was that Ghost instructor stronger than the Aboleth?’

Just as Colin was thinking this, Dorn, who was walking ahead, called out, “Kase spotted several guys on horseback up ahead, wearing Armor! They look like they’re in a hurry and are heading this way.”

“Probably has nothing to do with us,” Colin said. “Let’s wait and see what the situation is. Tell Kase to keep an eye out for anyone else.”

The group walked a few more steps before the sound of hoofbeats reached them from up ahead.

Soon after, three figures on large horses charged toward them. They wore wide surcoats and old-fashioned Bucket Helmets. Judging by the CLANGING and JINGLING, they were likely wearing thick Long Chain Armor underneath their surcoats.

‘Ordinary people don’t dress like this,’ Colin thought. ‘Are they attendants for some noble?’

At that moment, one of the riders drew closer.

Upon seeing Colin and his party, he immediately reined in his horse and shouted, “Are you an Adventurer party? I have an urgent mission!”

“Stop messing around, Lute! We’re running out of time!”

“We should just go to the castle! At least we can gather more men there.”

The other two also pulled their horses to a stop, loudly scolding the one who had just spoken. However, one of them quickly took note of how Colin’s group was dressed and asked tentatively, “How difficult of a mission can your party handle?”

“Skip that,” Colin said. “What do you need us to do?”

“Some Giants suddenly attacked the manor! Our Lord Baron has already gone after them with a dozen or so men, but his men are definitely not enough to deal with those Giants. We’re the Baron’s Attendants. His Lordship sent us to the nearby castles to muster troops.”

The man spoke in a jumble due to his panic, and combined with his thick Northern accent, Colin had to strain to understand him.

“So how many Giants are there, exactly?” Kase asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.

An Attendant quickly replied, “Three Giants, each one as tall as a house! And they have two wolves with them, each as big as a horse!”

“Sirs, your weapons and armor look like they’re related to Magic, right? Can you handle monsters like that?” another Attendant asked. “If you can’t, you’d better take a detour. We need to hurry and notify the others.”

“What kind of Giants are they?” Colin asked.

But when he asked this, the Attendants’ expressions clearly shifted. They obviously took his question as a sign of weakness; a truly powerful Adventurer would have simply nodded and told them to lead the way.

Colin patiently repeated, “I’m asking what color their skin is. Bluish-white, or earthy brown?”

“E-Earthy brown,” one of them stammered.

‘Earthy brown. Those would be Hill Giants, then.’

They were the weakest type of Giant, and not very bright. The books described them as “oversized Ogres” that knew basically nothing except for eating.

Colin said, “We can handle them. Where are they?”

The Attendants exchanged a look.

The oldest one said, “Regardless, I’m heading back to the castle. You take them there.”

With that, he spurred his horse and galloped down the road, disappearing from sight in moments.

The remaining Attendant said to Colin’s party, “Please follow me, sirs.”

“If you find you can’t handle them, don’t force it. Those Giants are no joke,” the other one said.