Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 134: Get to It!

Chapter 134: Get to It!

The continuous sounds of "thud" echoed around.

Screams of agony followed as the chaotic rain of arrows claimed over a dozen unlucky souls.

The already panicked bandits descended into chaos.

Seeing that the timing was right, Matthew grabbed a scroll.

A swirling fireball tore through the red night sky, crashing into the bandit horde with a loud "boom."

The giant fireball exploded, releasing fiery serpents that twisted wildly.

The stench of burning flesh, mixed with the foul odor of the swamp, spread through the air.

"There's a spellcaster!"

Beverly's eyes widened in shock, and he shouted to warn his men.

Matthew glanced at him but had no intention of targeting him.

Last time, even with fifty fireballs raining down, he hadn't been able to stop the high-tier Shadowhunter Troll.

"Let's deal with the other bandits first!"

Hearing seven or eight delightful kill notifications, Matthew continued his onslaught against the other bandits.

Then, a scene that terrified the bandits unfolded.

One massive fireball after another flew in from the distance.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

The constant explosions drowned out Beverly's attempts to give orders.

They couldn't predict when the fireballs would rain down on them.

All they saw were fireballs exploding around them, engulfing and tearing apart the comrades they had known just moments before.

Under the threat of death, the bandits scattered in panic.

As the bandits fled, they fell right into Matthew's trap!

"The enemy's morale has collapsed. It's done!"

He slightly adjusted the trajectory of the fireballs, sending them flying toward the rear of the bandits along the road.

On both sides of the Misty Swamp's road lay deadly mud pits, stepping into them under the scarlet moonlight would be a death sentence.

Sure enough, the next few fireballs each claimed more than 15 bandits!

In just a few breaths, over a hundred bandits had fallen at Matthew's hands!

The terrifying carnage left Beverly, hiding among the reeds, filled with dread.

"Fireball? Impossible! No one can cast so many fireballs at once, not even a high-tier mage!"

"Could it be... an Arcanist?"

"No, if it were an Arcanist, they'd be using sixth-circle spells like Stinking Cloud or Chain Lightning, which would be even more devastating..."

"Could this spellcaster not be that powerful and is just using fireball scrolls?"

Thinking about the 100-gold-per-scroll fireballs, Beverly did a quick calculation and came to a suffocating conclusion.

"Spending tens of thousands of gold coins just to deal with a group of bandits?"

"What did we do to deserve this!"

The answer seemed absurd!

But when Beverly thought about the Thorn Merchant Caravan's extravagant construction of a temporary camp, it all fit with their money-throwing style...