Wang Xi chuckled and gave him a thumbs-up.
When he looked up again, he saw the old Warlock glaring at him with a frigid gaze.
"Royal Mage Corps, on my command, cast your spells in unison!"
Bertrand bellowed in a low voice.
The old man's voice sounded as if he had a ten-year-old wad of phlegm stuck in his throat, dragging out his words in a bizarre, quavering tone.
He raised his Magic Staff, like a commander's saber, and pointed it at Pinocchio's position.
More than twenty male and female Warlocks in deep blue robes raised their Magic Staffs in unison.
VMMMM—
All sorts of elements gathered at the tips of their staves—mostly earth and fire, with a few instances of wind and water.
The fluctuations of Magic Power kicked up a great gust of wind.
Instantly, a volley of Elemental Magic—Fireballs, boulders, Wind Blades, and Water Arrows—rained down, blanketing the area where Pinocchio stood.
