The College Of Magic

While Archer was clearing the north, the emperor told all colleges and academies in the empire to put a hold on classes due to an upcoming holiday he was going to announce.

The celebration marked their triumph in the continent-wide war, a victory solely achieved by Archer as he traveled from kingdom to kingdom and destroyed them.

As some students unwound and relaxed, while some were waiting for the festival to begin, a select few were granted permission to venture into one of the college’s dungeons.

When the first group of students and professors entered, they wandered from level to level killing any creatures that appeared.

Eventually, they were met with resistance as more beasts appeared and pushed them back to the first level due to the amount.

They had to retreat from the dungeon to alert the headmistress about the danger as the professor realized that a Beast Wave was starting.

After Ophelia was told she ordered the mercenary companies the college hired to put the wave down and make sure none of the students were hurt.

The hired soldiers put up a good fight but couldn’t stem the tide until an unlikely group got involved and tipped the scales.

A group of princes and princesses from allied kingdoms joined the fight, they wanted to help the college while the rest of the students were locked in their dorms.

Thanks to their timely intervention they managed to push the beasts back, so the damage would be minimal and the mercenaries wouldn’t lose too many.

That was when Nala led a group of students who attacked the beasts from the side and took some of the pressure off the mercenaries and professors.

Anticipating the impending clash, the lion girl unsheathed her sword, its blade refracting and dispersing the sunlight.

As the horde of goblins, orcs, and trolls drew nearer, a profound hunger gleamed in their eyes.

Nala’s sword moved with fluid precision, a deadly display of steel that propelled her into a direct confrontation with the beasts.

Every swing of her blade was a cunning strike that ended her target’s life. The creatures fell swiftly, their twisted forms were no match for her unwavering skill.

Her movements were swift and well-practiced, a graceful yet lethal ballet of swordplay that left a trail of devastation in her wake.

The beasts, unable to match her speed and precision, were cut down one by one. Nala danced around the battlefield and slew many beasts.

On the other side of the battlefield, some of the mercenaries found themselves overwhelmed by a group of towering trolls and Warrior Orcs, their massive forms threatening to crush the defenders.

The snake princess Halime saw what was happening outside and went out to help as she hated Orcs and Goblins.

She looked around and saw some trolls about to overwhelm the defenders so she stepped back, her yellow snake eyes narrowing with concentration as she started casting a spell.

Her fingers danced through the air as she cast her poison magic. A sinister, green energy surged from her fingertips, forming into deadly Acid Blasts.

That’s when she unleashed the spell on the trolls. The acidic spheres streaked through the battlefield.

When her Acid Blasts struck their targets with a sizzling ferocity, splattering corrosive poison across the trolls.

The creatures bellowed in agony, their thick hide sizzling and melting under the corrosive assault.

Weakened and writhing, the trolls stumbled backward, disoriented and vulnerable. The mercenaries, now with a respite, seized the opportunity and counterattacked.

Halime’s poison magic had turned the tide of the battle, proving to be a formidable asset in their struggle against the trolls.

While that battle was going on, a girl with lilac-colored hair blocked a troll’s attack with a massive shield that easily deflected the wooden club.

She was defending a rabbit girl who was fighting the beasts but the girl rushed from behind her and leaped over with a spear as she thrust it at the troll’s head while laughing.

When the spear connected with the troll’s head it exploded into pieces but suddenly a dark magic spell flew toward her.

However, the girl with the shield swiftly intercepted the attack, positioning herself in the path of the thrust.

As she defended against the oncoming strike, she spoke with a hint of exasperation, her breath coming out in heavy, labored breaths. “Get your head in the fight, Eveline!”

The rabbit girl named Eveline turned with a big smile before speaking. ”Aurelia. I’m fine, I have you here defending me.”

Eveline smiled as she lunged at the Goblin Shaman while dodging even more of its evil dark magic that flew toward her.

As she closed the distance, her incredible speed caused her to vanish before the goblin’s eyes while she ran.

Eveline’s sudden disappearance left the creature utterly stunned, its expression a bewildering mix of shock and confusion.

Moments later, the shaman’s head exploded thanks to her speed and strength. She continued fighting alongside Aurelia.

As those two fought an orange-haired girl called Maeve whom Archer met before he went to the Nether Realm was fighting with a group of Orc Warriors.

The Avaloch Princess was a skilled warrior who found herself locked in combat with a group of formidable orc warriors.

Their crude yet effective tactics made them formidable opponents, and for a time, the battle seemed to be at a tense standstill.

Maeve fought with unwavering resolve, her blade clashing with the orc chieftain’s axe. She parried, dodged, and countered their relentless assaults with impressive agility.

However, the orc warriors were relentless and powerful, their brute strength matched only by their hunger.

Just when it seemed the odds were stacked against Maeve, a sudden shift in the battlefield occurred as the already cold weather got even colder.

Out of nowhere, a beautiful girl materialized, seemingly born from the chill of winter as she appeared behind the Orcs.

Her name is Apollonia the princess of the Nordvania Kingdom in the far north, with striking white skin and flowing pink hair, exuding an aura of powerful ice magic.

With a wave of her hand, she unleashed a blast of frigid energy. Icy tendrils and frost engulfed the orc warriors, freezing them in their tracks. 𝑖𝘦.𝑐𝘰𝘮

Their weapons became encased in ice, rendering them unable to move. Maeve, sensing an opportunity, capitalized on the opening.

With a swift, well-aimed strike, she defeated the orc chieftain, sending him sprawling to the ground as the battle continued.

The tide of the battle had turned against the defenders, with more beasts appearing out of the entrance that pressed forward relentlessly.

But just when it seemed all hope was lost, a gust of wind heralded the arrival of Samara, a fearsome warrior with her dual-bladed sword gleaming in the dim light.

With a fierce battle cry, she leaped into the midst of the orc warriors, her blades moving with astonishing speed and precision.

In a whirlwind of slashes and parries, she cut down several of the beasts, leaving them sprawled and defeated.

Meanwhile, the headmistress Ophelia Blackfire, a powerful witch, stood a few paces behind Samara and took in the chaotic scene before she cast her magic.

Her hands crackled with energy as she unleashed a barrage of mana blasts at the remaining orc warriors.

Projectiles shot from her fingertips, striking the orcs with devastating force, sending them reeling and scattering in disarray.

Samara’s deadly swordsmanship combined with Ophelia’s formidable magic swiftly shifted the tide of the battle.

The orc warriors, who had been advancing relentlessly, suddenly found themselves in chaos, their ranks decimated.

Reinvigorated by the arrival of Samara and Ophelia, the defenders rallied and fought back with newfound determination.

But soon everyone saw the emperor’s strongest warrior Thorin Ashguard appear in the sky and dive into the horde of beasts.

He started taking out dozens of monsters as the Avalon army appeared and mowed down all the beasts.

By the time the Beast Wave was under control the college grounds were ruined and the bodies of the mercenaries were all over the place.

Healing mages tended to the injured mercenaries, students, and professors. Half the soldiers rushed into the dungeon to clear it.

While they were doing that the girls who fought the wave were told to go rest until they were brought food.

Each one walked back to the dorms before Ophelia walked over to Thorin who was storing beast bodies in his storage rings.

The witch spoke. ”Thank you for your assistance Thorin.”

When the man heard her he turned around with a smile before speaking. ”Well, it couldn’t be helped. The world’s mana has been going crazy like something bothering it.”

Ophelia nodded her head before she told him her theory. ”I think it has to do with those creatures that attacked the capital. Ever since they appeared the Crownlands weather has been strange.”

Thorin agreed as he finished taking bodies before answering. ”Yes, there have been reports of villages and coastal towns have been attacked by the beasts.”

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