Chapter 448
Chapter 448 Surrender
How much did Greem’s spells hurt?
Three fire spells at one hundred and fifty-five points beat on the body like a downpour. Even a golem crafted from magical alloy would have melted and been reduced to liquid metal in that kind of heat, not to mention that Sicha only had a body of flesh and blood.
Sicha had used various poisons to train and refine his body over the years. This training allowed him to form an invisible layer of force on the surface of his skin when he drew upon his magical powers. This sort of barrier was generated by a combination of life force and Spirit. It deflected all elemental, soul, poison, and curse-attribute magic damage. Of course, the person’s ability determined the damage reduction effect of the barrier.
Sicha was a veteran adept and could reduce about thirty to fifty percent of all incoming elementium damage.
Moreover, after all that refining, his body was as resilient as a top-grade magic resistant armor, even without the use of any other equipment. It was the most astounding trait of body-refining adepts!
They could endure an elementium adept’s barrage entirely and charge to the enemy’s side. After that, a single strike for them would end the battle. If the enemy didn’t have sufficient mobility spells, victory was guaranteed.
However, this only held true for ordinary adepts.
Even if Greem weren’t involved in the battle, Flandre alone would have no more than a twenty percent chance of winning against this wind dragon. Now that the wind dragon had synergized so well with that accursed Greem, Flandre knew his chances were slim.
No. This was no longer a matter of whether Flandre could win; it was a matter of whether the enemy would let him escape!
Flandre’s handsome face twisted into a wicked and distorted expression.
Goddamned elders. What kind of information did you provide me with!? Didn’t you say that I was only up against a fire adept that could temporarily possess the power of an elite adept! Where did this elite wind dragon come from?
……
Flandre’s expression shifted several times from the complex emotions he was feeling. Meanwhile, his desire to continue fighting was quickly falling.
He could clearly sense that Sicha was gravely wounded. The body-refining adept was now suffering and crying for help in a deep crater somewhere. The flock of red-eyed crows looking on from a distance had all disappeared now.
Was there still any meaning in continuing this fight now that both of his companions were down for the count?
Large beads of sweat emerged on Flandre’s forehead, and his expression was grim and painful.
Greem ordered the wind dragon ahead. Just a single step and the struggling Flandre promptly raised both of his arms.
“Surrender. I surrender. According to the Adept’s Code of Conduct, you may take every resource or item I have on me, but you may not harm me. I wish to be conferred the treatment of a prisoner of war.”
Gah.
That was a thing?
Greem had been thrown into a planar war the moment he advanced. Then he was engrossed in all sorts of errands after he returned, including a small skirmish he had to settle for the clan. He had never found the time to catch up on some of the less critical knowledge about adepts.
Consequently, Greem was stunned for a few seconds when faced with Flandre’s surrender.
He immediately gave the Chip an order to bring out the contents of the Adept’s Handbook and quickly look for information related to surrender and prisoners of war.
The Adept’s Handbook was a necessary item given out by the Zhentarim Association. Almost all adepts in the central area of the continent had to obey the rules written within. Even though much of the content could be ignored and disregarded in private settings, going against them in public was a bad idea. One would be pursued and hunted by the executors, who likely had too much time on their hands.
If this place was somewhere rural and far away, Greem only needed to be a little more, and he would have no problem, even if he killed an adept who surrendered. However, now Greem glanced at the clan apprentices who were huddled together and fearfully observing the battle from a distance. He then recalled the couple of hidden spiritual fluctuations he had sensed at the edge of the battlefield. In the end, Greem had no choice but to sigh and dispel his thoughts of killing the enemy and exacting his revenge.