The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard

The first thing Turan thought of when seeing a dwarf directly was a mole.

Eyes half-crushed as if proving their blindness, sharply protruding nose and front teeth, sturdy muscular build covered in thick hair all over.

These ugly beings emerged from all directions, pointed the threatening magical devices they had seen in the illusion earlier at the Arabion army, and shouted.

Given that no magical power was felt in the holy relic's senses, they probably weren't real magical devices.

"Kill humans! Crush them-!"

["Crush theeeem!"]

Along with the dwarves' characteristic crushed pronunciation, there was a hissing sound of escaping air as countless metal fragments rained down on Arabion's army.

However, unlike the previous completely unexpected ambush, they had now experienced what this meant.

They each covered themselves with defensive magical devices or ducked for cover.

"Ugh!"

"Are you alright?"

"Not enough to die!"

Only two or three casualties, with about twice as many wounded.

Turan, at the front, activated his Guardian magical device, taking five or six metal fragments while gauging their power.

'At this level... it would hurt quite a bit if hit directly.'

When you take a hit, you should return it in kind.

Now Arabion's army began counterattacking with magic.

First, white lightning extended from Meisa's hands at the front, enveloping the dwarves.

["Kyarararak-!"]

"Humans! Humans!"

Only those at the edges of the magic's range screamed.

The dwarves at the center had already been burned to death without making a sound.

Considering their bodies weren't even affected by ordinary knights' magic, one could imagine how powerful the lightning just now had been.

If she had weakened the power to spread it out, she probably could have wiped out thousands of ordinary humans in one strike.

Following her, Arabion's nobles and nobles of other bloodlines also attacked the dwarves using powers suited to their aptitudes.

"Kill them all-!"

"Filthy mole bastards!"

Fire, lightning, light, ice spikes and rocks poured from all directions, intersecting with the continuously fired metal fragments.

The dark elves, who had led Arabion's army here, also joined the battle.

A dark elf male, taller and more slender than his kin.

Judging by the silver crown on his forehead, he must be the self-proclaimed Undead King.

"It's the Undead King!"

"Lady Meisa!"

Responding to someone's cry, Meisa immediately struck lightning at the Undead King, but over ten undead appeared in front of him and took the hit while burning their bodies.

Then he brought out beast and human-shaped undead one after another to overwhelm Meisa, their numbers and power on a completely different level from the necromancer Turan had fought before.

The other necromancers also summoned their undead and charged them at the human army.

Perhaps because most were born from Arabion's wizards, all the human-shaped undead were wrapped in lightning and wind.

[Kill-them-all-!]

"Block them!"

As the undead charged at the nobles in groups of over ten each with their characteristically strange echoing voices, knights blocked their path to buy time.

While chaos erupted as the two forces entangled, Turan used the holy relic's sense to precisely identify the necromancers.

'First target is... that one.'

A stone that had been sufficiently charged with magical power by rotating it several times cut through the battlefield and precisely sniped one necromancer's head.

Like the necromancer he had fought before, this one had undead wrapped around his body, but unlike before, Turan's stone easily pierced through and instantly crushed his head.

It was due to the difference in the amount of magical power loaded.

After smoothly crushing the heads of the second and third while under the knights' protection, Turan took out more stones from the large-capacity pouch.

Having put plenty of stones shaped into eggs using earth transformation magic, he wouldn't have to worry about running out of stones anytime soon.

[Kaooooo!]

Just then, three beast-shaped undead suddenly surged up from the side targeting him.

Had they noticed his continued sniping?

Turan immediately raised his thought speed and stabbed his sword into the head of one that looked like a bear.

[Keeung-!]

Though physical attacks weren't very effective against undead, it writhed in apparent pain and rolled on the ground.

He could see the undead's magical structure collapsing where the sword had stabbed.

While he would have liked to satisfy his curiosity about how this was possible if he had more time, being in battle, Turan immediately created fire and reduced it to ashes.

Then he threw another stone at the necromancer who had sent them, crushing their head.

"Crush theeeem!"

With no time to catch his breath after killing another one, this time the dwarves who had been shooting magical devices from afar charged in.

Seven in total.

Despite their small stature compared to humans and bizarre appearance, they charged at incredible speed that didn't match their seemingly sluggish bodies, swinging spears in their hands.

More precisely, they weren't spears but blades attached to the magical devices that had been shooting metal fragments.

"Kkeek!"

An ordinary noble would retreat in this situation and use knights as shields while casting magic, but Turan had a well-trained body, strong magical power, and combat skills.

He easily dodged the first attacker's strike while crushing their head with a kick, cut the second's throat with his sword, and smashed the crown of the third who came close with his elbow.

During this time, they also stabbed his back and sides, but thanks to the Guardian magical device, they only left light scratches.

"Hard?"

"Human... not pierce..."

Wondering why their attacks weren't working, the dwarves muttered in clumsy speech before getting hit one by one by sword and fist and being reduced to pulp.

The last one held a slightly different-looking magical device, from which flames suddenly erupted.

"Ugh!"

Turan quickly raised the Guardian magical device's power while thrusting his sword through the flames to pierce the dwarf's head.

It was quite hot - without the flame resistance ring, he probably would have gotten light burns.

'What could these be, having such power without containing any magical power... This could have been dangerous in the past. Are these really magical devices?'

He could one-sidedly kill them like this because the current him was among the strongest even among nobles, but it would have been dangerous before meeting Asiz.

Proving this fact, a young noble rolled with a loud bang.

"Young master! Young master! Are you alright?"

"Huk..."

Whatever he had been hit with, the noble's chest was caved in as if his ribs had been crushed.

Looking over, he saw what appeared to be a larger version of the magical devices the dwarves had been using.

He quickly created and shot several fireballs, causing steam to erupt from the device with a boom, enveloping the dwarves.

"Kaaaaa!"

"Hot!"

Looking toward the fallen noble from earlier, surprisingly, he was healing his own injuries.

Shouldn't a noble of the healer bloodline be protected at the very back of the formation?

Looking around with this thought, Turan realized the formation had long since collapsed.

'Well, without someone commanding... Even I got caught up in the battlefield and moved around on my own.'

The commander Meisa was engaged with the Undead King, and the vice-commander Kadram was also tied up with three quite powerful necromancers.

Naturally, Arabion's army was fighting haphazardly, entangled with the dwarf and dark elf forces without anyone commanding them.

Of course, this didn't mean the battle situation was unfavorable.

Most of the enemy forces, including dark elves and dwarves, were already being swept away, and few necromancers remained.

Then, an enormous flash of lightning struck from afar, signaling the end of the battle.

==

"Whew..."

Unlike other nobles who simply swung their bloodline abilities recklessly, Meisa Arabion fought using various types of magic befitting her genius.

She eliminated ordinary dark elves trying to flank her by instantly creating stone spikes through earth transformation.

When dwarves approached, she clapped her hands to amplify sound and attack their sensitive hearing, and when large undead attacked, she slightly floated herself and dodged using wind.

All while continuously striking necromancers with lightning to wear down their defenses.