The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 911  Somebody Call 911

Even though Remi had created the swamp to spite Hawk and his giant anti water user fireball, the Demons were not the least bit upset about the battlefield conditions. It confused the skeletons, slowed their reinforcements, and if you knocked one backward into it, the creature took longer than usual to get back up, giving the warrior time to catch his or her breath.

[That spell takes too long. I want to do it again now. Karl, I need a thing like Remi has for more mana.] Hawk complained.

A piece of Jewellery with enough mana storage to let him double cast that spell was an absurd request. Even three items wouldn't be enough to fully replace his mana. But he could get back enough to not slow down his other attacks while he regenerated for a while.

[I will work on something for you once we're done with the undead. You might have more ideas with some practice.] Karl agreed.

He had a point, Hawk thought. The new fireball had just been invented, there might be room to improve it. Remi broke his concentration with a new idea. [You know, if I aimed {Thousand Year Flood} straight down, and then flew around the battlefield to clean up, that should make it rain about 3 centimetres a second for a hundred metres around me. I could be a rain goddess for the withered crops.]