Intermediate Mage, Awesome!

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Fan looked at the top of the mountain. Dust was still lingering in the quarry and hindering their vision, making it impossible to see the demon creatures at the top.

"Seriously, can't you treat your lives more preciously? A few Bright-Colored Beasts are on their way down. Hurry up and figure out a plan or run for your lives," Mo Fan told the carefree Mages.

"Are you stirring up trouble here?" The foreman glared at Mo Fan.

I'm stirring up trouble? The quarry will soon turn into a slaughterhouse. What exactly are these guys thinking!?

"Damn it, look there yourself! Do you think those things that are running toward us are just some kind of rocks?" Mo Fan swore at them.

The Mages who were playing cards finally looked up the slope. A truck filled with ore was slowly moving up it.