The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 951: Thunderstorm

Finding a random reason to create a massive thunderstorm over the area was no easy feat. Someone would definitely notice, and the Shamans might panic when the weather started to change.

Especially as [Thunderstorm] was technically an offensive spell.

”Hey, since everyone wants water, why donʼt I make it rain? The shamans have things pretty well in balance now, so it shouldnʼt take much for me to cause a rainstorm and get everyone a single dose of rainfall.” Karl offered.

”I will take rain just for the sake of rinsing Ragnar off. Heʼs getting a bit ripe out here in the sun.” One of the Dwarves joked.

The nearby vendors laughed. ”Give us time to put up an awning if youʼre going to make it rain.”

Karl nodded. ”In that case, you have five minutes. After that, expect to get wet. This city does have drainage, right?”

The Dwarves smirked. ”A Dwarven city without drainage? What do you think of us?”

Karl began building power and moving it into the storage items that he had.

{Why are we making it rain?} Dana whispered.

{Rae needs cover for something that sheʼs doing, and she requested it.}

{You know that youʼre the one in charge, right?}

{Do you want to deal with sulky Rae if we make her stop torturing someone for information?}

{Pardon? Why is she torturing anyone?}

{Forget I said anything.}

”Alright folks, Iʼm about to start forming the storm. It will take a few minutes to start raining, as Iʼm going to try to get the farms in on the goodness as well.” Karl announced, deliberately ignoring Danaʼs look that said the conversation was not over.

Remi didnʼt come out, she just joined in the spell to add more mana to it and help shape the outcome, so the spell became a much less dangerous storm over a truly massive area.

The really hard part would be to have the lightning not take out livestock, small children and unfortunate farmers.

Karl focused on just eliminating all the Dwarves, Beastkin and Trolls from the spellʼs targets, but making it that broad was an issue. So, he changed the tactic to make it target Stone Rats and other rodent species that were not beastkin.

That gave the lightning something to target, without going after all the livestock.

The spell spread rapidly through the region, stretching for dozens of kilometres, then sixty, eighty and finally a hundred. At that point, it was close to the horizon from ground level. That should be more than enough spectacle to keep the locals talking about everything but whatever Rae was up to.

The news was spreading quickly through the market, that there was someone here who specialized in large-scale water magic. So everyone was getting ready for the rain.

For some, that meant packing up. For others, it was just an awning over their stall. But for many of the Dwarves and the beastkin men, it meant taking their shirts off in preparation for the incoming free shower.

Water was precious here, so very little was used for washing, and a full on shower was rare.

The news was spreading quickly, as most people in the Dragon Isles had system messaging active for at least one person in their family. That warned everyone to check that their eaves troughs were clear and to get rain barrels out to collect whatever fell on their roof.

They only got used a few days a year, but nobody wanted to miss out on the bounty of the sudden storm.

The rain began as a few heavy drops, just a scattered bit of moisture that splattered in the dust of the city streets. Then, over the next ten seconds, it increased to a steady drizzle.

For a moment, the city celebrated. Even a drizzle over the whole area was as much as they had seen in months.

Then, the rain began to increase, going from a drizzle to a downpour and the wind began to pick up.

The downpour turned to torrential rain, and the shirtless Dwarf who bought the [Flooded Canals] statue began to laugh.

”So thatʼs why you asked if the city had drainage, you were planning to flood it. But the jokes on you. There is a cistern under the city, from the glory days when we still had regular rainfall. All along the city walls and the low spots, there are drains running to the cistern.” He explained between heavy guffaws.

The rain seemed to be falling in sheets, making it impossible not to be drenched the instant that you stepped outside, but the ladies were safe within the booth.

Correction. Most of the ladies. Lotus was dancing in the street with the Dwarves.

Then a massive bolt of lightning struck down at the edge of the market, causing an explosion of stone, and screaming from the nearby shoppers.

”Oh, bad luck that. Canʼt have a thunderstorm without a bit of lightning.” One of the Dwarves shouted over the chaos.

While that was true of a normal storm, this was a magical effect. For someone to be so specifically targeted by the lightning at full strength, they had to have identified themselves as a threat to Karlʼs group.

Then another strike hit down on the exact same spot, and the locals began to suspect that the scorched and twisted form at the impact site might have had it coming.

That was an Overlord Ranked lightning blast, and he had taken two of them in under five seconds.

Then he took a third, and an amulet hidden under his clothes exploded in a puff of unholy magic, the sort that the Necromancers used. The lingering miasma had a stench of rot, not demons.

A spy from Bomgon was in their midst, and he had been trying to do something to stop it from raining.

At least, that was the immediate reaction of the locals standing nearby. The amulet was all the evidence that they needed after the repeated Lightning strikes.

But the rain was continuing to increase, and half the men in the market had stripped to their skivvies and brought out soap.

A free shower in the desert was a free shower, and they werenʼt going to miss out on it. Even if this rain was harder than any shower that they had ever experienced.