The mist in the Cobb Forest is always around the world. Even if the sun is in full, the fog in the forest will still reduce visibility to within three or four hundred meters on the afternoon when the temperature is at its highest daily temperature.

So for Francis, who was frightened and fleeing, he could no longer tell the difference between east, west, south and north after running two or three kilometers at this time.

Here, the originally dazzling sunshine above the head is completely blocked by lush trees and fog. When walking in it, the brightness of the surrounding environment is like the evening when the sun is about to set on weekdays. In this case, the insects and birds in the forest will become more noisy, and sometimes it will make people feel a little...harsh.

Francis was extremely anxious at this time.

As the eldest son of the duke and the descendant of the largest noble in the Iversa Territory, his living conditions from childhood to adulthood have always been rich - soft beds, warm fireplaces in winter, every meal that is exquisite and nutritious, and excellent education... So for many years, he has not suffered much. Apart from staying in the farmhouse when patrolling the border, he has never survived in the wild at all. Therefore, in terms of the ability to "survive in the wild", he is not even as good as a mercenary who is just starting out.

And with such a growth experience, it is no surprise that he is lost in the forest.

His eyes stared ahead, the dim forest had become a terrifying hell in Francis' eyes that he had never imagined - his breathing was rapid, his wand was soaked with sweat in his palms, and the war horse under his crotch was so tired that he could no longer run. The various sounds from his ears made him tense and unable to relax...

Miscalculated!

Francis wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, the sound of his heartbeat was clearly audible, and his mind was even more messy - he never expected that Sally could have such a powerful backhand!

No wonder she ran to the west gate regardless of everything. It turned out that this cunning sister had already planned everything...

After turning back and confirming that no pursuers appeared, Francis took a deep breath and relaxed a little, but he still raised his wand with lingering fear, allowing the elements of the "ice shield" beside him to continue to condense.

The resentment and resentment accumulated in his heart along the way finally erupted at this moment. He couldn't help but whine: "Wait, I must let you die without a place to die!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt his hair stand upright in an instant... Just as he was about to look up, the "ice shield" beside him exploded with a "click"!

The ice shield was originally hidden in the air and only appeared when attacked. But at this moment, Francis opened his eyes wide and looked straight at the shield on the left, showing a large white crack...

The radius of the pattern spreading like a spider web was one meter. Looking closely, he saw a long arrow nailed to the outside of the shield!

And during this stunned moment, a phantom flashed again in the dim forest.

In the field of vision, the second arrow shot through the head of the military horse under his crotch. The horse that was originally moving forward immediately fell forward. Francis leaned forward uncontrollably. The next moment, the third arrow shattered the ice shield with a "crack" and could no longer maintain the ice shield...

The arrow struck the back of his head and cut a three-centimeter-long hole.

If the shield hadn't caused the arrow to deflect a little when it shattered, Francis' head would have been pierced!

"thump!"

Francis, who fell to the ground, did not care about his cold sweat and immediately turned over and rolled out from the corpse of the war horse. With a sudden wave of the magic wand in his hand, he released the second "ice shield", and then rolled and crawled towards a big tree on the side.

And in just over a second, the shield he had just cast was hit again with a "click". However, this time the arrow was slid away by the shield, leaving only a white scratch on it - the long arrow was nailed to the trunk next to it, which scared Francis almost stopped his heart.

His escape in a panic can be called "fly" for the noble "elemental master", but Francis didn't have time to maintain any kindness at this time. He only knew that if he was one step slower, the consequence would be that his life would be lost!

Because no matter how dull he is in his mind, he still understands who the precise arrow is from...

That damn scout who always disrupted his plan!

"Roddy! You actually attacked me?! You are plotting against me! You are-"

"Bang!"

The arrow almost stroked Francis' ears, and the arrow splashed his face with fragments wrapped in tree bark, directly interrupting his incoherent nonsense.

"This scum...this bastard..."

The speed of magic gathering increased. Francis cursed while trying his best to restore the form of the "ice shield". Anger and fear were mixed in his heart, but he didn't know which one would occupy more.

Before meeting Roddy, Francis simply did not believe that the power of arrows could penetrate the "ice shield" - unlike plate armor, the mail, the magic shield has extremely high defense ability for this long-range piercing damage due to its spherical structure, and even most of them can be directly exempted. And the more undeniable point is that the power of arrows is always weaker than the power of melee swords when they are of the same level of power.

Ordinary sword attacks may not necessarily break the ice shield with one blow, but just now, he was almost shot to death by the arrows that came one after another during his breath. This situation can only explain one fact: Roddy's attack is not only amazing, but also the moment the arrow hits the shield, the power reaches its maximum because the incident angle is perpendicular to the spherical surface of the shield!

This has always been a "theoretical value" and is a situation where "if any conclusion is achieved, it is purely coincidental".

But just now, Francis personally experienced what a magical skill was - Roddy's archery made him dance a veneer dance with Death!

After thinking through the joints, Francis found in despair that the "little character" in the distance, which was not worth mentioning, had the ability to deprive him of his life at any time.

"Impossible...it's definitely a coincidence..."

He breathed heavily, trying to calm down his fear, but his body couldn't help trembling. But soon he realized that he was too cowardly, so he immediately bit his tongue hard and calmed himself down!

As an advanced "elemental master" and aristocrat, Francis has always been proud. Since he advanced to the law profession at the age of twenty, only others have always been amazed at his talent. When did Francis envy and jealous of others?

But now, he really realized such a "low-level emotion" - but what followed was a huge rebound in self-esteem. Although he knew that he was at a disadvantage now, Francis immediately focused his attention on the current battle with the severe pain brought by the tip of his tongue. The nose was full of blood in his mouth, but the panic in his eyes was gradually replaced by calmness. After thinking about it, Francis reached out and took out two bottles and a scroll from his arms, calmed down, and then... his eyes narrowed slightly.

"When did I, Francis, have ever been afraid of the enemy..."

Regardless of the blood left on the back of his head, he held his wand tightly and murmured to himself.

In the quiet forest, a silent confrontation began like this.

Francis leaned against the tree trunk, calmed down his rapid breathing and immediately raised his wand, chanted for three seconds, releasing a blessing spell called "Elemental Condensation", followed by "Elemental Sharpness" with a casting time of 5 seconds, and then one after another of "Elemental Sentences"...

After more than a dozen "Elemental Sentences" were cast, he immediately unscrewed a bottle of blue potion and poured it into his mouth. Then he gritted his teeth and endured the violent impact of the potion on the internal organs and brain when the magic power recovered...

This process is indeed his only choice at the moment: "Elemental Condensation" can maintain the element density around his body at a higher level. Although it consumes a lot of mana, with such a "buff", his casting speed and spell power can be increased by 15%.

"Elemental Sensitivity" combined with the "Elemental Sensitivity" skills is in principle similar to spiders' movements through the vibration of spiders' webs. In other words, Francis can now detect the approaching enemies at the first time through all "Elemental Sensitivity" within 50 meters of surrounding areas.

This is the most effective way for "elemental masters" to play when facing assassins or ranged shooters, but from another perspective, after these skills are released, any low-level elemental master will encounter the "empty blue" situation. Therefore, without the support of "intermediate magic potion", few people will use such a "luxury" response method.

However, Francis, who was carrying two bottles of magic recovery potion, really took out the most desperate attitude to deal with Roddy...

When everything was released, Francis, who was leaning against the tree trunk, finally recovered some confidence in responding to the challenge. His fireball technique had already condensed in his hands and entered a state where he could attack at any time.

"Click."

A few dozen meters away, the slight sound of the broken branches being almost unheard, but Francis, who set up dozens of "elemental whistles", immediately jumped out from behind the trunk, raised his hand to swung the "fireball technique" out - a yellow track in the dim forest suddenly passed by, and then a "boom" explosion sounded!

The fireball technique after "elemental condensation" is very powerful, and even the speed is much faster than that of an ordinary fireball. It directly exploded a giant tree that was hugged by two people in the waist, and the released shock wave rolled up large pieces of fallen leaves and dust, with a huge momentum - but in the process, Francis stared at the distance with no relaxation at all.

The next moment, just as the giant tree crunched to the side, he suddenly noticed the shaking shadow of the cloak within the "Elemental Hostel", and instantly threw out a three-style "ice cone technique" in his hand - the white shadow flashing through the air immediately "aggressively" nailed to the roots of a tree in the distance. Through the white mist that rose when the ice cone shattered, Francis vaguely saw some torn cloak pieces.

"Idiot...you're dead!"

He snorted coldly, immediately retreated and hid behind another tree. The "click" sound in his ears showed that Roddy's counterattack arrow was easily cut open by a shield... Although neither of them hit each other in this round, Francis clearly believed that he had the upper hand.

After taking the potion again, Francis raised his hand and grabbed the spell scroll that could release a level 3 "Frost Nova". The confidence he had lost had been regained at this time.

Francis, who had a confident face, would never have thought that Roddy, who was standing at the edge of the detection range of the "Elemental Sentence" with his "Anonymous Technique", was shaking his head with disdain-
Chapter completed!