There is another chapter in the evening, but it may be late...
Hmm, my collection is really slow to grow. I hope you can tell everyone that you can introduce me to Laoyu more while you are strongly recommending it. Otherwise, I will be thrown off the street and I will not have to write...
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Edward has never had the slightest intention to act as a hero or savior.
From the first moment he saw these half-elf prisoners, he had already made up his mind...the fundamental goal was to create chaos and further divide his opponents.
As for the fate of these half-elves, hunters who basically agree with the law of the jungle are indifferent - if they can escape, it is their luck, if they cannot escape, it can only be regarded as bad luck - the opportunity has been given to them,
Whether they can grasp it or not is decided by their own destiny.
As for pity... the word pity has always required time and resources. It is pity when a handsome and rich man takes a beautiful woman out of the slave market and allows her to live a life without worries about food and clothing. It is pity to bring out the ribbon and let her accompany her to beg for food.
If they starve to death together, then they are mentally retarded. As for sharing joys and sorrows, it's not that they don't exist, but they have to move from despair to hope.
Moreover, if Edward's plan is implemented smoothly, their chances of escaping will also be greatly increased. Otherwise, judging from their situation, they must be extremely valuable hostages. Even if they are caught, their lives may not be in danger.
The effect of the magic alarm was very fast... The square where the mercenaries gathered in the distance immediately became noisy - the angry roar of orders and the sound of footsteps spread towards the scene almost immediately!
Good luck.
The solemn figure was pressed against the wall, and the gray-brown robe blended into the shadow of a building in the moonless night... Edward squinted his eyes slightly and glanced at each figure rushing towards the warehouse - ten
Three, no, fourteen, almost half of the remaining mercenary group, rushed towards the scene of the accident in a chaotic manner. Among them, the three with the steadiest footsteps and obviously the most outstanding abilities surrounded the mage,
But there was no sign of the mercenary captain. He must have been trapped by the cavalry.
This is in line with Edward's plan - the rules of this world are not exactly the same as in memory. At least in this kind of mercenary group, personal strength is the only guarantee of the right to speak, and the ability of the mercenary leader,
It must be at least one or two levels higher than Edward, or much stronger than the fast-moving attacker last time. Even though Edward now has more ability to manifest energy, but when the opponent has a numerical advantage,
Such an elite is enough to cause a huge deflection in the situation.
What's more, Edward's target is still a mage.
"They haven't run far, they are running towards the woods over there, without weapons! You guys, catch up first! It will take a long time for their spellcasting ability to recover!"
The mage held a huge crystal ball in his hand, but the mist in it was enough for him to see certain things. After giving the order, he drew a spell rune in the air, and then a layer of misty yellow light appeared in the air.
The individual's body shone brightly, and then, those people's movements suddenly accelerated. Their figures only shook a few times, and they already ran thirty to fifty feet away!
I'm really lucky...
Leaving the shadow of the wall, he quietly approached the second team that was surrounding the mages and running forward. The hunter sighed a little in his heart.
The power of a mage is indeed very powerful. Even an apprentice can easily mobilize enough energy to kill people. However, this ability cannot be released infinitely and endlessly - the effect of shaking the magic network and releasing energy is
The cost is to gather and adjust the spiritual power of the magic network, and this process is irreversible - there are no mana potions in this world; blue bottles, spell crystallized magic crystal cores or similar replenishable items, and even if the mental power can
In addition, it is impossible for mages to omit the prelude to constructing spells.
Therefore, the number of spells a mage can prepare every day is not many. An ordinary formal mage will not exceed thirty at most, and not all of them are used to attack. Sometimes auxiliary spells are more suitable for turning around.
The situation during the battle—for example, the acceleration spell just now.
But acceleration is a three-ring spell, the same as fireball... Even a formal mage can only use a three-ring spell four times a day. The opponent did not use the scroll, but used the spell slot in his own memory.
Invisibly, it is equivalent to reducing the chance of attacking oneself.
And it further reduces the numerical advantage.
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Although the farmland under cultivation does not need to be irrigated, the surface is still soft, and the adventurers' boots are not suitable for walking on it. Elites who have been cast on acceleration can overcome this problem with faster movements.
But ordinary adventurers can only curse and slow down slightly.
Under this pitch-black night, human vision is weak. The torch as a light source sways as we run. When we are in it, the scenery dozens of feet away is already a blur of shadows... Therefore, everyone
He had to focus more on his feet - anyway, the task of tracking down those escapees was taken care of by mages.
But the result of this was that no one noticed that the ghostly black shadow quietly adorned their team. The shadows of the distant woods had gradually expanded in their field of vision, and the figures in the team in front also
Having entered it, everyone's nerves relaxed a little at this time.
And at this moment, the first killing came silently...
The last mercenary in the team staggered, cursed and fell - it didn't attract much attention. While everyone's thoughts were running forward in a hurry, a few people were able to notice that there was a group of people behind them.
What kind of problems did Benxing's companions encounter?
Moreover, he seemed to catch up quickly.
"Stop..." The marching mage frowned and issued an order - in the cool night wind, a strange smell suddenly burst out, which was so sweet that it penetrated the nose, but it was also refreshing.
The disgusting movements of people's throats simultaneously aroused alertness in everyone's hearts!
It was the smell of blood... the smell of death.
The moment the mage's voice came out, a thicker fishy smell burst out... The long sword flashed a dim luster in the darkness, and stabbed into the chest of a mercenary! The mercenary let out a hoarse roar, and suddenly
The small shield on his arm blocked the path of the murderous weapon, but it failed to prevent the arrival of death - the attacker's long sword was so sharp and swift, and the skin and wood of the shield were in front of this sword.
As fragile as linen.
Blood splatters...
The mercenaries immediately stopped in their tracks and waved their weapons reflexively, but the assassin had already found the third target, a thin mercenary.
He is holding a narrow-edged long sword and wearing leather armor. He is obviously a warrior known for his agility... Such people are actually the most troublesome existence for a spell caster. They can often stab him easily.
Injuring the hands and feet of the spellcaster makes it difficult for him to use spells. Even if they have defensive spells such as mage armor, they can directly suppress the movements of the mage with their agile skills.
Facing the charging enemy, the mercenary bowed, stepped forward, and drew his sword! This extremely skillful movement required almost no vision... Even if the opponent was able to dodge the stab, he would then withdraw his hand and make a horizontal slash.
It's enough to make a gash on his shoulder and chest. It doesn't need to be too long. The poison tempered on the sword's edge is enough to put it into him...
However, the next moment, he realized that what happened next was out of his control... The thrust did not work as expected, but before he could retract the sword, a sharp pain suddenly came from the sole of his foot!
What did he step on? But this feeling... The swordsman screamed in his heart and mouth - not only because of the slight pain, but also because half of his body felt a kind of numbness, and the movement of sheathing the sword in his hand slowed down.
Pause - In battle, a blink of an eye is often enough to determine life or death... The attacker did not give him any chance.
Stepping on the Linqi point of the opponent's little toe, he rushed into the opponent's arms and hit his lower side with an elbow, which was defenseless because he raised his hand to draw the sword! The soft leather armor can protect against the damage of sharp weapons, but this
This blunt blow caused a dull sound of bone cracking immediately, and then, a sword cut his throat!
"asshole!"
The mage who had just turned his head couldn't help but let out a surprised and angry curse. He really didn't expect that his opponent would have the courage to attack from behind - but now anger could not solve any problem. He could only calm down his breathing and retreat.
However, he murmured a spell at the same time. Eight identical figures appeared around him, making it impossible to tell the authenticity...
In fact, the opponent was already surrounded by three mercenaries at this time. This mirror shadow technique really made him too timid. However, the opponent's elusive and neat killing method had already made the mage fearful - especially
He is also one of the few people in the mercenary group who understands the strength of this enemy.
Facts have proved that this fear is not unreasonable. The man just took a step forward, a strange luster expanded, and the ground violently twitched under his feet, which also caused the two mercenaries in front of him to rush forward.
They all staggered and rolled to the ground! The torch they were holding rolled to the ground, and the third mercenary was distracted for a moment. A bright electric current burst out from the attacker's hand, hitting him directly.
Face!
The mage couldn't help but hold his breath. He felt that his heartbeat could not help but become louder.
The place where he stood was still more than thirty feet away from the opponent. The spell caused the ground to shake, which only made him feel a shake. However, the opponent's terrifying series of movements enveloped him with a sense of fear and depression rising from his heart.
His whole body - he almost roared, raised his hand, summoned a large piece of sticky yellow-brown spider silk from the air, and enveloped the figure!
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