Caranthil felt his heart bleed as he looked at his fallen subordinates one by one. This was not the glorious moment of the empire. There were countless mages and apprentices. Due to the special nature of their profession, spellcasters were always rare.
general existence.
The millions of elves in Ain can support only a few thousand spellcasters, and those mages with powerful combat capabilities are only a few dozen, and there is no archmage like Avallac'h.
, otherwise Eredin would have torn apart his political enemy into pieces. Why do you think he can live for so long? The elves can live without a king, but they cannot live without a wizard.
But now, the essence of the Ain El elves is disappearing rapidly. There are more than a hundred elven mages lying on the battlefield, and the number is still rising. The elven mages tried to launch several teleportation raids against Chen Mo, but they couldn't do it at all.
They were either shot in the head or beaten into pieces. A group of Wild Hunt knights even thought they were about to succeed because Chen Mo was changing bullets. But before they could rush over, Chen Mo took out a sword and followed.
After a flash of hot light, the group of Wild Hunt knights all turned into roast chickens, and the flowing iron and flesh flowed directly into streams.
Now on the battlefield, the Wild Hunt is almost being suppressed. There are obviously a large number of reserve soldiers, but Chen Mo can't stand it. The number they clear out is faster than the amount put in. Ten Wild Hunt knights can emerge from the portal in one minute, and Chen Mo can kill them in one minute.
Get down fifteen.
And Eredin is also struggling. The development of this war has exceeded his expectations. In less than half a day's raid, nearly five thousand Wild Hunt knights have been killed. Eredin's idea of military training is to eliminate the dross and retain the best, but
Now, both the dross and the essence have been turned into nutrients for the soil. This is a hammer!
But looking at the green light that was constantly shuttling back and forth, he was extremely anxious, because the hope of the elves' revival was right in front of him!
"Caranthir, you lead the mage group to kill him!"
After struggling for a long time, Eredin finally made up his mind! The fight must continue, as long as we get that girl, no matter what the cost, it will be worth it!
"However, if the mage group leaves, the legion teleportation cannot continue, and we can only rely on thousands of soldiers to fight!"
"It's okay, we've taken care of that guy, these soldiers are enough!"
Eredin pulled out his sword and looked at the bones adorning the hilt, with a high-spirited fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.
After hundreds of years, the King of the Wild Hunt will return like lightning!
As the right arm of Eredin, Caranthil has always obeyed orders, so he immediately led his last group of mages to leave Najirfar and come to the surface.
As the chief mage of the Wild Hunt, Caranthir had extraordinary strength. When he first arrived on the surface, he instantly destroyed a Nilfgaardian centurion. These armored heavy infantry had no power to fight back, and they were just like him.
A piece of his armor was frozen into ice.
But Caranhir was not good at this. In the next second, his figure appeared in front of Chen Mo, and there were more than one, dozens of mirror images attacking at the same time.
The spell wrapped in the white frost arrived in the blink of an eye. Chen Mo held two guns and fired his bow left and right, firing back with holy light. The golden light collided with the white frost, and then exploded with shock waves.
The energy collision shook the air, and the ice melted into white mist when exposed to the high temperature. Caranthir flashed again and disappeared into the mist.
Chen Mo looked at the white mist that surrounded him. The mirror images of the other party really gave him a surprise. These mirror images were not air, but condensed by frost. When bullets were hit, there was also hit feedback. It could be said that he had met a challenge this time.
!
But Chen Mo remained calm and calm, don't forget, he still has a dead eye!
The advanced dark vision of Death Eye may not be able to distinguish the real person from the mirror image, but it can still clearly indicate the target of attack to Chen Mo in the white mist.
"Bang bang bang!"
Seeing figures appearing in the thick fog, Chen Mo didn't hesitate to open fire. Then he discovered that these guys were the mages brought by Caranthir. Since the other party didn't follow martial ethics and wanted to kill more people than they wanted, Chen Mo didn't have to.
Teacher Xue Ma made friends through martial arts. He directly caught people and killed them, and shot when he saw the figures appearing. The ice dance also had a great influence on Caranthir. He tried to freeze this space, but failed.
He could roughly use various spells to launch tentative attacks in Chen Mo's direction, and he also always paid attention to appearing behind Chen Mo, so that he could avoid being shot in the head immediately.
The two took the trouble to shoot wildly at each other in the thick fog, until Carantheil's foot was tripped by one of his own and stopped. Only then did Carantheil realize that he seemed to be led away by Chen Mo!
Because the other party was forcing him to start shooting at each other, those precise bullets left him no time to pay attention. Then Chen Mo started killing his group of mages. By the time Caranhir woke up, Chen Mo had already solved all of them.
of the Wild Hunt Mage, leaving him alone wandering the battlefield.
Now that they are back to one-on-one status, there is no need for the two of them to write ink anymore!
Caranthil dropped the staff in his hand, pulled out an ice blade forged with the power of white frost out of thin air, then raised his right hand and looked directly at Chen Mo.
His meaning is very clear, one move will determine victory or defeat!
Chen Mo also had the same attitude. He put his pistol back into his holster and raised his chin towards Caranthir.
Caranthir waved the ice blade, and then suddenly raised his left hand, releasing his flash spell, but his target was not himself, but the flying ice blade.
Caranhill knew that Chen Mo would shatter the ice blade, so he directly flashed the ice blade to dodge Chen Mo's bullets. The ice blade condensed with the power of hoarfrost didn't even need to cause damage. It only needed to hit to take away Chen Mo instantly.
of vitality.
It's just that Caranhir forgot one thing. Chen Mo's pistol was inserted back into the holster, and he had no intention of taking out the pistol at all!
As soon as the Holy Light Judgment was flicked, a spear of light spurted out from the muzzle. The flash was nothing, I just shot one!
Caranthil also didn't expect this foreigner to be so despicable. They agreed that everyone would fire one shot, but the opponent's shot was so long that the beam directly penetrated his upper body and opened a huge hole in his chest.
Looking at his missing internal organs, Caranthir wanted to say something, but after another gunshot was heard the next second, the headless body of the chief mage of the Wild Hunt fell to the ground.
Chen Mo walked out of the thick fog, glanced at the corpse on the ground expressionlessly, then shook his head and walked towards the military camp. When Caranthir held him back, Eredin raided here with hundreds of personal guards.