According to the national architecture of the Elf Kingdom.
The entire forest elf country is composed of more than 200 tribes, with the number of people in each tribe ranging from 500 to 2,000. The national authority is composed of tribal chiefs.
The annual clan chief meeting will elect 40 elf elders to assist the elf king in daily state affairs. In fact, the elf country has very little daily management, and all citizens basically need little help. If an extremely big event occurs in the elf country, the elf king will pass
The elf world directly summons all clan leaders to hold a general meeting. Therefore, the elf elder is only a nominal position.
——"Elf Story"
Just as the Elf King disappeared, the Elf Warrior snorted heavily, pulled out the Elf Scimitar from his waist, held the sword in both hands and jumped down from the platform with the unique lightness of the Elf, and landed in front of Amy and Ying, his face as heavy as water.
: "Anyone who dares to insult the Elf King will surely die!"
The elven warrior held the sword in both hands and slashed through the void quickly. In the wilderness, the wind was blowing. On the high platform, it was especially easy to feel the huge pressure forced out of the sharp blade of the scimitar.
The elf mage summoned and cast the levitation spell, and floated down from the platform to the ground. The green staff in his hand was raised high, and the green magic crystal on the staff began to ripple, making the elf faint before the high-level magic attack.
"Wait!" Seeing that the two elves were about to attack, Amy quickly stopped them from further attacking. "You don't want to bully a little girl of the same race, do you? Let's do this, you fight me, if I lose
, even if we lose, let you do whatever you want. Live and die together." At this time, Amy did not want such a weak girl to be harmed. Even if she came to help, she might be able to help herself, but with her
Compared with the possible dangers she might encounter, Amy would not want to take this risk anyway.
The two elves were shocked and looked at each other. Finally, the elf mage nodded and walked up first: "Young man, the elves have their own rules. You really shouldn't break the rules. And in the elf world, with
Your sword and magic have almost no chance of winning. You go first."
This is a war with no chance of winning.
How can a second-level magician defeat the elf elder who is the great elf magician and the elf elder who is an elf warrior? Ying could already see the result of the defeat. Her eyes were full of tears and she rushed over. In her anxiety, she subconsciously shook her head.
Holding Amy's hand: "Amy, can you go? This is my own business, and I don't want to hurt you."
The girl's hands were so cold that they froze Amy's heart. Such a girl needs love and care. "It's too late." Amy shook her head helplessly: "It would be better if I said this before the contract was established.
"
"Then I will fight with you!" The girl wiped away the tears on her face with her fair hands, and took off the bow and arrow from her back. In an instant, three short arrows were fastened to the bow.
At this time, Amy was also fully aware of his danger. Just now, he secretly summoned lightning magic, but... no magic information was transmitted. The water magic elves that usually appeared around him at any time completely disappeared. It seemed that
What the Ghost King said was true. In this case, letting the girl risk her life was something Amy was unwilling to do under any circumstances.
However, seeing the elf archmage actually walking in front of him was undoubtedly a very good opportunity. Even if he could not be hit hard at once, as long as he could continuously interrupt or slow down the process of summoning magic, he could avoid being inflicted with terrible injuries.
Magic attack. As for that samurai, no matter how fast he attacks, with his training in the ice and snow forest, it shouldn't be a big problem to dodge. At least... he won't be fatally injured immediately.
In life and death, Amy looked directly into Ying's misty eyes for the first time: "Please, miss, I am a little mercenary. There is no reason for my employer to participate in the battle with me. If you must participate, I will only
I raised my hands and surrendered, I really can’t afford to lose this person.”
Amy gently hugged Ying's soft and warm body. Ying did not expect that Amy would act like this now. Her body suddenly stiffened. Just when the great magician and the elf warrior thought that he was going to do some other actions.
At the moment of relaxation, Amy suddenly moved.
In terms of agility alone, Amy, as a swordsman, is no less skilled than an elf. He shot out like an arrow and turned sharply in mid-air without even pulling out the sword. In the shortest time, his hand
He clenched his fist and punched the Elf Archmage in the face. The Elf Archmage was shocked and immediately deeply regretted why he walked so close to the enemy, completely forgetting about the magician's safe distance - in fact, he also thought that
Amy is a magician, and the mark of a second-level magician is clearly printed on his chest. Although he carries a sword on his back, he always thinks that it is just a boy's hobby of swords. How can he think of him as a person with a past?
A swordsman who is famous for his agility, and he has a warrior by his side, he is really careless.
The fist was about to hit his head, and the great magician made a second mistake. His brain could still reflect that the great magician could immediately cast some more effective first-level magic without using spells. However, the magician in front of him quickly and quickly
The enlarged fist came to flash, but his central nervous system reacted first before his brain. The great magician tilted his head back deeply and waved his staff with his right hand to block the fist. Amy immediately turned his fist into a claw and grabbed it.
Holding the head of the staff, he quickly kicked the Archmage's fatal part with a vicious kick. Although the Archmage wanted to cast a spell at this time, he couldn't bear the kick below and quickly let go.
The staff floated backwards with the lightness of an elf.
After this moment, the elf warrior finally reacted. With a roar, the scimitar in his hand turned into a blade and slashed at Amy's back. This kind of swiftness was indeed something Amy had never encountered before, not even the Berserker.
He couldn't do it either. Amy had originally made up his mind to jump forward, but the elf's quick chop forced him to roll forward, and raised the wand he had snatched back. When the elf magician exclaimed: "My
"Magic wand...", the warrior's sword stopped abruptly in mid-air. He knew how important this staff was to the old magician.
In order to avoid the fatal knife, Amy rolled two consecutive somersaults before stopping, with cold sweat on her head. If the warrior hadn't been stopped by the elf mage's call to the staff just now, then there would have been many more behind him anyway.
A trace of blood appeared.
Between life and death, the only thing that made Amy feel the hope of life was the moment just now when the girl let out an almost heart-rending exclamation.
He threw the staff to the girl, the smile disappeared without a trace on his face, and slowly pulled out the long sword: "Sorry, Your Excellency Archmage, we should keep this staff for you. I really can't imagine it.
What a threat a great magician would pose to me with the help of a staff."
The mage who was praised by the enemy smiled bitterly and lost his handy staff. Many of a mage's spells need to be chanted for a longer time to complete. And seeing that this swordsman's agility is no less than that of an elf, ordinary first-level spells are basically useless to him.
It's not enough to cause any harm. However, with the title of Elf Elder, he still can't shamelessly snatch his staff from a little girl who has not yet undergone the coming-of-age ceremony. What's more, the boy said he would keep it for her.
"Illusive wind, transform into a protecting dragon~~"
"Illusive wind, transform into a protecting dragon~~"
The Archmage began to chant in a low voice.
Looking at the magic elves surging in front of her eyes, Amy shook her head helplessly: The Phantom Dragon of Wind again? There is really no creativity. It seems that a magician knows this spell. Of course, in terms of stability, this fourth-level spell is better than
Compared with other spells, it does have great advantages. As long as you have the ability of a first-level mage, you can summon the wind dragon, and there is no need to worry about the backlash of this magic. If you summon other level 5 magic at will, you may not be able to control the summoning.
The elemental spirit was continuously attacked by magic, which eventually led to the tragedy that the magician's weak body was attacked and died. In addition, the wind dragon also has abilities in attack that other summoned objects do not have.
The wind dragon immediately appeared in front of everyone, waving its huge claws and pounced on Amy.
The magician had no intention of stopping, "Dark creatures, obey my orders~~"
In front of everyone, a huge magic barrier flashed again. The red magic elves gathered and exploded in an instant. Two red fire elves jumped out and rushed towards Amy faster than the wind dragon.
The elf warrior's face was still as dark as dead water, his body flashed, he bent down and approached Amy from behind a fire elf, and the shining sword light penetrated the fire elf's translucent body and penetrated into Amy's eyes.
At this time, the Archmage shook his head and retreated, looking unwillingly at the staff in the girl's hand - even for the Archmage, summoning two dragons and two elves in succession would quickly consume all his mana.
, if there is a staff, the situation is completely different. The magic crystal can not only help the mage to cast magic quickly, but more importantly, it allows the mage to use the least mana to cast magic, which is the only way to extend the magician's combat ability.
In life and death, Amy was keenly aware of the mage's tiny actions. As a mage himself, he certainly knew that what the archmage wanted to do most now was to find a relatively quiet place to quickly restore his mana, otherwise he could only sit back and watch.
The four huge fists of the fire elf formed a wall, and high-temperature flames continued to erupt during the swing. Even with clothes on, Amy could still feel the burning of the flames. If it were not the ice blade, it would be any other weapon.
, it should have been burned and thrown away long ago.
Amy quickly waved the ice blade, leaving two sword afterimages in the air, which just blocked the two big fists of the fire elf. She used her sword to stop the scimitar that was slashing from the bottom up. The wind dragon jumped from the air.
It came over, one on the left and one on the right, with its forelimbs showing sharp yellow claws, slashing through the air with a hiss.
Amy was shocked. She had never encountered five powerful opponents in a life-and-death fight. The breath of death was accompanied by yellow claws that directly scratched his face. Amy managed to use her long sword to stop the claws of a wind dragon again.
, but the claws of another wind dragon scratched across his left shoulder, and his thin clothes immediately tore open, and blood gushed out like spring water.
"Don't -" the girl yelled and wanted to rush forward. Amy took advantage of this short attack interval to quickly jump across the gap between the fire elves and rushed towards the great magician at a faster speed. Although the summoned beast was brave, it ignored death.
The threat, but also has the most fatal shortcoming of slow reaction. The great magician knew that his speed could not be compared with the swordsman, so he relied on the floating technique to immediately rise into the sky. The two fire elves turned around in a hurry, braving huge flames.
His body made it impossible for the elf warriors hiding behind them to dodge. In the end, he had no choice but to quickly swing his sword and cut off the head of a fire elf who was about to overwhelm him. The headless fire elf disappeared into the air with a bang.
Seeing that one of the Fire Spirits disappeared, the Archmage immediately used his little magic power to summon another one. It fell from the sky and landed right in front of Amy. Before Amy could react, the Fire Spirit's huge fist came from below.
It hit Amy on the lower abdomen, and the white shirt was immediately burned black by the flames. Amy groaned, and a huge momentum came from the abdomen, and a mouthful of sweet blood spurted out of his throat. He gritted his teeth and spoke at the corner of his mouth.
A trace of blood flowed out.
It seemed that it would be impossible if he did not deal with this archmage. Based on the speed at which he recovered his mana, it was estimated that the next one would appear after he killed one summon. Amy endured the cramping pain coming from her abdomen, and the long sword swiftly came down from the top.
It was slapped on the shoulder of the fire spirit. With this power, he stepped on the calf of the fire spirit and then climbed on the shoulder of the fire spirit. His body rose up, and the long sword shed a sword shadow and rushed towards the archmage in mid-air.
At the waist, Amy didn't want to make too much hatred. The moment the long sword approached, it changed from stabbing to beating... However, the Archmage still retained some of the elf's dexterity. Taking advantage of Amy's pause, he continued to step back.
He took two steps and dodged the sword.
As soon as the blow fell into the air, Amy felt extremely regretful. She really shouldn't be too kind. Such an opportunity was lost in one fell swoop, and there would never be a second time. This was a joke with Ying's life.