Chapter 6: The Fierce War
"Sand ......" I lay on all fours on the ground like a wild beast, carefully distinguishing the sounds around me. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ο½iqugeγ Info Gray lay beside me, pricked up his ears, and kept looking around.
The opponent was not stupid, and he used something that was supposed to be a potion or something to hide his smell, which made my sense of smell and that of Gray useless. Use only ranged attacks and avoid getting into close-quarters grappling with us that we are good at.
β¦β¦ But after all, we were still inexperienced, and every movement of footsteps would make a noise of the branches and leaves, which would make all the camouflage we had done before meaninglessβthe slightest sound of the rubs rubbing against the clothes, which I am afraid they would not even notice themselves, would be enough for us to judge.
But...... I looked at the trunks of several trees around me that had been severed by the barricades, some of them had been blasted apart by the fireball spell, some of which had been corroded by the Spirits, a magic force that I could no longer match.
- As for Ciel's fireball technique, which burned half of my face, as Alleyne said, it was only half-baked.
"Whoosh-" A shot flew over my head in an eerie arc and hit the trunk of a tree behind me. The trunk of the tree was gradually corroded by the power of the dark element, and finally it could not withstand the heavy pressure, and it fell towards me with a "creaking".
I rolled to the side, dodging the fallen tree trunk, and quickly thought about my next move.
The opponent should be more than one person, and several people are armed with crossbows, but this weak physical attack is no threat to me. The most troublesome thing is the magician, the power of magic gives me a lot of headaches.
But each time the magic flew in the same direction, it gave me a lot of peace of mind - there was only one magician...... However, it is not excluded that there are other enemies lurking, but for now...... You can only spell it.
With a sharp exertion of my limbs, I rushed out like an arrow, and when I landed, my body rolled to avoid making noise due to excessive movements, and then continued to lie on the ground.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched the magic continue to pass over my head and crash into the area behind me.
It seems that they can't get a clear grasp of my whereabouts and fight back...... There's a play!
Again and again, I approached the source of the magic launch, until I heard a whisper from a man: "Fire elementals, please give me warmth and strength!" Elemental Burst! Fireball! β
This is...... Additional incantation chanting and pre-chanting incantation ...... These two words flashed through my mind, and I felt a lot more at ease.
For a spell to be successful, it must chant the name of the spell, but if it is just to do so, it is only a simplified version of the spell. In order to unleash the full power of magic, it must be chanted along with the preceding incantation.
If you want to make a low-level spell burst more powerful, you can chant additional spells of different lengths, the longer the extra spell, the more increase the magic effect. Of course, the lower the magic level, the better the kick effect.
Depending on the length of the additional incantation chanted by the person in front of him, the increase provided should be around two to three times, so the original power ...... Not much better than Hill's.
"Gray?" With my soft snort, a gray wolf emerged from the bush and purred in its throat to signal that it was okay.
"Gray, you will rush out later to attract their attention, and I will complete the main attack." I pulled out the dagger from my waist and held it in my mouth. As for the big sword, it should still be in the place where I was hit by the arrow just now.
Crawling forward, several figures appeared in front of me, gradually becoming clear, and finally, exposed five meters in front of me.
Standing there were three people, two of them holding crossbows and a knife pinned to their waists, presumably guards or retinues. And the mage who chanted the incantation stood in the middle, looking like this...... Is that "Miss Nasha"?
But now is not the time for curiosity, I hold the dagger in my hand and drink softly: "Up! β
Ash received the order and immediately rushed out, the three of them didn't expect a wolf to suddenly appear at this moment, and immediately panicked, aiming the crossbow and fireball in their hands at Gray.
Now is the time! I kicked hard to the ground, leaped away, and instantly burst out of the bushes where I was hiding, throwing my dagger at one of the guards, and then throwing the other to the ground.
Without much thought, I bared my fangs and bit straight into the face of the person below me, and with a mistake in my sharp teeth, I twisted my neck and raised my head, tearing off one side of his cheek.
"Uhhh
"Bastard! Go to hell! I quickly turned sideways when I heard the sound, but my right shoulder still suddenly hurt, and a steel knife cut off the right side of my collarbone, disconnecting my entire right hand from the body's control system, leaving only some muscle fibers to break the thread. I grabbed the back of the knife with my left hand, snatched it out of the man behind me, and plunged it into the dirt.
"Hmm!" Another scream rang out behind me, and I turned my head to see that the magician named Nasha was now covered in ash. The person who raised the knife to cut me looked back and saw this scene, and he was immediately a little overwhelmed, and the whole person froze in place.
Naturally, I didn't miss this flaw, so I quickly got up, strangled his neck with my left hand, tilted my head and tore off the flesh of his neck with my canine teeth, and then used my incisors to cut off the blood vessels on the side of my neck.
The guy in his arms was completely dead, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he fell to the ground with a "bang". I looked up at Nasha, only to see that Grey was already tearing at his thighs.
There was a noise around me, and several crossbow arrows flew from the forest, but I dodged them. Several people rushed out of the woods, their steel knives reflecting the faint light of the forest.
"Master Nasha......" Several people were taken aback when they recognized the corpse that the ashes had eaten. I took advantage of their frustration and rushed out, punching the guy closest to me out of the five.
So the battle started again, but unlike before, these five people all had some combat experience, which made me suffer a lot.
"Phew!" A steel knife pierced my heart once more through the gap between my ribs, but how could I hurt a move that apparently only worked for the living.
Holding down the knife with his left hand, the part that emerged from his chest was broken on the spot, but the man behind him did not stop moving, drawing the knife and leaving, and the next moment, two people swung the knife from the front, blocking it one by one, and on the side, one by one, blocked my way.
Can't dodge...... Then attack!
The right hand, which was thrown up by centrifugal force, was grasped by the left and protected in front of the chest. I leapt forward and carried a man to the ground at the cost of my right forearm being deeply embedded in the steel knife.
Before they could react, I rolled to the right, rolled over onto the man, and struck the bridge of his nose with the hard skull, and then again, and after only two seconds, the man was out of breath.
When I stood up, there were a few more wounds on my body, but I still looked at them, the shock and ...... in their eyes Fear!
"Come on...... then," whispered in my ear, "this is ...... Our madness! β
My right forearm had broken off in the process of turning over, but I held the culprit in my hand and dragged the stump that could not sway, and I charged at the remaining four.
Faintly taking a half step back, the four people also reacted, and raised their steel knives one after another, but the weapon ...... When the level of equipment of both sides is in the same position, all that remains is their own quality as well as ...... The belief of victory!
"Dang!" "Dang!" The blades are staggered, and the human beings who originally had the upper hand are now forced to struggle with the knife to support, and the proud knife skills are completely useless in the slashing that is faster than the other, and the person in front of him is even more pressed by my huge force to raise his head, there is no so-called skill at all, there is only the most primitive violence and speed crushing!
"Whew!" After finishing the mage, the gray who suddenly joined the warband accelerated the destruction of the human side - even if I can block my sword, what is the use of not blocking the surprise attack of the wolf under my feet? It didn't take long for three people to run to their deaths with their companions.
"Don't ...... Don't come here...... "The last surviving boy had fallen to the ground, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and he moved back little by little.
All that left me was my right hand, which was hanging weakly, and my body was already riddled with holes, and I could even see the scene behind it through the wound. But I held these steel knives with a few curled blades and a few notches in my left hand, and walked towards the boy step by step with an expressionless face.
Suddenly, I smelled a foul smell, and when I looked down slightly, I saw that the boy's crotch was already soaking wet - it seemed that he was frightened.
"I'm sick to death." Eater complained, "Kill it, kill it, it's a pity that it's a good piece of meat." β
Raise your left hand and swing your knife down. With the landing of a human head, on the back of the two-meter-high leaf, several blood flowers quietly bloomed.
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Ten days later, I returned to Darke City wearing the gray cloak that Hill had given me, which had long since been tattered and worn.
"Stop!" The guards on both sides of the gate forced me to stop two meters away with sharp spear tips, "Report your identity!" β
Indeed, at this time, not only was my body covered in blood, but even the blood stains on my hair and face did not have time to look for the river to clean, and the whole image of the whole person was completely incompatible with concepts such as "good citizens".
But I didn't reply, just took the pass from the inside pocket of my cloak and threw it to the squad leader standing behind the two guards.
ββ¦β¦ Please allow us to report to the higher authorities for verification. With that, the squad leader turned and trotted away.
After a while, the squad leader trotted back, pushed away his spear and gave me back the pass, and looked at me deeply with a frown for a while, then turned his head and whispered, "Let go!" β
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